#alright gn y’all peace

[cyncerity]

alien terrarium au!!

here it is! i said it’d be today, so it’s done! 1 min before it becomes tomorrow!

minor thing, tho: this is extremely unedited. like, there are a lot of things i post that aren’t edited fully, but i didn’t even fully read this one in one sitting. but i’m not free again until this tuesday or wednesday, so i’m not gonna make you guys wait that long lol

basically it’s midnight and i’m way too fucking busy so i’m gonna post it and edit it when i have time to later in the week. if you wanna wait for the fully edited version, ignore this until i specify that I edited it. if you don’t care, i hope you enjoy! this has been an on again off again thing for a few weeks and i’m so glad to finally have it like 95% done :)

tw: soft safe vore, unconventional vore ig?

“We have to cut our losses here. We don’t have enough to fund this any longer, and there’s no one we can reach out to for more money. We can’t risk this getting out.” “Fine, I- I know, it’s just…this is a breakthrough. We can’t afford to give up now.” “We won’t. We just need some time to get back on our feet is all. Besides, he knows what to do now…” the scientists turned their heads to the one way mirror they stood behind. A little boy, barely a teenager, sat behind it on his bed, his eyes glassy and unblinking, turned a glossy pearlescent white. Their project, practically their life’s work. Well, the container for it, anyway.

***

Wilbur heard the three scientists come into the room, and somehow registered one of them motion vaguely with their hand despite his eyes being effectively turned off, which meant they wanted him back in their world. Ugh. Still, he cut off his thoughts with his practically other half, eyes beginning to function again and the scientists approaching him as they saw his eyes shift back to the colors they were supposed to be.

“Wilbur, what we’re going to tell you is very, very important, so you have to listen carefully. It’s your life at stake if this goes wrong. And his.” The one in blue said, gesturing to Wilbur’s torso. Well, that was certainly a way to get his attention. Wilbur didn’t say a word, though; the green one didn’t like it when he ‘sassed them,’ so he instead scooted back and placed both arms protectively around himself and his…what did they call him once, ‘cargo’? He was sure he heard Green call him a ‘parasite’ once, which was rude. Still, they must have noticed his panic, cause the orange one responded immediately. “It’ll all be ok, things will just have to change for a minute here. You’re…youre not going to be able to stay here for a while.” “What?!” Wilbur said, unable to restrain himself. The green one went to speak up but was silenced by blue, who just whispered something about him being ‘scared’ and how this was ‘probably a lot to handle.’ Yeah, no shit it was!

“I get this is a huge change, I do, but it’s necessary for now. We don’t have the necessary resources to keep taking care of you here. We need to find a way to keep you safe and healthy, both of you. You’ll be staying somewhere secure while we find somewhere more reclusive to hide you. We don’t want anyone finding out anything and putting the two of you in danger.” Orange said, sitting next to Wilbur and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. Right. Right, he had a purpose. And if part of his purpose was to survive without his caretakers for a short while, he could do it. If it meant safety for his stowaway, he could do it.

“You doin ok, bud?” Orange asked, and Wilbur nodded slightly. Orange was his favorite of the main three. He was always nice, and even gave him extra treats when he was behaving! “When do you think you can be ready to leave, Wil?” Green asked, crouching to be at level with where he sat. “Whenever you need me to be, sir.” Green smiled and ruffled his hair. Wil always tried to be extra good for Green. It’s not like he didn’t like him, it’s just that Green was more likely to yell at him if he messed up. “Good kid. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and introduce you to who you’ll be staying with. Try to get some rest.” He said, smiling before leaving and leading the other two out with him.

***

“Sam! Hey buddy!” Dream said, jumping out of the side of his van and running over to his old friend. “Dream! How’ve you been?” “Pretty good, you?” “Doin pretty good myself.” Sam replied, pulling Dream in for a hug. “So, who’s this kid you found?” “Calls himself Wilbur. We found him a few months ago, but we’re a bit short on money right now and can’t handle another mouth to feed. He won’t stay here for long, promise, just till we find a more stable income.” Dream hated to lie to an old friend, but he couldn’t afford his secret to be leaked. “I’m always lookin to help out, especially for a friend. Anything I need to know about him?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of an odd one, but that’s what we love about him.” Dream chuckled, hoping his friend was still oblivious. “He disassociates a lot. Like, constantly, and tends to get really upset if people try to mess with him when he’s like that. He also doesn’t do a lot of physical activity. Bruises take longer to heal for him, he gets sore easily, and his immune system doesn’t handle cuts well. He’s not very talkative, and he’s got some weird scars all over him. We think the two are connected, but we don’t know what this kid has been through.” Dream finished, and Sam nodded solemnly. Great, he was taking the bait. He was less likely to ask questions if he thought he was prying into the past of an abused child.

meanwhile, in the van…

“We found you abandoned. You’re just staying here until we get more stable jobs and can afford to feed you again. If he ever asks you about where you came from, you look away or change the subject as quickly as possible. You don’t know why you disassociate. You don’t know where the scars came from. Never do any of your caretaker necessities for him in front of Sam. He can’t know. Got it?” “Got it. He’ll never know.” Blue nodded back. Orange had just kind of been pacing in the van as Blue gave him the rundown again. Green came back to the van with a hand out towards Wilbur, giving him a reassuring smile.

Wilbur was about to take the hand before his arm got tugged and he was pulled into a hug from behind. A gentle one, obviously no one wanted to risk damaging what was inside of him, but a hug all the same. He didn’t get many of those. When the person pulled away he saw it was Orange, who was smiling proudly. “You’re gonna be fine kid. We believe in you. I’ll miss you, ok?” Wilbur just smiled back and nodded. “I’ll miss you, too. We both will.” He said before taking Dreams hand and walking outside with him.

***

It had been an…odd week with Wilbur in Sam’s opinion. Firstly, he’d been way more interested in things like trees and grass than any normal child would be, but refused to touch them. He also spent 95% of his time in the guest bedroom with the door locked, never making a sound. Who knows, maybe the kid just liked to sleep. He refused to play any sort of physical game, like Dream had warned him, but he seemed overly cautious of anything that could hurt him. But he wouldn’t pry, that wasn’t his job. His job was to take care of the kid until Dream, George, and Sapnap could take him back. Right?

That’s what he was supposed to do, but somehow, against all logic…he knew this kid. The giant brown eyes, the curly brown hair, his face shape, it was all so familiar. But why?

Until it hit him.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, immediately racing to his computer to see if he was right. And his suspicions were confirmed, against all odds. There, on his friends facebook page, was a photo of him and his young son. His young son who was Wilbur’s age. His young son who used to have an identical twin brother who went missing when he was just a few years old.

Sam knew Wilbur’s face because Wil wasn’t the only person he knew with that face.

Sam wasted no time calling. He must’ve called 12 times before someone answered, which was fair given the ungodly hour, but this was urgent. “What the fuck, Sam…” and groggy voice answered. “Mate, it’s, like, 4 in the morning, what could possibly be this important-”

“Phil, I think I found your son.”

***

Breakfast was different the next morning. Wilbur walked downstairs only to see two strangers sitting at Sam’s table, one an adult and one a child around his age. The adult looked about as old as Sam, which was to say a bit older than his scientists. He had blonde hair and kind blue eyes, and was wearing a dark green sweater jacket over a white button up. The other had long pick hair pulled back into a loose messy braid and glasses almost reminding Wil of his own except square instead of circular. He wore a simple pink hoodie and dirtied jeans and surprisingly clean white sneakers, but he must have been staring, cause soon the kid looked over to him and-

Wilbur’s breath froze.

Why…why did this kid have his face?

At this point, the man had looked over to, and immediately shot up from where he was sitting, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in the process and making Wilbur flinch. “Orpheus?” Wilbur stared blankly for a few moments before the man rushed him, barely giving him time to react before he was pulled into a hug.

Not a gentle one like Orange knew to give. Not one given by someone that knew why so few people were even allowed to touch him. A lung crushing, tight hug that was unbelievably painful after so much time with such infrequent gentle touching. He rarely found his mind drifting back to his the feeling of cargo in him, given that he’d lived most of his life with him and had gotten used to the odd sensations, but now it was impossible to ignore. Everything in him, everything that had been worked on so diligently, everything that had been removed and replaced and rearranged to make him perfect for his purpose, and his stowaway inside were being crushed. His purpose, the thing he’d been raised to protect, his only true constant in his life, was being crushed. It was the most horrifying downpour of fear he’d ever felt.

Wilbur screamed.

He screamed bloody murder as the adult let go and backed away, eyes wide. Wilbur vaguely noticed that both the strangers were crying, but he didn’t care. Wilbur only stopped screaming once his air was gone and now replaced by jagged breathing and spasms in his lungs. He felt like he was about to collapse as his vision darkened and his limbs began shaking. He needed to know if he was ok. If he wasn’t, Wilbur would never forgive himself. He needed to know.

“Kiddo, I need you to take deep breaths, ok, I think you’re having a panic a-“ “Stay the hell away from me! All of you!!” Wilbur screamed, voice hoarse as he smacked Sam’s hand away and ran up to his guest room and locked the door. He sat on the bed with a thud and tried to stop his shaking, but couldn’t spare much time for that since he had to make sure his cargo was still ok. He needed him to be ok. God, he was still just a kid, even younger than Wilbur. He can’t have let him get hurt.

He tried to take deep breaths and reached his mind out to some foreign instinct he knew. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how it came so easily, but it was such a central part of his brain that he could find it with ease. The second he got close to it, his whole body relaxed involuntarily. He hadn’t done that, which only meant…

“Oh, Tommy, thank god.” Wilbur sighed out loud, though the rest was said just to Tommy in the special way only they could communicate. He felt Tommy slow his heart rate more as he felt like he was being sucked away from his body into a void that words couldn’t possibly describe. “Wilbur!” a voiced called out. It hadn’t come from anywhere, just everywhere, like Wilbur’s did when he was here. Wherever ‘here’ was. He didn’t really know. It wasn’t like a darkness or white area, it was just…nothing. Not a nothingness that couldn’t be seen, but felt. Devoid of anything that could make it describable. Wilbur liked to joke that it was the emptiness in Tommy’s brain. “What was all that outside? You know i’ve got se-“ “Sensitive hearing, I know. I was being loud. Sorry.”

Wilbur could basically see Tommy huff and roll his eyes, despite the fact that he’d never seen Tommy at all. He knew every detail of his little brother friend, and Tommy knew every detail of Wilbur. Despite neither of them being able to see in their respective nothings, somehow they could sense every “move” (aka the movement they imagined themselves making since they didn’t have bodies in the nothingness) the other made in the void. Also Tommy can sometimes see through Wil’s eyes to look at reflections, but he rarely does that. Green doesn’t like when he does that.

Still though, he knew Tommy. He may not know what he looks like perfectly, but he knew Tommy. In an odd sense, he knew his details, but never what he truly looked like. He could list the facts of how Tommy was, but he had a feeling of deja vu whenever he tried to imagine a face or any detailed image of his body. He never could, he just knew the facts, like he’d seen Tommy but the detailed image in his brain had been removed and blurred beyond recognition. It seemed kind of unfair to him, given that Tommy knew exactly what he looked like because of the shared vision things and mirrors existing.

Still, though, he knew the pale white-blue of his skin the bright blonde of his hair and otherworldly accents. The shining, almost glowing iridescence of his eyes and the strange markings found on his body. He was mostly humanoid, which had initially shocked Wilbur and the scientists. Orange had warned him once that since they had no idea what Tommy was, something inhuman and vicious could easily rip through him. It scared him a little, but at that point he’d seen Tommy’s egg once and had grown monumentally attached, lethal beast creature or not. But Tommy was humanoid, except for one thing; he didn’t have legs. Rather, he had a long predominately red scaly tail like a snake.

When Wilbur was first getting used to Tommy’s being in there, the hardest thing to deal with was one: the odd feeling of scales against his sensitive organs and two: Tommy was almost always cold. How he could stay shockingly chilly in almost 100° Wilbur didn’t know, but that’s probably a big factor on why Tommy couldn’t be in open air; he’d freeze to death. Or his aversion to any form of light (maybe that was an understatement: a dim lamp 2 rooms over could kill him). But besides that, his unnatural colors, and a few other random snake-like features, Tommy was far from the horrific deep space lovecraftian monster he or the scientists were expecting. He was more just a little person who also happened to be a snake from space. No biggie.

“I- I don’t know what happened down there. There’s…there’s these two people, and one looks exactly like me and the other called me the wrong name and rushed to hug me and I panicked cause I thought he hurt you. You’re not hurt, are you?” “I’m right as rain, mr. human man. I’m sturdier than you think. Er, well, you’re sturdy and I’m in here so yeah I’m good.” Tommy responded, letting out an unearthly mix of a rumble and a hiss as he did. Wilbur liked Tommy’s weird alien noises, it comforted him. He sighed. “Still, I should’ve been more careful-“

“No you shouldn’t have! Stop bein a..a uh…” he paused for a minute to mumble a series of his weird Tommy noises before starting again. “what’s the english word for someone who takes blame for no reason and thinks that they need to solve every problem ever cause somehow everything is their fault?” “I think you’re talking about a martyr complex.” “Stop have’n a martyn complex!” Tommy yelled back, making Wilbur laugh. He pressed a hand against where he felt Tommy within himself, in one of the open areas that had been cleared just for him. Tommy pressed back and started to purr, a common reflex for him when he was happy, excited, or just needed to comfort Wilbur.

Even if Wilbur’s and Tommy’s consciouses were in the nothingness, they could still feel their body’s and move a little bit, even if it was more difficult than when they were awake. Wilbur liked to think of it as the same type of gesture that his scientists would do when they rubbed his hair or gave him a side hug, something he would love to try but could never do with Tommy. He thought Tommy deserved to have his hair played with or to be hugged, but it could never happen. But the pressing in, the only amount of intentional contact they’ve ever had and could ever have, worked just fine as a replacement. Something comforting and quick to show he cared. Of course, Tommy knew he cared, they’ve lived together (well, one within the other, but same difference) for most of Wilbur’s life and all of Tommy’s.

“Still, though…i don’t know what to do. Sam hasn’t had anyone else over, i don’t know what they’re doing here.” “I’d say good old fashion spying, then. See if you can get closer and make out what they’re saying.” “Good idea-“ Wilbur said, beginning to break off the connection before Tommy shouted out. “Wait! Aren’t you gonna let me see?” Wilbur rolled his eyes and somehow, in a way he couldnt describe, let Tommy’s weird telekinetic force into his mind. He opened his eyes and he was back in his room, the nothingness vanished and his body back in his full control. He looked to his mirror and sure enough, the shiny white gloss that overtook his eyes when talking to Tommy had confined itself to just Wilbur’s pupils. He’d given Tommy access.

“There, is that better?” Wilbur asked quietly, unable to respond telepathically when not in his weird zoned out state. The lack of that void didn’t seem to pose an issue for Tommy, though, as Wilbur heard an enthusiastic “Yup!” mixed with a few alien chirps echo through his mind as a response. Wil nodded to his reflection (and Tommy by proxy) and went to the stairs. He probably didn’t need to go down, he just needed to be able to hear them.

***

Ok that was, in hindsight, a bad decision.

“‘Dad?!’ I have a dad!? And a brother!?!” Wilbur whisper yelled, pacing back and forth across his room. With Sam and the now-not-so-much-strangers still talking in their kitchen, he figured it’d be safe to talk outside of the mind void. Tommy, meanwhile, laid himself against the front of Wilbur’s storage, rubbing circles into the walls to try and calm him down. “Maybe that’s not so horrible! I mean, you’re not an orphan! That’s normally a good thing, right?” Tommy said skeptically.

“Maybe it would have been 9 years ago! But now I have you!” Wilbur said, stopping to sit on his bed and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I don’t know them. I don’t remember them at all; you’d think if they were a good family to me I’d at least recall that they existed. But I don’t. How could I ever trust them with knowing about you?” “I…I don’t know. But…you have a dad, Wil! And a brother! That’s not something you can just ignore! Neither of us know what it’s really like to have a family, maybe…you could learn for the both of us?”

Wilbur sighed. He knew Tommy was right. And they’d both wondered where their families were; if they missed their sons, if they even wanted to give them up in the first place, what ever happened to them. Wilbur always felt awful because Tommy would likely never know. The odds that his parents were even still alive were slim, and it’s not like he ended up on earth with very specific instructions on how to take care of him by accident. But Wilbur had never thought his family could show up, either, yet here they were.

“What do we do about the trio?” “You know how I feel about them. Let’s see if those two are any better.” To be fair, Wil did know how Tommy felt about them; he didn’t like them at all. Tom didn’t like the tests they ran on him, he didn’t like what they put Wil through in order to do tests on him, he didn’t like how they treated his big brother caretaker as the less important one in their experiments, and he didn’t like how damn nosy they were. That part even bugged Wilbur. How the hell did they expect Tommy to be able to explain so much about what he was? He’d never met anyone like himself either, he’d been hatched on earth!

“Well, at least we know them. They’re predictable, and we know they have our best intentions at heart. Our. They know how to help the both of us and I- I don’t know if I can do all this alone.” “Wilbur you haven’t been alone since the day I was born. You’re not gonna start now.”

“What if something happens to you and I don’t know how to fix it? It’s my job to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let myself get caught up in some familial adventure and you ended up getting hurt because of it.” “I get it but don’t you think that’s unfair?” Wilbur paused. “Wh..what do you mean ‘unfair’?” “We’re kids. You’re a kid. It sucks for you that I’m your responsibility, it’s unfair that you gave up your childhood to keep me safe. But you can get it back, some of it, at least. Just…see if this can work out. If not for you, then for me. I hate seeing you put yourself on the back burner like this, Wil, I hate it. I can’t stand that i’m the reason you can’t have friends or play or be a kid. But this could change that. If it can’t, we’ll go to whatever lab the trio puts us in next. I’m sure they’ll be sooo thrilled that you’ve met your family.”

“Tommy don’t say those things about yourself.” Wilbur said, hugging his arms around himself. “I chose to take care of you, and I’ve never regretted it. Not for a second. You’re worth everything I willingly gave up, ok?” He heard a disgruntled noise in response. “Fine, we’ll come back to this conversation later. For now…ok. I’ll..I’ll give them a shot-” He heard Tommy cheer with a mix of wooing and trilling that he made when he was excited “-but Sam obviously knows the trio, so i’m sure he’ll tell them about my family at some point if he hasn’t already.” “I figured, but what are they gonna do? They can’t take you if you want to stay.” “Emphasis on if I want to stay, remember?” “Got it, bossman.”

“Wilbur?” He heard a voice outside call while knocking before the door opened a crack. “Were you…talking to someone..?” Sam said, poking his head in through the gap a bit. “Uh, no, I just..uh..kinda talk to myself sometimes. But I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” Wilbur said, trying to move past his previous conversation as quickly as possible. The less Sam questioned why he was talking to an empty room, the better. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that, I just…don’t like being touched.” Not exactly true, but if it would keep the blonde guy and his clone from touching him it could be the truth for a while. Sam just solemnly nodded. “I’m sorry, I told him about you and how you were just kinda found with no memories, but…I don’t think he believed that your amnesia was as bad as I told him it was. I don’t think it hit him that you really didn’t know him until you ran off…Wil, he’s-” “He’s my dad, apparently. I was eavesdropping, i heard you talking downstairs.” Sam stared wide eyed for a second before he nodded solemnly.

“I know this must be a lot. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling them here, you obviously didn’t expect to meet your long lost family while you stayed for the month. But…I’ve been friends with Phil for a while. That’s the blonde guy, by the way. He…he didn’t take losing you well. I was there for him when he and Techno were grieving and it..it was horrible. They were so broken.” Sam said, eyes beginning to shine from unshed tears. “I can ask them to leave if you want, I understand if-“ “I don’t want them to go.” Wilbur interrupted, almost mad at himself that he’d let Tommy talk him into this. “I want to meet them. I want to see what they’re like again.“

“Really? I mean, you can, but I just thought-“ “I’ve made up my mind. Can I meet them again?” “Y-yeah, yeah, absolutely.” Sam said, leading Wilbur out the doors down the stairs. He heard Tommy make a few more excited chirps before he started purring again. Like always, it put Wilbur at ease a bit. He followed close behind Sam down the stairs and back to the kitchen, where he saw the pink haired boy leaned over the blonde guy, who was sitting at the table with his head on his folded arms. The pink haired boy’s head snapped up from where he’d been comforting his father as Sam and Wilbur re-entered the room, eyes narrowing at Wilbur like he was a rabid animal. In the awkward silence, Phil looked up, and it almost pained Wilbur too see his red cheeks and puffy eyes. He really hadn’t meant to hurt the guys feelings, he just panicked. They all stared at each other for a moment before Wilbur realized that they were probably waiting for him to speak up. Great.

“Uh…I’m sorry for screaming at you, Mr. Phil. I don’t do well with…surprise contact. You just scared me, is all.” The man just continued to stare back at Wilbur for a moment. “You…you really don’t remember me, do you, Orpheus?” Wilbur looked back and took a deep breath. This may have been for Tommy, but he had to stand his ground here. “I’m going to say this once, and only once cause I don’t think you can handle hearing it a second time, ok? You think you can handle this?” Phil looked a bit confused at the annoyed tone but nodded, prompting Wil to continue. “Good, cause here it is: I don’t know who Orpheus is. I don’t know who he was. All I know is he’s not me. Maybe he was, but not anymore. So maybe your grieving wasn’t in vain: because he is in fact very much dead.”

Wilbur paused as Phil’s face fell and tears started to run down his face again. Even the pink haired boy had started crying. He tried to ignore it. “My name is Wilbur. If you want to know me, not Orpheus, me, I…I’m willing to try to connect with you again. I don’t mean to be heartless but I need you to understand that if you want me back, there will be no prior standards for me. I won’t try to change how I am now to be the person I used to be for your amusement, because frankly? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what you want, because I don’t know fuck all about either of you. If you came here to find the son you lost, I’d suggest leaving. Any questions?”

Shocked silence filled the room. Phil stood silent and still as tears poured down his face, his clone even started to cry when he saw Phil crying, and Sam looked like he’d just watched a bomb go off. Wilbur just stood at the center waiting for something to change. For Sam to send him to his room, for Phil to break down even worse or for him and his son to deem Wilbur too different and abandon him (again), but nothing was happening. ‘Way to sugarcoat it, Wil.’ quietly played in his head, as if Tommy was afraid he’d somehow interrupt the group despite them not being able to hear him. He’d elbow himself in the gut later, that’d probably look really weird if he did it now.

“…Do you want to come home with us?” Phil said after a few minutes, shocking Wilbur. “Do you want me to?” Phil just nodded and wiped a few more tears from

his face. “Even if you don’t remember us, you’re still my son. You always will be. I’ve missed you so, so much Wilbur.” He said, kneeling to be at eye level. Wilbur just sighed. “Ok, then…let’s go home, I guess. I didn’t come here with much, I can just go with you now?” “Really?” Phil said, surprised but seemingly excited. “Oh, o-ok then! I thought you’d want a few days but, uh, sure! As long as Sam is ok with that?”

“Oh yeah, Sam!” Wilbur interrupted, turning to face the man who’d just kind of been standing silently, clearly unsure of what to do in the situation. “I need you to tell my guardians what happened. They’ll

probably understand, but they’ll also want to meet my long lost family

since they raised me and all.” ‘More like interrogate them and possibly file a restraining order so they can never take us again, but same difference I guess.’ Tommy chimed in unhelpfully. Wilbur ignored him. “Give them Phil’s address asap so they know where to find me. Also give me their phone numbers, i don’t remember them.” “Wait, guardians?” Phil chimed in, lightly tapping Wilbur on the shoulder with a concerned look. “You have legal guardians?”

“Three college aged guys, yeah. But I wouldn’t say legal,” Wilbur explained, “they just kind of took me in when I was lost without my memories. They tried to find you for a few years but gave up after a while. I couldn’t really give them any info to go off of.” “Oh…do they treat you well?” “Yes.” ‘No.’ Wilbur and Tommy said at the same time, though obviously only one was heard. “That’s…that’s good, i guess.” Phil said quietly, then it was back to the awkward silence. Godammit, Wilbur hated silence. Was it gonna be like this all the time with Phil?

“Well then, let’s get a move on.” Said the pink haired boy who Wilbur had only remembered was in the room when he spoke up. He’d been pretty silent, but at least his tears had dried. That was better than Phil was doing. “And you are?” Wilbur asked. “Technoblade, but most people call me Techno.” he said, holding a hand out. Wilbur just stared trying to figure out why he was doing that. Was it a high five? Sometimes orange would give him a high five when he did a good job testing, but why was he doing it sideways?

Wilbur smacked his hand quickly and pulled away, smiling awkwardly. Techno just lowered his hand and stared. Shit, he was wrong about the high five, wasn’t he?“Ok…” Techno said, “we’re gonna have to re-teach you some stuff, aren’t we?” “Uuuhhh…maybe.” Wilbur said quietly as he heard Tommy laugh at him. Asshole.

Wilbur made his way to their car after grabbing his bag and saying goodbye to Sam. The packed into the car, and Wilbur was met with the silence again. Phil seemed…weary of him, to put it best. Like he was dam one bad storm away from breaking. Techno seemed more disinterested in him, just playing on a phone as Phil started to drive, never looking up at him. Well, he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence this time. He didn’t want to talk to them anyway.

Instead, he let himself fall into his nothingness, connecting with Tommy on the other side. “Well that went great!” Tommy said sarcastically. “I stood my ground.” Wilbur shot back. “I don’t want to be treated like some lost broken kid. I’m 13. I know what I’m doing.” “Well, I like them. They seem nice!” Wilbur wasn’t sure how to respond. Sure, Phil seemed like he wanted to care about him. Techno seemed…willing, at least, even if he was a bit nonchalant. But could he trust these people? They were the people who abandoned him and left him to almost starve to death in the woods as a toddler. That wasn’t exactly something a loving family would do, but they seemed happy to see him alive. Was it a mistake? How could they have fucked up badly enough that he got amnesia and almost died at the ripe age of 4?

But Tommy seemed so excited. As much as the scientists always tried to make sure it didn’t happen, Wilbur loved Tommy. He really was like a little brother, they’d grown up together. They’d both always been told that it would be for the best that they didn’t make that kind of connection in case something where to go wrong, but who else did they have? Tommy was family to him, and damn if he wouldn’t do anything to make the little boy happy. He sighed. “Yeah, well…let’s hope so.”

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Since we’re all taking a break from being slutty and DEVOURING the comfort fics. Can I request a fic where hyunjin had a really bad day and then reader says something that’s obviously meant to be a joke, or idk buys him the wrong order of food etc but he gets really upset and takes it to heart and starts crying and reader realizes something is definitely wrong because he’s never that sensitive and she gets him to open up to her about how stressed he’s been etc and she just helps him get through the day and feel better.

Also can I be 🩰 anon?

Heyo 🩰 anon! (Yes, you can be 🩰 anon, ily.) I love how y’all’s go to for comfort fics is Hyunjin lmaooo I love it though, he’s such a sweetie so I understand 🥹 I also love how you started this ask LMAOOOOO.

GN! Reader X SKZ Hyunjin

Warnings: Hyunjin has a bad day, he's going THROUGH IT.

Note: I made this gender neutral since I didn’t really use pronouns except for he/him with Hyunjin. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy and as always, if no one’s told you today, ilyy! 🫶

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Nothing seemed to go right today.

He woke up late, forgot his phone, so when he went back to get it, he was even more late showing up to practice.

Then at practice, he kept messing up his moves somehow and he knew the other members were getting irritated.

Hyunjin came over to your apartment later that day, wanting to put all of the days stress behind him and be near you, knowing you had always been his peace in times of stress.

Hyunjin immediately called you on his way out after everyone collectively called it a day and decided to pick back up the next day.

“Hey, done already?” You picked up. He could hear the sound of wind coming from your end as you were seemingly outside.

“We… finished early.” Hyunjin didn't want to talk about how his day went. He just wanted to leave and head directly for you. “Can I ask a favor?”

He felt his stomach rumble and realized how hungry he was. Another thing to look forward to, other than seeing you.

Food.

“What is it?” You asked, curious. Hyunjin used his free hand to grip his stomach as he made his way for the front door, leading outside.

The wind on your end had ceased, indicating you were inside.

“Can you order takeout? I'm heading to your apartment, so I will pay you back in cash when I get there.” Hyunjin didn't want to explain that his credit card was paused for some reason.

That was another problem for later. A problem he didn't want to think about at the moment.

“Of course. Don't worry about paying me back.” You didn't hesitate, “I missed you.”

Hyunjin smiled, already feeling his stress diminishing. “I missed you too.”

“Want your regular?” You asked, already having the delivery app open.

“Please. And get yourself something too. It's just me and you tonight.” Hyunjin took a deep breath and started to walk in the direction of your apartment— a path he was familiar with.

“Alright, my angel. I will see you when you get here.” You said, hanging up after he bid you a farewell.

You ordered the food, double checked everything and waited. Luckily, the food arrived before Hyunjin did, so the food would already be ready for him.

When Hyunjin actually arrived, he was relieved to smell the food, his stomach growling hungrily.

“Ah, thank you so much!” Hyunjin shut and locked your front door and sat with you as you separated and passed out the food.

Hyunjin’s heart dropped, seeing the food was definitely not his regular. You hadn't noticed because yours was correct, all the way down to the extras you had added on.

You glanced at Hyunjin, seeing he had gotten the wrong order. You scoffed, shaking your head. “damnit… who did you piss off at the takeout spot today?”

Hyunjin paused, a look of hurt flashed across his face and he looked at you.

“No one! I didn't ‘piss’ anyone off! I didn't do anything!” Hyunjin snapped, his eyes welling up before the tears came rushing down his cheeks.

“Why does everyone think I did something wrong?!” Hyunjin cried, his hands flying to cover his face as he cried harder than you’ve ever seen him cry before.

Your expression had a look of concern to it, pushing your food aside and moving to wrap your arms around him in a comforting gesture.

“Hey, hey, I was only joking… what happened? Why are you crying?” You asked, rubbing his back and immediately feeling guilty.

Hyunjin didn't speak for a while, just crying his eyes out in your arms.

When he eventually pulled away from you, he wiped his eyes and face with his sleeves as his own guilt sank in for snapping at you for your joke and the wrong order.

“It's been a bad day.” Hyunjin started off. You weren't sure if he was going to elaborate more on that or not, but you didn't rush him and instead, you were very patient as he collected his thoughts.

“It started when I woke up late. Then during practice, I kept messing up. I think the guys are mad at me.” Hyunjin sniffled, staring at the wrong order of food. You listened intently, letting him open up to you all while gently rubbing his back.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you.” Hyunjin continued, “it’s just that I was relying on something to make today better and being with you did, but I was also very hungry and seeing it was wrong, well…”

You nodded understandingly. “Added to your series of misfortunes.”

Hyunjin laughed a little, relieving you as you worried that joke would make him cry again.

“Yeah. And when you said I pissed someone off, maybe I did get a little too defensive.” Hyunjin closed his tired eyes from crying. You frowned, hearing how your joke hurt him.

“I'm so sorry, I was only joking. I know you didn't piss anyone off or do anything to deserve the day you just had.” You spoke in a soothing voice, pulling him into your arms again.

Hyunjin leaned into your arms, the stress diminishing again. He felt silly for getting so upset over a wrong order and a joke.

“You’re allowed to be frustrated, my love.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head that was leaned against your shoulder.

And Hyunjin smiled, needing to hear those words.

“Tomorrow will be better.” You added, reaching for your phone. “But so will tonight. I'm getting you your correct order.”

#skz hyunjin x reader #stray kids hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #skz scenarios #skz reactions #stray kids imagine #skz comfort

[moriiartist]

WRONG TURN (AT THE RIGHT TIME)

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PAIRING: Vampire!Ethoslab x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: It was simple, the arrangement you had with Gem. She would let you study in the library before it opened; you would be gone before her boss came in. So… how did you wind up with a vampire for a history tutor?

WARNINGS: Mild language, death mention, semi-graphic violence, non-consensual touching (you get manhandled a bit, nothing sexual), blood and injury, vampirism

A/N: Etho’s a little spooky in this one... had me feeling some type of way while I was writing him 🥴. This one is a bit longer than some of the other stuff I’ve written, and a bit scarier, but I hope y’all enjoy it anyways!

“Alright, time to pack up. You promised me you would be gone before my boss gets in, and the library opens in an hour.”

You jumped at the sound of a book slamming against the surface of the desk you were sitting at, jerking your head up and away from the paragraph you had been staring at for the past ten minutes. A figure loomed over you like the specter of death, impatiently drumming their fingertips against the flesh of their crossed arms. 

They- or rather, she- affixed you with a glare that could melt steel, green eyes flashing behind the thick rims of her glasses. It took a second longer for your sleep-deprived brain to boot up, but it was almost too easy at this point for you to recognize the face of the library’s chief archivist.

Rubbing at your burning eyes with a forefinger and thumb, you puffed a slow breath through your cheeks. After trying to read by the dim light of the desk lamp for God knows how many hours, they stung like hell. 

“Sorry, Gem. I must’ve lost track of time.”

The librarian, Gem, snorted but allowed her stern gaze to thaw, auburn hair rippling down her back as she tilted her head. “Are you sure you aren’t pushing yourself too hard? I know you want to finish up your degree, but I’m pretty sure you’ve studied here every day this week.” 

You chuckled dryly. Oh, she had no idea.

Your day job took up almost all of the ‘working day’ so to speak, leaving only the darkest hours of the night for you to attend college classes and catch up on homework. However, during those hours, there was nothing you could access beyond what little you could pirate on your shitty laptop and printed course material. 

Which is why Gem is the only thing standing between you and straight-up flunking college. 

Despite her devout adherence to the laws that governed your local city library, you had convinced her with a mix of bribery, guilt-tripping, and groveling to allow you to visit in the early hours before it opened. You were able to read and complete your assignments in peace, but most importantly: you were able to access legitimate, essential, official resources during the only time you had during the day to study.

You felt the muscles in your jaw twitch as you held your smile, hoping it didn’t look too vacant. Or desperate. 

“I’m fine, Gem. Just a bit tired.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Sorry- have you seen yourself? The bags under your eyes are big enough to carry my groceries.”

You winced.

“Can’t argue with you there.”

If you were being honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten more than four hours of sleep in a row- and even that estimate was generous. You pivoted in your seat, making the tactical decision to retreat from Gem’s piercing gaze.

You sighed as you crammed as many books as possible into your backpack, forcing protesting muscles that had long remained stagnant into movement. Whatever didn’t fit you hefted in your arms, making a face halfway between a grimace and a look of abject horror as your back cracked under the weight.

Gem pursed her lips, and somehow you resisted the urge to groan. This was an old argument that the two of you had hashed and re-hashed ever since she’d let you come into the library during closing hours, and you were sick of having to defend yourself.

“You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You look like you’re going to keel over at any second.”

“Well,” you laughed airily, the lightness of your voice at odds with the abject exhaustion in your expression. “It’s not like there’s anything I can do. I need to earn my degree, and you know that night classes are the only thing I can afford to take.”

Pausing for a moment, you snorted. “Both literally and figuratively.”

“You’re going to kill yourself at this rate,” Gem sighed, her normally lively countenance as deadpan as she could make it.

“No, I don’t think so. Not if you get to me first.”

A beat of silence.

“... Fair enough.”

It was routine for you to haul your backpack onto your shoulders, Gem helping you with the straps, and wave a harried goodbye to Gem as you slipped out the library’s back door. At her insistence, you promised to text her when you returned to your apartment so she knew you had gotten back safely. 

You shivered, clutching your books tighter to your chest as the warmth of the indoors faded, leaving you to the mercy of Autumn’s chilled embrace. 

It was no exaggeration that your free hours landed squarely in the dead of night- because although you had been up for hours, the sky was still as dark as pitch. Only the barest hint of starlight shone through the inky blackness, and though logically, you knew it was because of light pollution, some part of you wondered if the entirety of the milky way had been swallowed whole.

While the library was laid deep within the city’s heart, it was directly at the center of the entertainment district. Meaning that, despite the late (or early) hour, the city streets surrounding the library were just as busy during the night as they were during the day. Restaurants, bars, nightclubs, and… other businesses lined the street, the light from their illuminated windows and neon signs shining like rainbows against the pavement.

Across the street, raucous laughter resounded from within a bar. The sound bounced eerily across the pavement and crowded walls of the buildings that rose like silhouettes from the ground. You flinched as you heard the sound of shattering glass, accompanied by loud cheering, wrinkling your nose against the sharp sting of early winter frost and the pungent scent of booze.

You quickened your pace, dodging and weaving through flocks of tourists that ranged from mildly inebriated to flat-out drunk, barely managing to keep yourself balanced under the awkward weight of your backpack. The idea of being caught up in whatever illicit business went down in the cramped alleyways and seedy taverns that garnished the area like sprinkles on a cake was far from appealing- especially with the whole ‘living alone’ thing.

At the next street, you finally made the turn that led you away from the throngs of frat boys and bar-flies into the residential areas that sprouted just a ways off from popular tourist destinations. 

Although you had made the journey countless times, it never ceased to startle you just how quickly the general cacophony of shouting and laughter faded away with a few blocks of distance. It was much, much quieter here; the only sounds were the gentle tap-tap-tap of your shoes against the concrete and the occasional rush of a car driving by.

Windows of houses looked more like dark, empty eyes as you passed them, and the further you got from the entertainment district, the easier it was to pretend that you were the only person on earth. A sharp gust of wind suddenly howled through the trees, rattling leaves and raking icy claws across your skin.

You gasped as a shiver snaked its way down your spine, instinctually clutching your books tighter to your chest in an effort to conserve warmth. Cursing softly, you shed through your coat pocket to find your phone, exclaiming in victory as your fingers wrapped around it. Clicking it open, you blinked in surprise once you spotted the time: 5:00 AM.

Huh. That was definitely waayyy later than you had originally expected… and you had to get to work at 8:30. A high-pitched whine rose in the back of your throat. 

Say goodbye to any chance you could’ve had at a (barely) decent sleep, because at this rate? It would be a miracle if you could get home in time to shower and eat.

You were so focused on your phone that you almost didn’t process the electric hum that filled the air, the lone streetlight ahead flickering in and out to the beat of your footsteps. Catching the flashing from your periphery, you glanced up with a frown. 

Now- you weren’t an electrician, or really anyone skilled in the engineering field, but… you were fairly certain that it shouldn’t be making that loud, electric humming noise. You halted in your steps, tilting your head and squinting your eyes at the malfunctioning lamp. It flickered one more time, weakly, before plunging you into shadow.

If you thought that the night was dark before, surrounded by light and the nightlife, it paled in comparison to the true darkness that descended upon you like a cloak. One moment, you’re perfectly fine, and the next, you can hardly see the shape of your body against the pavement.

Another shiver wracked your body- but it felt different from a chill. Something inside your brain had begun frantically ringing alarm bells, and you could only desperately search for some kind of stressor as the hair on the back of your neck rose to attention.

Shakily, you exhaled, spinning in one, slow circle. There was the faint outline of a parked car, engine silent and sleeping, the houses, the trees- nothing. Nothing that would make your anxiety levels swing from ‘manageable’ to ‘DEFCON one’.

You turned back around, your previously relaxed pace discarded in favor of a light jog. It was all you could do not to fall on your ass as your backpack shifted and bounced with your downstep, and your chest felt tight as panic began to seep in.

What the hell is going on?

Something clattered behind you, and your breath seized in your lungs. The burning was hardly an afterthought because you were sprinting, stumbling and dropping your own books in your haste to get away from something you couldn’t- or wouldn’t- see.

You were so close you could see the gleam of the next streetlight up above. Your inhales were more like sobbing gasps of air, and distantly you felt the dampness of your cheeks as tears sluiced down them. 

You were so close.

But it was never like you had the chance to escape, anyway.

A calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking it and the rest of your body back. Hard. 

All of the wind was knocked out of you as you slammed into the ground, hands and knees shrieking with agony as the pavement grain shredded the skin. The books within your bag did little to soften the fall, their hard spines digging into your ribs through the material of your bag.

Spots danced in front of your eyes, and you felt like you were moving through molasses as a pair of shiny dress shoes strolled into view. You didn’t want to see their face. Something visceral within you begged you to make yourself as small as possible- not a threat, nothing of interest.

Still, your traitorous gaze drifted upwards, and you felt the blood drain from your face as you stared straight up into a pair of ruby-red eyes.

“My, don’t you smell divine.”

You tried to scream, but it came out more like a choked gasp as your lungs came up empty.

This wasn’t- you had to be hallucinating. This had to be something that your sleep-deprived brain had dreamed up, safe and asleep in your bed.

Vampires weren’t real. 

But, as it grinned with razor-sharp fangs, face alight with nothing but hunger, it was impossible to say it was anything else as it dug sharp, talon-like nails into your open wound.

Pain, quick as lightning and ten times more intense sparked through your nervous system, wringing a punched-out gasp from your throat. The periphery of your eyes darkened, and for a moment you genuinely thought that you would pass out from sheer agony as you desperately tried (and failed) to tear its wrist away. 

It chuckled, twisting its claws in deeper to draw a proper scream out of you, humming in approval before it pulled them out. You went lax, heaving for breath as it lapped at the sticky blood- your blood- coating its fingers.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you realized that it was watching you. Crouched on the side of the street, inspecting you with a calculating gaze not dissimilar from how a fox inspects a cornered rabbit.

“Oh,” it said, a grin that was entirely too wide creeping across its face. “Yes. You taste even better than I thought you would.”

Feeling your breaths come faster and faster as fresh tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, you pressed your palm to your mouth, only succeeding in smearing the blood that covered it all over your chin. 

So this was how you died. Alone, scared, and covered in your own blood, pinned down in the middle of the street by a creature you thought only existed in classical literature and trashy romance novels.

And, to top it all off, you had never even graduated college.

The vampire shifted, and you flinched at the sensation of its talons scraping at the soft flesh of your neck. You knew what happened next if the stories were to be believed, but terror had frozen your limbs as thoroughly as rigor mortis.

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut.

And promptly had them fly back open as the vampire shot back in a blur of snarling and snapping limbs, hitting the ground several meters away from you with a loud crack.

Transfixed, you could only watch with a dumbfounded expression as a cloaked figure appeared to teleport in front of you, hissing lowly. The vampire was on its feet before you could blink, its handsome features twisted into an animalistic snarl before it locked gazes with… whatever was blocking its path to you.

If you didn’t feel like you were about to pass out, you would’ve thought how quickly its expression changed from ardor to pure, unadulterated terror was hilarious. 

“You,” it breathed, every muscle in its body snapping with tension. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Sheer survival instinct had kept your focus solely on the vampire that had cornered you, but the fear that radiated it was enough of a surprise that you found yourself glancing over towards whatever was perpetrating it.

One time, after you had gotten off work and had nothing else to do, you decided to watch a documentary series about tropical rainforest animals. For the most part, it was just background noise to help you fall asleep, but you found yourself engrossed when a particular segment about leopards began.

All you could think of, now that you were looking at the cloaked figure, was just how still they were. They didn’t move a muscle, not even where a normal person would’ve begun to cramp after a few seconds. They didn’t even seem to be breathing.

They reminded you of those leopards that you had watched. Especially in the way that those leopards went when they were hunting.

“Who says where I can and can’t be?” they, or rather, he said, masculine voice smooth and calm. “It’s certainly not your job.”

Sensing an opportunity to get the hell out of dodge, you grit your teeth as you shifted onto your hands and knees, slowly pushing yourself up into a crouch. The raw and ragged skin on your knees screamed in protest as it pulled taut, and you had to bite your tongue to stifle your soft sounds of pain.

The vampire’s jaw worked, and even as it drew itself up to its full height, you noted it was much taller than whatever had decided to intervene. (Something was wearing that cloak, but if he was an actual human person, you would eat your hat.)

The cloaked figure titled his head. “If you know what’s good for you, you should leave.”

You froze in place, heart jack-hammering in your ribs. Was he talking to you?

He went on- “Wouldn’t want to break any more rules. The covenant will have your head.”

For a long, tense moment, nothing happened. The wind whistled down the street. In the distance, police sirens wailed.

You didn’t dare move- not when the air itself felt charged, waiting for something to snap.

Then, the vampire growled, lips pulling back from their teeth wolfishly as they reluctantly bowed. Flabbergasted, you watched as it reluctantly melted back into the shadows, the red gleam of its eyes the last thing to fade to black.

The only thing you could hear was your heart thumping in your ears.

After a moment, the cloaked figure’s head turned deliberately towards where your crumpled form was hunched over, and you hastily scrabbled to your feet, Balling your hands up into fists. you trembled, staring him down.

“Are you alright?”

You don’t know what you would do if he decided to attack you, but you weren’t going to take it kneeling- not when you still felt the burn of humiliation for remaining paralyzed by terror. To your continuing horror, he took your silence as an invitation to step forward.

“Stay back,” you bit out, adrenaline buzzing through your veins. “I will not hesitate to punch you in your stupid face.”

Impressively, although you couldn’t make out his face with the shadows that clung to the hood of his cloak, you could see him do a double-take. “... Sorry?”

“You better be,” you muttered, eyes flickering to and fro as you tried to find a good escape route.

To your surprise, he hesitated, murmuring something under his breath that you couldn’t make out. He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. “I am, if that makes you feel any better. You aren’t supposed to be attacked like this, it’s… uncivilized.”

Gaze snapping back to him, your brows raised incredulously. “Really? You’re not just saying that so that I let my guard down? And then you kill me and steal all my blood?”

“If I wanted to ‘steal all your blood’ I would’ve done it already.”

You deadpanned. “That’s not as comforting as you think it is.”

He took another step, but before you could threaten him again, pulled the hood of his cloak down. By now, your eyes had adjusted to the light (or lack thereof), and you found yourself sucking in a harsh breath.

Although you had guessed, what you saw definitely revealed him to be another vampire. His hair, a close-cropped shock of white, stood out against the darkness of the surrounding street.

You couldn’t describe the way that he was looking at you if you tried. His eyes burned like hot coals, pinned on you with a kind of unyielding focus that made your arms prickle with goosebumps. It both struck you as similar to that other vampire’s regard, a predator watching prey, but it was distinctly different- more like he was cataloging the rise and fall of your breath, the grinding of your shoe heel into the pavement.

A black mask- one of those anime ones that you couldn’t bother to remember the name of- hung around his neck, ready to be pulled up without a second’s notice. It looked well-cared for, despite being a little worn around the edges, and he fiddled with it absently as your gaze swept over him.

The most glaring thing about his appearance was the fact that he was almost flawlessly handsome, skin unblemished, bone structure pristine. The only thing that marred him was the long, thin scar that cut across his left eye, splitting his eyebrow in half.

“Even if you are pretty, I still won’t hesitate to punch you in the nose.”

He barked a laugh, fangs- holy shit his fangs- flashing. For some reason, he seemed pleased at your jab, chest puffing out slightly. “So you think I’m pretty?”

“Do I look like someone that would be attracted to an overgrown mosquito?” you scoffed, eyeing his shrewdly. “And a vain one, at that.”

He paused for a moment, staring at you, and you felt the fear that had temporarily abated come back in full force. One of these days, you were going to take a vow of silence so you could never say anything stupid ever again. 

You swallowed, hugging your arms tight to your body as you leaned away. In a blink, he was suddenly, much, much closer, and you swore as you jumped. 

“No,” the vampire said abruptly, tilting his head in a predatory manner. A smile split across his face, and a confident gleam arose within his eyes as his hand came up to grab your chin firmly. (Privately, you were relieved to find that he clipped his nails like a normal human being.)

“But you do look like someone who knows something they shouldn’t.”

You thrashed in his grip, eventually stilling with your palms pressed flat to his chest. Although you were pushing as hard as you could, it didn’t seem to affect him. 

You laughed, a little bit hysterical. “Oh, so now you’re going to kill me?” 

His fingers drummed against the flesh of your cheek. Languidly running his tongue against the swell of his upper lip, he cocked his head to the other side. You winced as you heard the vertebrae in his neck crack. 

“What could I give you to keep you quiet?”

You blinked, taken aback by his jarringly serious tone.

“What?”

“What do you want? Money? Favors? What would convince you to keep your mouth shut?” he pressed, eyes narrowing, Distantly, you noted that his eyelashes were as pale as the hair on top of his head. “We’ve got kind of a secret society thing going on, y’anno, and we don’t need you blabbing.”

Confused, you shifted, and his hand came up to squish your cheeks until your lips puckered like a fish’s. You tensed but didn’t attempt to move.  “‘Oul’nt you j’st kill ‘m?”

He smirked, ruby red eyes gleaming. “Yes, but it would be a shame. You’re funny.”

You batted his hand away, staring at him. He… seemed sincere, or he could just be a very skilled liar. It was more than likely that both were true, and whatever you did, it would be a gamble.

“... A tutor,” you said after several moments of silence, voice laced with quiet certainty. “That’s what I need. A tutor.”

He stared at you. You stared at him. There was a lot of staring at one another.

“That’s it? ”

You shrugged. “College is hell.”

“Not cash, or fame, or… cash…” the vampire frowned. “Everyone asks for cash.”

“I guess I’m just built different,” you said, as if you weren’t running on less than half of the minimum sleep quota and hubris. 

You would be kicking yourself later when you sprung out of bed, wild-eyed as you beheld the healing cuts that littered your knees and palms, but right now? You were absolutely not in the right mindset to be making pacts with a creature of the night.

“Alrighty then,” he said after a moment, letting go of your face in favor of offering you his other hand. “It’s a deal.”

You, with all the bravado and lack of self-awareness that only a college senior could possess, took it.

He grinned, and in a blink, a solid chest bumped into your back. There was no heat to your proximity other than your startled flush, even as the vampire’s cold breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“The name’s Etho. I have a hunch that you and I... we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

The crack of your fist hitting his face resounded through the street, drawing a startled hiss from the vampire.

Well, he couldn’t say you didn’t warn him.

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[youthbled-12]

Happy Father’s Day (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

(Reader is a Gender neutral spider person and an ✨artist✨)

Summary: **You give Miguel a gift for Father’s Day :D

General Content Warnings: Uhhhhh Fluff? Spanish translations using spanishdict (feel free to criticize translations)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN SO LONG- HAVE THIS LITTLE FLUFFY CAR RIDE AND FATHERS DAY BASED STORY TWO DAYS LATE AS A LITTLE GIFT

One car ride. That is what Miguel O’Hara (unwillingly) promised you in exchange for the solo capture of a particularly difficult Green Goblin variant. That’s how you managed to get a startlingly quiet Miguel into your universe, into your hometown, into your car, and into normal civilian clothes.

For the first twenty minutes his tense state made the drive.. uncomfortable, a small tick in your spidey sense which never seemed to subdue. At a red light you began to tap at your radio, trying to find a station to land on, ending up unsatisfied as a horn behind you signaled the change to green. 

A few mumbles and taps on the radio from your passenger later, he finally found something you both could listen to. It took only a few minutes of the meaningless white noise for him to relax (only slightly), and finally your senses calmed, just in time for the exit.

“America’s Favorite Journey.” He sounded skeptical as he read the sign leading up to the Purple Mountain Way. “What have you signed me up for?” The first proper sentence he had spoken to you all day. Glancing his way to respond you note that both his tone and face were laced with annoyance.

“A nice calming drive to get you out of your dark musty office-“

“It’s not musty-“

“Shut-“

“But-“

“SHUT- out of your dark, angsty office-“ 

Your change of words received an unintelligible grumble.

“And into a fresh environment so that maybe you can stop sulking and snapping at everyone. Does that sound acceptable?”

You were once again met with annoyed, almost mocking, mumbling.

“You need to speak up, boss man.”

“Fine! I said fine!” From the corner of your eye you could see him pinching the bridge of his nose before he reached for the buttons embedded into the door, rolling down his window. Your window fell soon after

You let the silence fall upon the two of you again, turning the radio up just a notch so it could still be heard over the wind blowing around the car. His hair was even more beautiful after having the wind ruffle it about.

You each took turns humming or tapping along to different songs you knew, making the simple cruise down the winding two lane road something more enjoyable.

Your peaceful ride was interrupted by whatever no-name radio host was running the station. “Y’all miss me? Hope all you listeners out there are enjoying your Father’s Day, be it as a father or for the fathers in your life, make sure to give-“ The radio host was interrupted by a new random channel, Miguel’s calmed demeanor shattered by the unknowing and unknown man through the radio waves. A few more channel switches later before he landed on another one, leaning back into his seat tense once more.

LYLA, the wonderful AI she is, had given you the full rundown of what had happened to Miguel. His search for a universe with his happy ending. His takeover of his own identity. His daughter. The collapse of the universe. She even showed you the heartbreaking footage.. needed a day to recover after that one.

In turn that meant that many topics were off the table for casual one-on-one discussion. Non-spider-person alternate selves, children, daughters, fatherhood…

That was the reason you had brought him out here. To pull his mind away from the day. Fathers Day. Or at least.. an attempt to make it less shitty.

“You alright over there?” You glance once more to Miguel, who was now staring out the open window at the rolling hills and giant trees. Taking a moment to adjust your driving grip you hold your right hand out to him. An offer of the only small comfort you could give him at this moment.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t even bother to turn to look at you, only doing so after you tap him in the chest a few times, turning to at your hand almost bewildered. “What are you…” 

“Take my hand asshole.” All it took was another vaguely aggressive shake of the hand before he obliged, hesitantly hovering his hand over yours. You waited a moment before properly grabbing it, messaging his knuckles in an attempt to ease some of his tension. A fruitless attempt but not an unwelcome one.

After what felt both like an eternity and a second he pulled his hand away, leaning closer to his door, as if he was yearning to throw himself out of the moving car, stopped only by the knowledge of the steep mountain cliff to his right.

“Miguel.. if you want to-“

“No.”

You were silent for a moment. “Alright.. well. Open the glovebox.” Feeling him turn to look at you, you reached over to roll the windows back up.

“What?”

“I have something for you Miguel. Open the glovebox.”

“Dios mío, ¿por qué estuve de acuerdo?” [My god, why did I agree?] He took a moment to think about it before actually opening the glovebox, finding a small package wrapped in blue wrapping paper. “Seriously?”

“Open it!” You began to slow down near one of the outlook spots, pulling into the small parking lot which belonged to the scenic view, parking notably horrendously, and turning to watch him.

Squinting at you for a moment, eyes asking if he really has to, Miguel sighs and finally opens the gift. 

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You had been pouring every single skill you had ever acquired into this work. It had to be perfect, and it had to be done soon.

Somehow, someway you managed to get LYLA to give you one photo of Miguel and his daughter. It took alot of quiet conversations, and promises, and a hell of alot of missions, but you finally got it. After discovering his past you had decided Miguel needed something… different to decorate his dark office. Art. Not just some meaningless color splotches titled with philosophical one liners, but something personal, and this was it.

Almost too invested in the craft, your spidey sense had to notify you to the opening gold portal behind you, giving you barely enough time to hide the image and turn to face the very man you were drawing, his mask dematerializing the second he entered. Exhaustion was etched into all of his features, the dark circles more prominent, his stance more relaxed, his suit glitching in a few places revealing scratches and scrapes.

With a sigh you stood to fetch your first aid kit. “You know you have a med bay for a reason, right?”

Miguel gave a stifled chuckle as he fell back onto your couch, closing his eyes as he attempted to relax, allowing his suit to reveal his injuries, “You stole your aid stuff from them, it's basically the same. Plus they would put me on bedrest.”

“Maybe you need to be.” Sitting beside him you began cleaning and tending to his wounds, squinting in the dim light. “You know you should give me a warning before you just show up. I'm a busy spider.”

“You can sacrifice a few minutes to patch me up, can't you mi vida?” [my life] His head had tilted just enough for him to gaze at you through squinted eyes.

“Of course, I always would but- i have to have at least a little privacy, yeah?” You finished patching up his wounds, gently patting the bandages that had been applied before returning your supplies to their rightful place.

“Como deseas querido.” [As you wish dear] His suit materialized once more, small glitches where the bandages were placed. Once you returned he slowly stood, taking a deep breath as he opened another portal, one which you quickly moved to stand in front of.

“Hell no! Guest bedroom. Now. You need rest.” 

“But-”

“No butts. Guest room. Now. A change of clothes is in the top drawer.”

Miguel smiled a bit, nodding as he slowly trudged down the hallway to a room that had basically become his personal hospital room. He was followed shortly after by you with a few glasses of water and a take out menu. 

The artwork would have to wait for a later date.

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That later date had come and gone, and the artwork was now resting in Miguel's hands, in the specially built frame for it which you had made ensuring it was protected on all sides.

Miguel was silent for a long time, staring at the gift. A shaky breath and a few teary eyed blinks he finally looked up to you, a small smile on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Miguel nodded, reaching to grab one of your hands, Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, accompanied with a whispered “gracias, cariño,” [Thank you, my dear] was enough to tell you how grateful he was.

“Happy fathers day Miguel.” Your grip on his hand tightens as you bring his hand up to reciprocate the back of the hand kiss.

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Epilogue One: The large gold portal appearing in the Parker residence was normal, but the individuals exiting it… not so much. 

Of all the people to attend Peter B’s spider person fathers day barbeque, he least expected Miguel O’Hara to show up, although with the sight of you dragging him through the portal, everything made a little more sense. The new arrivals wandered, having small conversations here and there before finally reaching the host. You turned to MJ, whispering something about drinks, or maybe about Mayday, whatever conversation you two were having was interrupted by Miguel speaking to Peter B directly. It was something simple, a little grin and a “Happy Fathers Day.”

The simple declaration made something new shine in Peter B’s eyes as he pulled Miguel in for the tightest hug he could muster. “Happy Fathers Day to you too, bud.”

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Epilogue Two:

Jess typically has good timing when it comes to Miguel. At least when it comes to catching him at the perfect time for mission reports. This time, though, she dropped in during his lunch break. Lucky her- she got to explore, and the first place she went was that incredibly slow descending platform.

Upon hunting for the elevator button she happened upon a framed drawing of Miguel and his daughter, and a little handwritten note, definitely not in Miguel's messy scrawl.

“You're doing amazing cariño, you always do.”

A/N: I have not written an x reader in AGES but I had this idea I needed to share. If anyone would like another one feel free to request and ill see what I can do,

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #RAAAAAAH #i do not understand tags

[atiny-chocolate-chip]

Two…three

(Photo isn’t mine! But I did edit and made it black and white with the white Polaroid boarder!!)

Summary: Where a Polaroid of Jake Sim suddenly appears on your desk…

Paring: Jake Sim x gn reader!

Genre: Horror(humor maybe??)

Warnings: main character death, dark themes swearing (only like two times max.)

Word count: 4k

Author’s note: heyyy guyssss happy Spooktober for this work I’m gonna be your friend ( I know I know y’all got better friends than me but for this story I’m your BFF. I just couldn’t come up with a friend name) Keep in mind this is an inspo by this story! I added some things so yea :).

BEFORE READING LET’S ALL COME TO OUR SENSES AND MAKE SURE THAT WE ALL KNOW THIS IS PURELY FICTION and no one in this story applies to how Jake or anyone else is!

Get it got it good? Alright then, enjoy!!

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You sighed for the umpteenth time as you rolled your eyes, tuning out your stats teacher who is basically talking nonsense at this point. I mean you give kudos for everyone else in the room who is tentatively listening about how to determine if a graph is left or right skewed but for you? Not your slice of cake. If you even liked cake!

Bored out of your mind, you stared out of the open window you’re sitting next to. Autumn weather was lovely this time around as a nice breeze gently entered the classroom. Enjoying it you closed your eyes wanting for this class to just end so you can finally leave and enjoy the weather with your best friend Bre. (Heyy that’s me!) You glanced down at your watch and saw you had 18 minutes until class ends and you’re finally FREE.

As you resume back to looking out of the window, you notice a scrap piece of paper dancing in the wind .You stared to wonder if it had cheat codes on it, a juicy secret, or even it being blank. As the piece of paper started to dance, it started to reflect the light causing you to close your eyes for a split second. Did you almost go blind by a sparkly piece of paper? Absolutely not.

Curiosity killed you as you tried to make sense of it. Squinting your eyes to have a more clear view of it, you silently hoped whatever it was just came by a bit closer to you.

It was like your prayer had been answered as a big gush of wind rushed in causing people who were by a window to put their arm on their notebook or turning their back against it. It also caused the piece of paper to fly in the classroom and land on your desk.

“What the-“ you mumbled to yourself as you can now tell it was not a scrap piece of paper with a juicy secret or cheats, but in fact a Polaroid.

The front part of the Polaroid is face down with the back side facing up You looked around to see if anyone saw but oh would you look at that, a typical scene: Everyone’s paying attention to your teacher. Heck, you even looked at your teacher who just simply gave you a warning glance but didn’t say anything. You focused back on the small rectangle in front of you as you flip it over to reveal the most handsome person you ever laid eyes on. You gently gasped and put the picture face down on the desk again.

It was a grainy photo that looked so vintage but so modern at the same time. The handsome guy looked about your age, wearing basketball jersey over a long sleeve white crewneck. His hair looked black if not deep brown, parted on both sides of his face. He had the most softest eyes, and to top it all a slim nose and perfect lips. He was holding two up peace signs. Was he at a party in this picture?? His room?? You couldn’t tell in the background, you could only focus on him. He looked fun to talk to and get to know. He was ethereal. You wanted to find a face to this picture asap. You wanted to see what he looked like in person.

You scanned your classroom again to see if anyone matched a face to the picture. Nobody. You should kick yourself for assuming someone as handsome as that picture guy would attend your school. You’re definitely showing Bre this once this class stops dragging. You looked down and your watch and woah. Only two minutes left until this class is over, who knew looking at Polaroid could take up so much time?

Students started to pack their stuff up and your professor tried to finish off the last problem but ended up deciding to go over it tomorrow. You knew a couple of people in this class who can easily share their notes with you, so you weren’t bothered by missing out in the lecture.

Once dismissed, you were the first one out of the door texting Bre in one hand while gripping on the Polaroid in the other. Agreeing with one another to meet up in your usual spot in the library, you hurriedly made your way there.

You finally arrived at the library and saw Bre who was busy typing away on her laptop, as she heard you put your stuff down on the table she immediately looked up an smiled.

“I have big news to share with you.” She excitedly said as she got up to greet you with a small hug.

“I have something to share with you, well it’s not big news but I think you can help me out.” You said hugging her back. She nodded and sat back down, her legs bouncing with anticipation, whatever she had to tell you must be really important. You urged her to go first.

“Guess who remembered their XBOX login and can finally access their Minecraft account?” She said legs continuing to move up and down.

If looks could kill, Bre would be most definitely dead.

You stayed silent giving her a blank stare. She obviously was ignoring it as she answered her own question.

“You guessed right! I did!” She exclaimed doing a mini dance on her seat.

“Bre..was that the news or is there something more important?” You questioned her. She softly gasped and looked at you offended.

“Uh first off it was the news and secondly it was most definitely important to share with you. I couldn’t remember my password for three months! Three months Y/N! Do you know how crazy and frustrated you become when you can’t remember your password until now?? I wouldn’t wish that on my enemies Y/N, never ever.” She boasted while continuing to type on her laptop.

“Bre, you don’t have enemies, you are cool with almost the whole campus.” You stated while rolling your eyes.

“You must not know me well enough Y/N.” She looked at you while looking down at your hand. “Whatever, someone gives a damn about my news if it’s not you then.” She playfully rolls her eyes and continued, “At least my news is better than that Polaroid in your hand.”

You suddenly remembered the Polaroid as you look down and saw his handsome face. You wanted Bre to look at it and see if she could recognize who he is.

“Ah! I wanted you to show you this but your news was so important my mind went blank.” You chuckled as Bre stuck her tongue out.

You slid the Polaroid over to her, waiting to see if she knows him of any sort since she knows the whole campus basically. Don’t ask how she knows, just trust Bre.

She gently picks the picture up and examines it. She looks over to you and back at the picture.

“Is this your boyfriend? WAIT, RUN THAT BACK TURBO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??” She questioned loudly, her smile becoming big and her eyes ripping away from the picture directly looking at you. You shushed her as you took the picture shaking your head no.

“No Bre I don’t have a boyfriend.” You sneered glaring at her.

“Then who is it?” She questioned once more before snatching the picture away from you looking at it again.

“I’m unsure that’s why I’m asking you if you have an idea.”

“Hmm I don’t think I seen his face around campus, but I do know some students who are in majoring in photography and are working with Poloroid cameras as an assignment .” Bre said as she pulled her phone out and took a picture before handing it back to you.

She continued, “I can go around and see if this is anyone’s assignment, where did you find it at?”

“Well it actually flew in my stats class and landed on my desk.” You responded as you gently tucked it away in your front pocket of your backpack.

“How odd, it seems like this person or something wanted you to see this picture..what if it’s haunted.” Bre said as she smiled at you creepily.

“BRE WHY WOULD TAKE THIS SITUATION AND UP IT BY TEN?” You scolded and you playfully slapped her shoulder. She giggled and began to type back on her computer. You shouldn’t even be surprised at Bre’s comment, around this time, she thinks anything is haunted since it’s the “spooky season”.

You sighed shaking your head in disbelief and looked down at your watch, since it was getting late and it gets darker earlier, you decided to walk to your apartment.

“Alright I’m going to head on home,see ya” You said standing up and grabbing your backpack. Before leaving you felt something take your breath away instantly and arms around your waist. Looking down it was Bre hugging you for dear life.

“Please please PLEASE text me when you get home! Nowadays it’s dangerous out here!” She pleaded as she hugged you even tighter than before.

You prided yourself away from her with all your strength before almost passing out. She eventually lets go and went back to her seat after you told her you will text her once you’re home.You then headed out of the library and began walking with the crisp fall air.

As you were walking you noticed all of the trees that either turned a pretty shade of red, yellow, or orange. The crunching sound of leaves every time you stepped on them. The chilly air as it welcomes you to the outside.

Before walking to the steps of your apartment you noticed there was a person standing by the front door entrance of the apartment building you lived at. Their back was towards you as they had on navy blue hoodie and black jeans. He must have noticed your presence or you made a loud sound because he turned around and surprise surprise-

It’s him. Polaroid boy.

He gave you a gentle smile and a simple wave before walking into the apartment building.

You gasped as you couldn’t believe that was him as you ran to the door, putting in your password to the apartment and scrambling in expecting him to be right there next to the mailboxes as you turned around-

Sadly your avail, he wasn’t there.

How? You thought to yourself. It was impossible. In order for him to leave he would have to literally rush in both doors in matter of seconds!

Besides you were five steps behind him anyways so it wouldn’t even make sense?? Hello!?? Are we on the same planet here??? (Luckily for you I’m on planet Saturn.)

Perplexed and a bit spooked out you decided to check your mailbox for any mail and head on in to your apartment. Once you got inside, you immediately texted Bre notifying that you made it home safe. After doing so you decided to relax a bit, get in comfortable clothes before doing homework.

You’ll have to admit it. It was hard doing homework when he was stuck in your mind. It still doesn’t make sense and it won’t ever make sense to you how did he get in both doors that quick?? Your mind being too crowded you decided to give Bre a call and see what she thinks of this.

“Hellooooo this is Bre speaking!”

“Bre…you won’t believe who I saw walking in my apartment building.”

“OMG Heeseung?”

“No. Guess again.”

“Sunghoon.”

“No Bre we just talked about this guy not even three hours ago.” You sighed hoping she got the hint. You were wrong

“Jay??? I thought Jay lived on campus unless-"

“Polaroid boy.”

“….no way.”

“Uh yes way! I can’t believe I saw him and the fact he’s in the same complex as me-"

“Did you talk to him at least? Gave him the picture??” Bre cut you off very curious with your interaction with him.

“No I did not I was too shocked to physically even move!” But…" you trailed off, your mind going to the door incident.

“BUT WHAT?? THAT’S NOT A COMPLETE SENTENCE YOU KNOW.”

“I’m not even sure Bre, I tried to meet him but the second I made it to the door he disappeared.” You sighed rubbing your face still astonished.

“Wait what do you mean disappeared? Like, he was speedy fast getting in or like ghost type of dissapear.” Bre questioned, you can hear her confusion in her voice as well.

“Well- I- don’t know ghost type of disappear!”

“Well maybe the picture is haunted!”

“Please don’t have me overthink.”

“I’m just saying, look I’ll see you tomorrow I have to be in this dumb group call for my history class right now! Byeee!” Then she hung up.

You chuckled putting your phone down about to start on homework. Not to long your phone pinged letting you know a text message sent, checking it, it’s from Bre

Baby Bre💕: Oh and don’t worry we will crack the case of finding Polaroid boy!!

You chuckled once more replying to her back and continued finishing your homework before going to sleep.

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The next day you’re speed walking no scratch that basically RUNNING to your campus.

Why?

Bre texted you and said she found polaroid boy AND who took the picture as well as to meet by the library.

Your heart thumped hard and fast in your chest, as you can finally meet him…maybe get to know him.

You stomach exploded with butterflies as the thought of different scenarios with him filled your brain.

Finally being able to see the library you saw Bre with two guys.

This is it. You thought to yourself. Time to put a face to a name.

Bre saw you and happily ran into your arms squealing.

“AH! This is it Y/n time to meet him!!” She silently screamed while clinging onto you, walking to the boys.

“I know I know! I’m excited too but Bre act cool so they don’t think we are freaks.” You silent in scolded at her but grinning from ear to ear.

You took a deep breath finally metting up with the boys but-

“Guys! I want you to meet Y/n.” Bre said introducing you.

No.

“Y/n I want you too meet Jay who took the picture and Sunghoon who’s in the picture!” Bre happily said excitement in her eyes.

The two boys waved at you.

No. Your mouth dropped in agape. This is all wrong WHAT Sunghoon didn’t even LOOK like the guy in the Polaroid!

“Uh hello to you both, no disrespect but your not the guy in the picture.” You said in shock trying to recollect your thinking but your brain is flooded with all this confusion- have you been picturing someone who’s not even real?

“What are you talking about?” Bre said looking at you in shock. “I’m sorry but Y/n is this some kind of Halloween prank cause if so I will-”

“No it’s not a prank look!” You cut her off as you fished the front part of your backpack pulling out the Polaroid and handing it to her.

Bre, Jay, and Sunghoon all looked at the Polaroid before looking at each other in confusion.

“Wait hold on cause my phone says different!” Bre exclaimed pulling out her phone and comparing the picture and Polaroid.

What was crazy was the boys both had on the same outfits and same pose in the picture but on Bre’s photo looked like Sunghoon while the Polaroid looked like Polaroid boy.

Chill ran down your spine. (You are one chilly person y/n)

“I-I don’t get it! How come my phone took a photo of- but- WHAT? I spent 5:30 am asking people if they know who this guy was! They lead me to these two!” Bre said in disbelief.

“Are you two okay?” Sunghoon said eyes never leaving the picture.

Bre snapped her neck at him. “We are perfectly fine why?” Do you think we are insane! These are two different people LOOK.” She shoved the picture in his face.

“Both of them are Sunghoon” Jay said puzzled tilting his head. “Can I see again? Yea, that’s you Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon nodded in agreement

Both you and Bre looked at one another in confused. What is going on here?

“No no no THIS right here is Sunghoon,” bre shook her phone in her left hand. “But THIS…THIS is a different guy! She said as she shook her right hand which had the Polaroid.

“Mmm no they are both Sunghoon I remembered taking that in my dorm.” Jay calmly stayed while putting his hands in his pockets.

You couldn’t say anything just watched in awe. Before you can step in and break up the upcoming heated debate on why that isn’t Sunghoon, a guy in a black hoodie accidentally bumped into you.

You stared at the person who ever so rudely at why would they bump into you when there’s enough space to walk.

“Sorry, didn’t see where I was going” They gently mumbled while looking at you over their shoulder while removing their headphones.

It was Polorid boy. He smirked before turning around.

“HEY!” You shouted grabbing his attention, but when he turned around it wasn’t him.

“What? I said sorry!” They said stopping mid way looking rather annoyed. Some nerve.

“Oh hi Mark! I’ll see you later in speech alright?” Bre said waving at him. He waved back before looking at you,putting in his headphones back in and returning to his walk shaking his head.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. All of this was too much! What is going on??? What’s wrong with you!

“I-I have to go I can’t, BRE that was just Polaroid boy!” You whispered.

“The boy who bumped into you?” She asked.

“Yes.” You stated.

“No, that was Mark.”

Yep. You’re done for today.

As if Bre thinks this is a prank YOU think it’s a prank as well. “I have to go, it’s doesn’t make any sense.” You turned around and decided to go to your first class. Shaking your head in confusion.

“Before you go can I have my project back? It’s due today.” Jay asked you.

Too confused and frustrated you simply handed the Polaroid back to him and walked away.

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During the day you kept seeing him. The trick was, every time you did a double take it was just some random guy. You felt like you were losing your mind.

Finally it was time to go home. Exiting out of the building and quickly walking wanted to go home, the place you knew that did not have you hallucinating about seeing Polaroid boy.

Is it that bad in wanting to see him? (No.)

You opened the front door and slammed it closed just before laying against it sighing and closing your eyes. You couldn’t even focus during your classes cause he kept clouding your mind.

Opening your eyes to pure darkness in the house. You didn’t realize how long you sat against the front door.

Slowly you got up and turned in the lights on in your house. Your mind is foggy as you wanted to get this day over with.

Deciding on a nice hot shower, you got ready for it. After your shower you put in some warm comfy clothes, you got out and passed you dining room table, but revisited the table as you saw what was laying there.

The Polaroid with him on it.

Didn’t you give this to Jay? You vaguely remembered handing it to him. There’s no way it’s just here laying at the table. Picking it up you examined it in fear.

Is someone in your apartment? Who could have possibly have a copy of your key to your apartment and just dropped this off?

Your only guess was Bre but still, she would have met you know she dropped something off at your house at the same time she was freaked out about the Polaroid as well so why would she- suddenly you heard something tap at your window.

You froze in your spot wanting to hear it again and make sure it wasn’t something like a twig being blown in the wind and brushing up against your window.

But the tap happened again and this time you saw a rock being thrown at your window.

Quickly rushing to it, expecting to see some kids and give them a piece of your mind you saw a boy standing next to the streetlight with his hoodie covering his face. As on cue, the boy removes his hoodie and waved at you.

It’s him. For the umpteenth time!

You didn’t want it to be true as you rubbed you eyes and checked.

He was stilled there waving while giving a smile you thought was charming. He pointed to you and then next to him. Looking confused at his gesture you asked yourself, “Does he want me to come down there and meet him?”

It was like he can hear you as he nodded his head and happily giving a thumbs up.

You don’t know what came over you as opened your window shouting “Just a sec, I’m coming!” Closing if you immediately put on your slippers not caring how you looked grabbing your keys and the Polaroid making a dash to the elevator.

He escaped you so many times, he will not do it again. Not this time.

During the elevator ride you felt off. As if something is screaming DANGER DANGER in your face. You brushed it off thinking it was nerves (shouldn’t you have trust your gut.)

The elevator stopped at the first floor opening it’s doors as you scurried out and into the chilly autumn night.

A breeze past by you as you tried to warm yourself up.

There he was, across the street standing by the streetlight looking as handsome as ever. He beckoned you to come forward as you looked at the Polaroid for the last time.

You suddenly started make slow steps to him. You looked down and tried to stop your feet but whatever was making them walk on their own was good strong.

Looking up you saw him again smiling innocently and still beckoning you to come closer.

“What’s your name?” You asked in the dark still walking towards him. You desperately wanted to stop.

He smiled and tilted his head “It’s Jake, it’s so finally nice to my lovely Y/n, I’m so happy you found my picture.”

Chill ran through out your body. How did he know your name? You haven’t seen him anywhere this is the first time you’re physically seeing him and not hallucinating. You’d don’t realized you stopped walking.

Looking at him in horror even more, his innocent smile turned into a sinister frown.

“Why did we stop walking?” You were dying to see me all this time and now the opportunity is here and you decided to stop?” He said shaking is head in disappointment.

Something felt way off than it did. Your conscious is telling you to turn around. You weren’t even near the curb to step into the street.

This time you believed your gut and turned around (because hell no) but only to be stopped by his voice calling out your name.

“Y/n,” he said voice smooth like honey. “You’re making a big mistake, come let’s finally meet.”

And just like that you forgot all about how he knew your name, how he somehow feels evil.

You continue to slowly walk looking into he soft eyes and sweet smile. Now seeing him, he is ethereal, Jake is-

Suddenly headlights and a car horn cut you out of your trance as you looked in the direction of the car and before you could even react you saw black.

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Jake chuckled slowly, and darkly as he saw everything unfold. From you getting hit by the car, to the driver rushing out and checking to see if you were alive but realized you weren’t. Looking around to see if anyone saw, before getting into their car and speeding off. They couldn’t see Jake but Jake could see them.

He walked towards your body and pouted at how you look. As if he didn’t cause it, as if he didn’t want that to happen ever since the Polaroid landed specifically on your desk. It finally took place. Sighing like he cared, he took the Polaroid out of your lifeless hand and smirked before throwing it up in the wind and watching it fly away..to its next target that he already has in mind.

Jake put his hood up and his hands in his pockets before walking over your body an into the dark night, humming a tune.

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Bre cried hard into her pillow over hearing the news that you’re dead. You’ve been murdered by a what is assumed a “drunk driver.”

A neighbor found your body the next day and immediately called police. The soon arrived to investigate what was going on. They called your mom who then told Bre’s mom which is how Bre found out.

Bre couldn’t believe it as she just saw you YESTERDAY and not you’re gone? No way. She wanted justice for you. There was a knock on Bre’s door.

“Come in.” She hiccuped. It was her mom who gave a small smile, she had a white envelope in her hand as she made her way to Bre.

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Her mom whispered as she hugged her daughter tightly. She kissed the top of her head and handed her the white envelope.”

“What is this?” Bre’s voice cracked as she took it from her moms hand and studied it. It was your handwriting with To Bre written in the middle.

“Apparently while Y/n’s mom was slowly cleaning out their apartment, their mom saw this laying on the dinning room table.” Bre’s mom softly said while staring at her daughter.

As her mom couldn’t take seeing her daughter in pain any longer, she decided to leave give some space for Bre. 

As the bedroom door closed Bre took a deep breath not ready for what’s in the letter you gave her.

Opening it, a Polaroid fell on and onto the carpet faced down.

Confused, Bre picked it up and flipped it around. Her stomach dropped to her throat.

It was Polaroid boy again in the same clothes, same background, same everything but this time instead of holding up two fingers,

He held up three.

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AHHH I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED THIS MORE TO COME!

Tagging: @berryvjakey

Please do not copy my work! Thank you in advance!

#Enhypen #jake sim #Jake sim horror #jake x y/n #jake sim scenarios #enhypen horror #sim jake #enhypen jake #Jake sim images #happy spooky szn #happy spooktober #kpop horror #horror Kpop

[pompla-moosse]

hi, if im not interrupting you with this request, can i have a platonic angst with espio x gn human reader? the reader is a 16 years old (immigrant) whose dad d1ed last night and they have no place to go.(the rest of their relatives are estrangled.)Due to that the reader just wanders around the city //+the story is placed in sonic x

espio the chameleon x gn!human reader

platonic ofc

tysm for the request!! — scenario: right now you’re going through a rough patch in your life, you have no place to stay, and no family is currently in the city.. but suddenly a strange creature appears out of no where?!

⌗ last night has been the worst night of your life. your father died.. thankfully it was peaceful, but now you have nobody. none of your family lives in the city, so you have no where to stay.

⌗ and you couldn’t bare being at home anymore. you decided to pack your most important necessities and wonder the city until you find a place to stay, but sadly youve found nothing.

⌗ as you walk down a long side walk you pass by an alleyway. you walk past it but then you hear a strange noise come from it, you figure it’s a cat or dog.. so you go towards it.

⌗ once you get close enough you realize it’s not a cat or dog- it’s some.. strange animal? it seems hurt, you bend down and tap it once. it quickly turns around, “huh-“ you scream at the sight of its face, but it covers your mouth to not draw any attention.

⌗ “shhh! i’m not going to hurt you.” you nod and sit beside it, “y-you can talk?” — “of course, do you know what planet this is?”

⌗ ah.. of course you encounter some alien.

⌗ “earth.. what exactly are you?” — “the planet mobious, you must be a human, am i correct?” — “yeah.. so, what’s your name?”

⌗ “espio.” — “i’m (Y/N). n-nice to meet you, espio.”

⌗ the two of you sit in silence for a moment, but then espio breaks the silence. “(Y/N), do you happen to have a home i can stay at until i meet with the others?” you were going to say yes, until you remembered. a great amount of sadness dawns on you, you realize that you’re still processing the loss of your father..

⌗ “(Y/N)?” — “huh? oh, sorry. no.. i don’t have a house right now..”

⌗ “w-wait. did you say “others?” there’s more of you?! are y’all invading earth!” — “no..? we came here unwillingly. i’m not sure how just yet..” — “oh.. well, how about we search for your friends right now?”

⌗ he thinks about it for a moment, espio doesn’t want to accidentally put you in danger. he knows eggman is for sure the reason why this happened, but he’s not sure how he did this.

⌗ but on the other hand.. having a human around could be useful, maybe you can help him around this large city, and maybe the others.

⌗ “..sure. but it’ll dangerous.” — “alright!”

#headcanons #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #x reader #fluff #platonic #sonic angst #chaotix detective agency #espio the chameleon #espio x reader #dr eggman #sonic x #angst #pomplamoose

[the-goofy-fangirl]

Christmas with the company

a christmas the hobbit fanfic/headcannons

the company x fem!human or hobbit!reader

thorin x reader if you squint

again could be read gn i think

warnings: fluff/maybe some language but idk haha

again, a possible AU where you’re with the company on the journey over the cold months

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christmas isn’t very widely celebrated by dwarves, but it is with hobbits and humans.

you try to explain to the company why you celebrate (whether it be christianity or just plain tradition) and they don’t get it until you organize a mini christmas party.

on christmas eve you convince thorin to take a day of celebration and set up camp early.

it didn’t take much giving that you were all ahead of schedule and dwarves love a good party

you and bombur made your favorite christmas dishes, you sneaking tastes much to his disapproval.

you reach to dip your finger in the chocolate sauce preparing to dip the peanut butter balls you made but immediately recoil when bombur playfully smacks your hand away.

“hey!” you say in mock-hurt

“no more tastes otherwise there won’t be any left for anyone else!”

“but how will we know it tastes good?” you argue, trying to keep your face straight but your smiling eyes betraying you.

fili and kili glancing at each other mischievously when you tell them about mistletoe. you can see a plan forming in their heads.

“no. nonononono. i know what you’re thinking. stop it. right now.” you say, realizing your mistake.

“cant i look at my brother?” kili says innocently

“no. not you two. why on earth did i tell you this?” you groan, mock-exasperatedly holding your head in your hands.

“no one is safe now!” bilbo laughed.

again. trying to explain santa clause to them.

“you’re telling me this jolly fat man in a red suit stalks you for a year, judging you, then breaks into your house to give you a gift and eat your food?!” bofur says in disbelief.

“well when you put it like that…”

telling balin your favorite christmas stories, and the rest of the company listening in to the magical tales.

teaching the company christmas carols by the fireplace

giving the company christmas gifts that you’ve made for them

“i- i never got you anything,” thorin stuttered, much to your surprise (he’s usually very collected) touched and in awe of your crafts-person-ship (???)

“it’s alright!” you laugh. “it’s a gift. no strings attached. both literally and figuratively.”

WARNING FOR EXTREME CHRISTMAS FLUFF AHEAD. THIS IS FROM MY SCRIPTS IN AN AU WHERE SANTA IS REAL (don’t judge, blame my inner child.)

you’re on watch and it’s probably midnight. the rest of the company is asleep. the stars shine. you’re not used to them being so bright, with being from an area where there’s quite a bit of light pollution.

you hear a jingle above you, startling you out of your peaceful state. what the hell?!?!

it’s only for a second but you swear you see it. it’s the silhouette of a sleigh zooming across the sky. the air leaves your lungs as you realize what your eyes and ears don’t believe you witnessed. your heart swells with joy when you find yourself in the moment of peace.

merry christmas!!

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oh my god that ending was so sappy.

tell me how y’all liked it! requests opened for limited time. comment for pt two!

remember plz don’t steal or translate without permission, if you like it reblog it! 🤍🤍

#the hobbit kili #the hobbit bofur #shifting #shifting community #fiction #christmas #the company of thorin oakenshield #thorin fluff #the company x reader #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit fic #fic #christmas fic #santa #the hobbit fili #the hobbit bilbo #the hobbit balin #the hobbit dwalin #the goofy fangirl

[disaster-daydreams]

See You Later pt. 6

Mammon (Obey Me! Shall We Date?) x GN!reader

See You Later Masterlist

A/N If y’all see any problems with this, grammar, structure, ect, please tell me. I refuse to read this one over right now- it’s too late at night.

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There was no telling time in this place. 

The world was flat and disorienting, like the human was trapped inside a 2-D optical illusion. It was too bright to look around and yet too dim to make out any of the shapes that flashed at the edge of their vision. They had no idea how they had gotten here; in fact, most of their memories seemed just out of reach, and trying to retrieve them made the world around them become intensely saturated, so much so that it caused pain to radiate through their entire body.

It had been weeks, months, years since they had been here, or maybe it was just minutes, hours maybe, but the constant movement of the world around them and the suffocating emptiness made it feel like longer. They couldn’t even use their breathing to measure time- their rib cage felt as if it was glued shut, their diaphragm refusing to cooperate. They couldn’t tell if they could blink or not- if they could, then it did nothing. They were frozen in time, a solitary statue in this ever-shifting, torturous place they found themselves in.

Satan was a liar, they thought, finally grasping at something long enough to connect a sentence together, and suddenly they could breathe and blink and move, but it didn’t matter because they realized that they were falling and if they hit the ground at the speed they were going it would kill them-

-a memory, now. Or a dream. It started within them but then they were there, in the open space of the attic, eye to eye with Belphegor. They watched as his smile turned violent, hands grabbing their neck and cutting off their breathing, and they couldn’t remember how they had been not breathing because this burned-

-and it stopped. Their body was numb, a tingling warmth spreading from their chest. It took a moment to recognize that it was blood, coming from - somewhere - on their body, they couldn’t bring themself to focus long enough to care where. And then their name, ripped from the throat of an obviously panicked Mammon who slammed himself onto the ground beside them. The human attempted to chastise him, that his knees would definitely hurt the next day, but it didn’t make it past their thoughts, because they felt Mammon’s tears fall on their face and oh god, they didn’t want to die. 

Up until then, it had been peaceful- a blissful drifting, like falling asleep in a warm patch of sunlight. But seeing Mammon's face - his panicked eyes darting away and back, hands hovering without knowing where to go - it was like ice water in their veins. They desperately heaved, trying to bring air into their lungs. 

It took Mammon finally touching them, lifting their head to his chest to hug them, just as he had once before, for the human to finally draw in a ragged breath. They brought their hands up to wrap around the demon, the soreness in their limbs slowly dissipating as if it had never been there in the first place. They sat breathing, just trying to stay calm, for a minute (thank goodness time made sense now) before they realized that their surroundings had faded. 

The world had shifted back to that confusing kaleidoscope of colors they couldn't make sense of, but now it was… well, not alright, but tolerable. They pulled back, letting their hands slip into Mammon's. There had been other visions like this, of course, that they remembered now. Lucifer, towering over them, while Beel wrapped himself protectively around Luke behind them. Levi, lunging at their throat in a fit of blind rage, and watching Mammon slip. Feet pounding cobblestone floors as the gigantic snake closed in on the group. But never, in any of their memories (because they had been memories- each one happening identically to how it had played out at the time) had anyone stayed. He was the first one to touch them at all, actually- even in the memory of their death, it began just after Belphie threw them. They studied Mammon's hands in theirs, about to ask, before he spoke. 

"I dream about this so often. About not getting there in time. I know it was probably worse for you- for fucks sake, you had to look at your own dead body. But anytime I try to bring it up, I see your eyes, and how dull they were- and I just can't. I've been around a long time, but I've never-" he took a deep breath as his voice wavered, trying to keep from breaking. "I've never been close to anyone like that. After Lilith, I made sure of it. Cause if I went off and got myself killed, who would take care of everybody else? They gotta have someone to blame, ya know, and it's just easier if it's me. Even if it hurts. But look what I did." He yanked his hands out of theirs, standing and running his hands through his hair. He blinked as if he was about to cry. "I- I should have trusted that they would handle things instead of walking into whatever they were doing. And I don't know where I am, and I keep reliving everything wrong I've ever done-" The human stood up, but Mammon's back was to them, so he didn't see. "-even before you came along, I stole and I lied and I cheated-" they stepped up behind him and grabbed his hand. He didn't pull away this time. "-and now I've gotten myself stuck in whatever horrible place this is with a phantom, because I couldn't save the real thing!" The human’s eyes widened as Mammon came to face them. So that was why he hadn't faded.

"I'm not a phantom."

"Yea, sure. Whatever."

A pause, then the human spoke again.

"Would you let me prove it?"

"How in the hell would you do that?" He almost interrupted them, seemingly expecting this reply.

"By showing you a memory that's mine. I have a theory."

He paused now, glancing at them, his eyes unreadable, even for his companion. 

"...fine."

They smiled, trying to find something worthwhile. They settled on something recent, and focused on it, letting it fill their mind, keeping only a portion reserved to remind them that they were just in a memory, nothing could touch them. When they refocused on their surroundings, they found Mammon gawking. They were in the royal library again- a carbon copy of them laying on the ground, with Satan crouching by their feet, reminding them what would happen.

"...completely painless, I think. It's like- " he snapped his fingers, trying to find the word.

"Falling asleep?" The copy finished, trying to be helpful.

"No, more like… ah, being knocked out. Sudden and disorienting. But since you're not going to fall, it's painless!"

"You've never been knocked out before, have you?"

Lucifer sighed, finally joining in from his position leaning on a bookshelf. "I think what you're trying to say is that it is like passing out."

"Whatever." Satan rolled his eyes, then, deciding that wasn't dismissive enough, turned his back to the firstborn. The human's copy chuckled.

Mammon's mouth opened a bit, hit with the realization that this was not his memory. "Wh- how?"

"My theory is," the real human said quietly, "that ritual- er, that's the word I've been using. Ritual, spell, whatever. It has me stuck in my conscious brain. It's why, when I'm focusing on something that isn't in my own brain- think abstract concepts." They paused, seeing Mammon's confusion, and decided to expand. "Uh, stuff like pain, regret, euphoria, warmth. Things that don't have images to go along with them. When I'm focusing on stuff like that, the memory fades." They motion to the scenery, which had begun to blend together like watercolor paints. As they focused outward, it solidified again. "It would also do that if I focused on something, or someone, who wasn't a part of my conscious brain. Satan explained it to me- he called it a tether, a connection to the outside world that could pull me out if I needed."

They sighed, rolling their eyes. "Of course, that meant something had to have gone wrong."

"Wait- wait. Ritual?! What? What did you do?" Mammon sputtered, clearly floundering trying to keep up. "What do you mean something went wrong? I mean, obviously, I found you passed out on the library floor. And tether- what? I'm just as stuck as you are! And I wasn't breifed!" His eyes welled up with tears, confusion and anger boiling up inside. The human could understand- their entrance to this place had been anything but painless, and they would bet money that his had been just as bad. 

"I'll explain once I wake up. Um, well, once we wake up. Just- calm down-"

"Easy for you to say!"

"Mammon!" His mouth snapped shut, surprised at the force behind the word. "I need to know if you know anything. Tell me what happened."

He sighed, blinking away tears. "Fine. Alright, sure." He sounded tired and angry, and some part of the human knew it was their fault. "You wanna know what happened? Let's start where we left off, how about it?"

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See You Later Masterlist

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[rayofsunas]

arguments.

A/n: happy Tuesday everyone! I hope your day is going alright. my week so far has surprisingly been great! let’s hope it stays that way :) anyways, enjoy everyone and stay safe!

Summary: arguments with their s/o.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Zhongli/Reader, Albedo/Reader (all gn)

Warnings: arguments, fluff, angst

Word count: 1.3k

Requested by @fernackerman​

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Xiao

if you and Xiao get into an argument, you best believe it’s over something serious 

they aren’t full-fledged screaming matches tho, he doesn’t wanna waste his energy on that

argument examples: boundaries, personal space, etc. 

he finds his personal space very important

he simply doesn’t engage petty arguments

why? because they’re a waste of time and energy

he can be difficult to deal with, let's be real

he’s blunt, though respectful, but he speaks his mind a lot, most of the time it just happens that way

so if you happen to argue, which surprisingly happens quite a bit because of his bluntness, you’re in for it

he’s not cruel, he’s not mean either, he’s just very, very blunt and DOES NOT CARE

he’s bold let's just say that

I feel like he doesn’t like overly clingy people, so if you happen to be clinging to him like a lost puppy, sorry, he’s going to be irritated and an argument will happen

he enjoys personal space and if you’re hanging all over him, he hates it so much

and trust me, he has a sassy retort for everything

“Quit clinging to me, it’s annoying.” Xiao snapped, pushing you away from him. 

“I’m barely clinging, you’re just bitter.” You huffed in annoyance. 

“Yeah, because you’re hanging off of me like a lost dog. Get off.”

don’t ask him stupid questions either, especially if you already know the answer to them and are trying to be funny, tease or get a rise out of him

he may seem like a fun sponge shh

do you have questions concerning his past? don’t ask... most likely if he hasn’t told you yet, there’s a good reason for it (he might one day)

so pls pls don’t do this, he’ll get all defensive and show you his wrath

“Stop asking so many questions, why do you need to know everything?”

“You’re annoying, I don’t know why I even put up with you...”

of course he doesn’t mean it, he's just upset and feels his privacy is being invaded

rule number one, don’t ask about his past if he hasn’t shown interest in speaking about it

don’t worry though, after arguments, despite his pride, he ALWAYS apologizes

he doesn’t want to lose you

you’re the one great thing in his life, he can’t lose you

he’ll apologize and give you a kith on your cheek muah

fight me I know despite being touch starved, his preferred love language is physical

Zhongli

y’all don’t argue, simple as that

so arguments usually don’t happen tbh

thank goodness

Zhongli is incredibly forgiving and the least argumentative of the three boys

the arguments are never serious (okay not never, but you get what I mean)

they’re usually playful, peaceful, zero malice behind words

“Zhongli, did you drink all the milk and not replace it?”

“So what if I did, dear.”

“I was going to use that to make a cake you brat!”

“Me a brat? You’re acting very bratty right now, dear.”

it’s arguments like these that are entirely playful and don’t leave you both angry at one another or bothered 

he doesn’t like arguing, with anybody!

he likes to keep the peace with his s/o

on the rare, rare, RARE occasion that there’s an argument it usually about your wellbeing

“I told you I’m fine! Archons, leave me alone, Zhongli.”

“You’re bleeding! I am trying to help you. Stop being childish.”

“Me childish? You worry about silly things.”

“This is not silly! I don’t want to see you hurt!”

he really, really cares and wants to protect you, so that’s going to be the root of the arguments

you putting yourself in danger really angers him, humans aren’t expendable in his eyes, you’re not expendable 

LISTEN TO HIM

please stop putting yourself in danger Y/n, or else you’re going to face an angry Archon

but even during arguments, he’s not mean at all

the point of the arguments aren’t to belittle you or make you hate him, no

they’re to make you realize that he’s worried about you

a wake-up call, I should say

his intentions are cruel or malicious, you just need to realize that he’s worried about you and that’ll fix everything

it doesn’t take Zhongli a long time to apologize, especially if you’re visibly upset

he’s apologizing immediately

right after the argument, he’s practically bowing at your feet, asking for forgiveness

he really does not want to hurt your feelings, he loves you so much

just listen to him when he has concerns and everything will be good 

Albedo

okay, you two don’t argue a lot, simply because Albedo is not a hostile or angry guy

he’s so gentle pls (how many times do I have to say we gotta protecc him?!?) 

he has no reason to argue with you, none at all

but arguing is normal, a healthy part of relationships he says, despite the obvious

the arguments happen when he’s usually stressed, other than that they don’t happen

so, you only argue if you touch something of his that he doesn’t want you to OR question his thinking and try to persuade him into believing a theory of your own

one, his lab is a complete mess, so yeah the thought is nice when you attempt to clean it yourself and the first few times he accepts it

a clean space is better than working in a messy and shrewd one

but if you constantly keep misplacing things and cleaning the area to the point where he can’t find or reach something, he’s going to be mad

“I’m not mad, but it really bothers me when you misplace my stuff.”

“You sound mad...And I’m sorry, I was just helping.”

“Well don’t.”

ummmm... just say you’re mad sir lmao

his anger is a different type of anger... he can be very passive-aggressive during arguments

he doesn’t want to make a big deal, but he’s going to show and let you know somehow that he’s bothered

two, don’t try to persuade his thinking or tell him his findings are incorrect/not valid

he despises this so much

nothing in the world is set in stone, science doesn’t have rules, unless it relates to equations

he’s not a puppet so don’t try to make him believe in what you do 

he may agree, but if he doesn’t don’t force it, he won’t like the idea of feeling like you’re trying to box him into a single thought

pls don’t do this, even if you mean well, don’t

and trust me when I say this, he prefers a s/o who questions his findings 

he WANTS you to be engaged with what he does, or else this will never work

so he enjoys that you question his findings and bring a better understanding to the table, possible other equations and even broaden his thinking

but he hates when you try to tell belittle his thinking/research and state you know something better than he does

that may be the case, but don’t lmao

of course you’d never do it on purpose, Archons no

“I really don’t think this is correct.” You said.

“There are no limitations to my research.”

“Yes but-”

“You sound like a know-it-all, did you forget I’ve studied this for years?”

yeah, end of the day, don’t touch his stuff, don’t try to be a puppet master or control him

but even then, you two don’t argue unless he’s very, very stressed

he works the hardest to apologize

he hates the idea of going to bed beside one another, and there being “bad blood”

he’s going to do whatever it takes to show his sincerity when he apologizes

because although this is not an excuse, his snappiness is majority of the time due to stress and that will be the only time he lets anger control his thinking 

2.23.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #xiao #xiao x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #albedo #albedo x reader

[denkineptune]

mha date headcanons- boys and girls :))

♡ request: “i love ur blog already, ur writing is so good!!! im so excited to see the content u’ll be posting !! :D since ur taking requests, how abt some date headcanons for the mha boys (or girls if u want!) ?” - @dianangels​ 

♡ thank you for letting me write girls aaa i chose to do some as first date hc. it was kinda hard to keep jirou’s gn because i wanted to reference wlw stereotypes but i succeeded in gender-neutral because i want everyone to be able to enjoy

♡ dedicating part of this to @anxious-botanist​ because she’s the one who inspired the momo cuddles hehe sorry it took so long

♡ fic details: headcanons, fluff, gender-neutral reader, 2nd pov

characters: kaminari, amajiki, jirou, ashido, yaoyorozu

kaminari- arcade

↠AR C ADE   DA T  E

↠you hear me??? arcade!! date!! ideal man, right here, someone claim him immediately or else i will be forced to take ownership

↠he’s super laid back and chill, pretty childish at heart. he only means the best, though, so i think an arcade is exactly what he would go for when taking you on a date! he doesn’t have a lot of money but still wants you to go home with something to remember the date by

↠he buys like $50 worth of tokens and splits it between the two of you, making sure that he tells you which games give the most tickets, because he’s definitely been here enough times to remember

↠his favorite game is either crossy roads or the big bass wheel- he loves crossy roads because of how cute the style is, but also there is impending stress and levels of  d o o m  as you progress further. big bass wheel is basically just gambling, and i think he’s yumeko jabami.

↠he hacks games to make you win sometimes,, his quirk is bascially designed to do this. it’s like he was born just to take you out on this arcade date. he uses his quirk to short circuit the game and trick the computer into giving you hundreds of tickets

↠he just wants to make you happy and see you smile!! there’s not a feeling quite like succeeding at something as silly as an arcade game, but there’s a certain pride to it that he loves seeing on your face. 

↠kaminari only does it a few times, since he knows that you should be earning your prizes ((not that you know when he does it, he’s really cheeky about it))

↠playyyy multiplayers with him! he loves DDR (dance dance revolution)- you do multiple rounds and are equally exhausted by the end of it akdflad you may not be good, and tbh neither is denki, but you still have fun, which is what matters

↠he also loves taking photobooth pictures, he puts on the most horrendous filters and does the dumbest poses, but it’s so adorable. he does the typical one smile, one “serious”, one silly face, one kith > <

↠kami gets cocky,,, it’s just how he is,, he gets overly confident whether or not he’s been on a winstreak

“heyy, y/n! look at my speedrun on this, i’m getting so many tickets, i’ll be able to get a house by the end of it!”

↠and then he CAN’T because he doesn’t get the jackpot eghgdhgeh

↠by the end of the day, you’ve spent hours at the arcade, laughing and screaming with denki as you terrorize the small children. yes, he’s that kind of guy

↠by “terrorize”, i don’t mean like a bully, but he’s unintentionally intimidating kids with his pockets overflowing with ticket chains, a crazed look on his face as he goes absolutely ham on the shooting games

↠there’s electricity coming off of him, kids sometimes have to dodge it when passing by

↠so anyways, by the end of the date, you’re basically being kicked out of the arcade, because, as kami puts it,

“we were here when it opened and i’ll be damned if we’re not here when it closes,”

↠between the two of you, you’ve aquired tens of thousands of tickets??? the employees probably hate y’all, they had to count those beasts of ticket rolls you’ve accumulated during the 10 hours the arcade was open

↠exactly 62,069 tickets (69 go brrr- kaminari’s brain), and you can basically buy the arcade with that currency

↠but here’s the thing: he lets you spend all of it. you heard me, all. of. it. he just wants to see you happy, and the best way he can think of to get a final glorious memory of your smile is to let you spend the tickets as you see fit, this generosity just to see you glowing as you walk out of the building, arms chock full of amazing junk

↠but of course, you’d feel bad if you spent all of it, especially since he was the one who took you out, so you offered him the half of the tickets that were won

“denki, you won most of these with your amAzINg gaming skills, it’s only fair you get to have something too,”

“my prize will be seeing you- your- your-- aw fuck, i forgot the line, it’ll come back to me, just give me a minute.”

↠he tried to be smooth and it failed, but you chuckled at the attempt, so all around, he considered it a success

↠denki gets a lot of dumb things that will probably end up being thrown away soon, but he also gets you a very soft bat stuffed animal that you should treasure and keep forever 

amajiki- a walk and picnic in a japanese garden

↠tamaki is very shy, very socially anxious. he’s the kind to wait for people to leave a section of a store before he goes there, purposely do his errands in the early morning to limit social interaction, and find any excuse to leave a situation. which, tbh, isn’t that all of us?

↠let’s be honest here, if it wasn’t y’alls first date, he’d probably not go anywhere. as long as he’s with you, he doesn’t really care for anything too fancy

↠but he’s convinced himself that he needs to do something reasonably big for your first date to make sure you don’t regret your decision to go out with him. so instead of deciding to stay in, he goes somewhere that’s only slightly anxious for him, but where he still feels comfortable

↠so he’s decided on a japanese tsukiyama garden! these places are beautiful by design, not cheap but not too expensive, and people are obligated by rules to be quiet and keep their hands to themselves

↠nobody goes to a garden to socialize, in fact, i’d argue most people go just to look around, rest, and clear their heads. there’s usually not any screaming children, no quirk usage, no villains, it’s a little safe haven. 

↠bonus: there’s butterflies :))

↠it’s so peaceful, and he gets to focus on you instead of whatever loud noise is making him anxious

↠he brings a picnic basket filled with all your favorite foods, and his! he makes a show out of displaying what he can manifest with different snacks, making a point to eat edible seeds so he can produce flowers for you 🥺🥺🥺

↠you walk around the garden for a few hours, marveling at the decor and how well-maintained everything is. there’s a koi pond, hanging wisteria trees, and multiple gazebos that create a really comfortable and calm environment

↠speaking of koi ponds, amajiki offers to buy you food so you can feed the fish! you stand on a bridge above the pond, sharing the container with him. the sMILE on his face when he watches you throw the food is so pure i’m-

↠he’s the walking embodiment of “uwu”- his face is so calm and his eyes are shining and he can feel his heart swelling with love i am GOING to cry my eyes out 

↠but honestly, he wishes he could stay in this moment forever- you’re happy, he’s happy, and it feels like you two are the only people in the universe. right now, he doesn’t have to worry about school, villain attacks, his future, or anything that makes him anxious; all that he can see right now is how beautiful and at peace you look. he took you out today, and you’re enjoying yourself. this is one of the few things that makes him confident: knowing that he’s able to make you happy

↠tamaki is silently celebrating; you’ve had a good time and he didn’t freak out, so it’s the best possible scenario!

ashido- rollerskating! ((look at her she’s adorable the smile n the eyes aaa))

↠mina is a very energetic and bubbly person, its quite obvious if you’ve spent any amount of time around her

↠for your first date with her, she’d already have a location in mind!!

↠the atmosphere of rollerskating rinks is so electric, she can’t help but feel happy there, and she wants to experience that lovely feeling with you, too :))

↠you enter the rink, and mina is already borderline bouncing off the walls alskdfj

↠whether or not you’ve ever skated before, ashido is super cautious with you- multiple times she’s fallen on her butt while learning how to skate, so unless you’re a pro, she’s watching your every move to make sure you don’t get hurt

“y/n! please be careful- you’re not getting hurt on my watch!”

↠she jabs a thumb in her direction proudly, with the cutest bigass grin on her face awh 🥺🥺🥺she’s really enthusiastic about sharing one of her passions with you

“try to balance, alright? don’t put too much weight on your heel or toes, because then you’ll fall on your butt. here, take my hand and i’ll help you! hey, there you go, you’re doing great!”

↠she pays for everything and will WRESTLE you if you try to disagree aldkfa if you’re the type of person to pay for everything as well, y’all are going to have to fight; mina will not give up

↠ashido comes here a lot, so she’s friendly with all the employees, she has the uncanny ability to make friends wherever she goes ((i mean she’s friends with bakugou,, if she can do that,, she can do anything))

↠she takes one of your hands and backs onto the rink, watching for anyone behind her. once you’re balanced properly, she shows you how to move your feet so that the two of you are in sync

↠skating isn’t super hard to figure out, it’s mostly intuitive, so you’ll get the hang of it quite quickly!! maybe you’re not too fast, but it’s still fun, so it doesn’t matter

↠while you’re moving with care, making sure to focus on your footwork, mina will definitely take the chance to show off her skating skills! she’s moving like crazy, weaving around other people and nearly toppling them over but shh she’s trying to impress you and if i’m being honest??? she’s really fucking good aldkdf 

↠it’s obvious that she loves this hobby, and the fact that she likes you enough to share it with you on your first date is so adorable aaaa

↠mina’s really agile- you don’t know if that’s all the hero training or just something that comes naturally, but the way she moves makes skating look like the easiest goddamn thing in the world-

↠she’s such a romantic, she’s definitely put in a request for the dj to play your favorite song, no matter if it fits the mood or not

↠heavy rock? sure!! as long as you’re having fun, who cares about what other people think? super vulgar rap?? w h y  n o t ? !

↠she just has that extroverted, positive, charming energy that’s infectious

↠you can’t help but feel at ease around her, she’s a genuinely a great person, and what you think the epitome of a hero is

↠all ashido really wants here is to have fun with you- i mean she really likes you, and hopes that she’ll get to go on another date w/ you, so she’s doing everything in her power to woo u

↠and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working 🥺👉👈

jirou- hanging out in her room

↠kyouka jirou, being the more introverted person she is, wouldn’t really want to go somewhere super public, like mina would

↠i also believe that she’d want to be friends (or at least acquaintances) with you before asking you on a date- she’s easily annoyed by people, so i think that she’d need to be comfortable around you if she was to be romantically interested 

↠and you’ve ticked all these boxes! you understand her sarcastic, blunt personality, and find it pretty amusing. beyond all that, she’s kind and caring, and deep down, she aspires to be a hero for all the right reasons. who wouldn’t love her for that?

↠so for your first date with kyouka, i think she’d want to be somewhere quiet and intimate with you. she wouldn’t want any interruptions ((specifically from jammingyay, who enjoys butting his head in other peoples’ business))

↠the most comfortable place for her would be her room, since it’s really just an extension of her personality, and since you’re quite close, she’d be okay with letting you in her private space. she trusts you.

↠just two guys bein dudes 🤠 ((if you’re a girl, it’s just sappho and her friend--))

↠music is one of the biggest things in jirou’s life, and i think she’d want to share it with you. that is, if you’d let her :)) she has dozens of different instruments, so if you want to attempt to learn something, she’d be totally down!! 

↠please show her what kind of music you’re into! no matter what it is, she’ll listen to it. she wants to get to know what kind of person you are when you’re not around other people, and music is a great way to do that. even if you don’t have the same taste as her, she wouldn’t mind, since a) she’ll listen to pretty much anything, she’s not picky; and b) it’s something that you’re showing her, and that’s enough to make her happy

↠she’s not a very formal person, so i think she’d just want to talk to you and hang out. i’d think kyouka would be more of a fan of a gradual relationship, one that starts from friends and slowly evolves into more. and yes, as you can probably tell, i am a sucker for mutual pining and friends-to-lovers tropes-- im a simple hoe 😌

↠she’s super fun to hang out with!! her sense of humor is really snarky, she also enjoys talking shit about people she doesn’t like. if you’re not into that, she’s able to carry on conversation really well. there’s not a moment of awkward silence between you

↠jirou actually really likes talking shit about people hsahsh- as long as it’s someone that’s been mean in some way. she won’t say anything bad about someone who hasn’t done anything to deserve it. but if you’ve wronged her in some way, boy, do you have it COMING

↠by the end of it, i just know your cheeks hurt from laughing 

↠she’s just a really fun person to be around, she may not be the most bubbly person ever, but she’s super easy-going and cool ((jirou bias incoming ekejke))

↠i do think she’d try to sneak some kind of affection if she thinks you’d reciprocate- if you’re really getting along well, she might snake her hand into yours when you’re sitting on the bed, laughing

↠honestly you might not even notice until she stops, because your hand feels empty and cold without her like your heart aa

↠if she’s really into you?? might get a smol peck on the cheek 👉👈 please try to get a smol peck on the cheek, it’s very cute and she gets so flustered

↠she goes up to you as you’re about to leave her room, grabs your shoulder, turns you around, and gives you an adorable if not slightly aggressive smooch

↠then she reFUSES to acknowledge what she just did akdfld- she turns away, beet red, and is completely silent

↠meanwhile you’re probably laughing your ass off because wow she’s so cute

↠kudos if you give one back to her, baby is on the verge of exploding ejkdjf 

↠her heart just can’t handle what you’re doing to her

↠and despite what her appearance is, her heart is doing backflips- she’s whipped <33

momo: tea and c u d d l e s

↠she’s a very fancy person, obviously. yaoyorozu wants only the best for everyone she loves, and that, of course, includes you! she loves showing affection through giving things to others. her family status only magnifies this aspect of her personality, as being born into wealth gives her the means to spoil you rotten

↠and even though she’s bougie as all hell, she also somehow maintains an elegant and simple air about her. it’s impressive, really. it’s not like she tries to flex her money, it’s just a part of her life, and she enjoys using her privilege well

↠that being said, what’s more elegant and mature than going for tea? it’s a lovely pastime that momo would love to include you in! 

↠lowkey,, she’s a whole sugar momma dfkdjla im not even joking- she doesn’t try to be, but virtually everything she does shows how rich she is

↠you arrive at the tea room, and by god is it fancy. there’s multiple chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, which is decorated with classic renaissance-style paintings. all the tables are set with white cloth, plates made of pure fine china, flowers and woven baskets set everywhere to create a cottagecore-like setting. the air about it is so sophisticated, from the patrons (wait is that a celebrity-) to the decorations

↠your face is kinda just,,, 😮,, because what in the world did momo get you into??

“momo, you’re so sweet, and this place is lovely, but don’t you think this is a bit much? not that i don’t absolutely appreciate it, it’s just that this seems really expensive, and i don’t want you to have to spend that much for just one date.”

↠she just chuckles, saying that it was “really nothing” (???? MISS GIRL???)

“don’t worry, y/n, this isn’t too much! i want to have fun today, and this place is so nice! let’s just find a table, alright?”

↠like, hunney, you’re so kind, but this is a LOT

↠but if you say so....

↠she looks at you with the most enthusiastic, wholesome eyes, and soon you’re following her like a puppy towards your table. the waiter sits you down, and leaves, giving you a moment to glaze over the menu to find a drink

↠and there’s so many types of teas, at least 30 on this page alone. you hadn’t even heard of half of these drinks, how would you know if you’d like them?

↠yaomomo seemed to notice your puzzlement, and said that you could get a pot of something simple, like jasmine green or earl grey, and she would get something fancier that you could try. why not?

↠a few minutes later, you’ve already adjusted to the sophisticated and intimidating environment, focusing only on the girl across from you, and how her eyes glittered with happiness

↠she orders a few normal tea foods, like scones with jam, lemon curd, and devonshire cream, and finger sandwiches. the fanciest thing she buys, though, is a blooming tea that arrives in a clear pot. it has an open flower inside of it, which is what the tea is infused with. it’s nearly 16,100 yen for one pot, though, and while you protest its expense, momo reassures you that it’s no problem (you just learned not to say anything about money, as it wouldn’t stop yaoyorozu from spoiling you)

↠ngl, it’s so fun to pretend to be fancy for a few hours at a tea room !! you acted as if you were a member of high society, using stereotypes to exaggerate your actions. it made some people only slightly irritated, but hey, it got a laugh out of a pretty girl, so who’s the real winner? 

↠yaomomo taught you some classy etiquette that you should definitely use, it makes her so happy to think that you’re learning about new things while still enjoying your time with her

↠she makes really good conversation!! her intellect seeps through everything she says, anyone who talks to her would be able to tell that she’s extremely well-spoken and mature. momo is modest, and deflects a lot of the compliments you try to give her, so if you try to display your admiration for her, you’d probably need to be very specific about it. she doesn’t have the best self-image when it comes to her heroism and field work. spoken affection sometimes doesn’t get through to her, but you know what does? physical affection!

↠she loves cuddles, and will regularly take you back to her house after a date to cuddle in her bed. her mattress is legendary, and it’s comfortable as hell. there’s an abundance of pillows and the bed isn’t too soft or too firm, and it’s always somehow an amazing temperature???? mattresses are investments, and this was definitely a good one

↠momo loves the intimacy and trust of holding you, it allows her to escape from overthinking and only focus on you, her beautiful partner. she doesn’t care if she’s the big or little spoon, but her favorite kind of cuddling is when you’re on your back and she’s curled into your side, head tucked under your chin and hand on your chest

↠she can do this for hours, please let her. she feels safe with you, confident, because you’re choosing to spend time with her in this quiet moment instead of being off somewhere else.

↠in conclusion,,, 💕women 💕

-denkineptune

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[fictiffelix]

Night-time Rituals

*Y’all remember how in chapter 6 Felix says something like ‘I should have invited you into my bed ages ago’ or whatever. Well guys. What if he had. It’s just fluff. Just a lot of fluff. Takes around chapter 2-3, before Felix gets arrested, gn reader but I do use the word ‘dude’ a lot so that might ruin the immersion for some folks*

“Felix? You’re still up?” 

The candles in the library are still lit, illuminating piles of books. On top of some are scattered notes and pouches of spell components, and more than a few empty mugs. In the middle of it all sits Felix, bent over an ancient tome. He looks up as you enter, jumping a little. 

“Ah! Dear barista.” Felix looks up from his book.You stare blankly at each other for a few seconds. “I apologize, what were you asking?”

“It’s like 3am dude, why aren’t you asleep?”

You’d gone to bed a few hours before, after you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph for the fourth time. You hadn’t been able to sleep, much to your annoyance. You had planned to make yourself some tea and go back to bed, but you really weren’t that thirsty, and talking to Felix sounded better than going back to an unfamiliar room.

“I'm afraid the hours escaped me, I was too engrossed in my studies." Felix stretches from his chair, and his joints crackle like wet wood. 

"You should, like, rest," you say, sitting on the floor. 

"I blame the tea you so kindly brewed me, it was rather strong."

"That was caffeinated?!"

"I don't know what that means"

"I- Never mind,” You sigh deeply, rubbing your eyes, “I don’t really know what it means either. You should get some sleep though."

Felix smiles softly, easing off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. You'd only known him a few months, but instantly recognize the warning signs of a dramatic monologue.

"Dear barista, though I appreciate your concern it is entirely misplaced. Through years of devoted academia and my own predilections I am naturally nocturnal, and often think of sleep only when the sun-"

"Felix I'm gonna stop you there." Normally you wouldn't be so bold, but you were so tired your head was beginning to hurt, "I have seen you napping. You're always exhausted dude and it isn't healthy.” 

Felix starts to protest, but you continue. 

“Don't get me wrong, it's adorable and I love any excuse to take a break from studying, but you look so tired. And I am so tired. And the only way I am sleeping tonight is if I know you're also getting some rest."

Felix blushed a bit during that last part, but quickly covers it with a cough. 

"Pardon my bluntness, but I fear the only way I could sleep now is if you were to pin me to the bed yourself."

You stared at each other for a second, letting his words sink in. Felix's face turns a bright red, and he immediately started stammering some apology. In that instant you made a choice, which is generally a bad thing to do when you're so tired you don't remember what day it is.

"I'm down," You say. 

"What."

"I said I'm down. Let's go to bed." 

Felix starts to protest, but stops when you yawn loudly. 

"Alright, just a minute." He says, closing his book.

Felix’s room is just as tidy as you would expect, that is to say, not at all. The bed is mostly cleared though, and you flop down face-first across the foot of it before you can process anything else. 

You hear Felix taking off his shoes and vest, and going through the rest of his nightly routine as you marvel at how soft his sheets are. Eventually, the mattress moves as he sits next to you.

“Are you asleep?" He whispers, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. It takes a few tries, but you manage to mumble

"I'm 'wake"

Felix leans back, slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Ah, indeed. Might it be more comfortable under the covers?" He says, moving to the head of the bed. 

"-Really soft covers," you mumble, shifting slightly.

"What was that?"

"Mmph." 

Against all odds, you maneuver yourself under the blankets and next to Felix. You look over at him, sitting somewhat awkwardly in a light pajama shirt and loose pants. The ends of his hair glow golden in the candlelight, and you feel… something. You’re too tired to figure out emotions right now. Instead, you roll onto your side and shut your eyes tight.

After a few minutes, or possibly hours, you wake to see Felix still sitting next to you, reading a much smaller book than the ones you left in the library. The cover shows a man with glistening biceps standing shirtless on the edge of a cliff. Felix’s hand obscures the title, but you’re pretty sure one of the words is ‘Desire’.

"You're supposed to be sleeping." You say in a hoarse whisper. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but he doesn't stop reading. 

"I told you, I'm not tired. Besides, you're sleeping well enough for the both of us." 

"What're you reading?" You shift closer to him, trying to look at the page.

"Ah. Nothing important," Felix quickly sets the book on his nightstand, but not before marking the page he was on. "You still sound exhausted, don't rouse yourself prematurely on my account."

"I don't know what that means" you say, curling back up in the blankets. It's gotten colder than when you first lay down, and you snuggle closer to Felix's side to get warm again. You drift off quickly after that, but you’re pretty sure you heard Felix blow out the candle.

When you wake up again it's morning, blinking against the first hints of sunrise trickling through the curtains. It feels so warm and comfortable that you don't dare move. 

At some point in the night you ended up curled around Felix, your head resting on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. You can feel his even breathing beneath you, and one of his hands is curled in your hair. His hand twitches in his sleep, and he pulls you closer before sighing deeply. Felix looks so peaceful like this, and his hair looks so incredibly soft. You definitely have some type of feelings. But that’s something you can deal with after coffee, and at the moment you are happy to close your eyes and dream a few moments more.

#it took so long. But i am done #fictif #fictif felix #last legacy #felix escellun #felix x reader #felix escellun x reader #I had to edit this so much cause I kept just roasting felix #I love him but my natural writing style is mean

[klvbxlove]

endearing (yu & kanji x gn! reader)

a/n: so, thanks to my cousins who’ve been talking about it often in our groupchat, i’ve gotten hella obsessed with the anime, “persona 4: the animation″! i frickin’ love yu and kanji; they’re my new anime husbandos LOL. anyways, i know i mainly write for iida (BNHA), but i figured i’d give this a try ‘cause why not? (and besides, i wanted to express my love for yu and kanji and maybe feed some simps LMAO). i should also point out that because this is my first time writing for persona 4, the characters might be OOC; i apologize :( but regardless, i hope y’all will like it! 

(this GIF is so cute, omfg. also, LOOK AT KANJI’S ARMS OH MY GOD. SIR, PLEASE HUG ME WITH THOSE ARMS DAMMIT!!!!)

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): fluff, romance

trigger warning(s): none

summary: yu and kanji find you cute-- no wait, endearing, no matter what, especially when you’re sleeping

word count: 1.3k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(f/a/c) = favorite anime character (h/c) = hair color (y/n) = your name

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   Usually, you would have spent the weekend like any other weekend. Watch anime and eat nothing but your favorite food by yourself.

   And well? You were not by yourself anymore. Instead, you found yourself in your room with your boyfriends, Yu and Kanji. You had your lap on Yu’s lap, feeling his hand stroke your (H/C) hair, as Kanji leaned against the gray-haired male. Both of them were talking about something, but you did not pay much attention to it.

   In all honesty, you were still in shock that you were able to spend moments like this with them. Well, it was more of you being shocked that you ended up in a poly relationship with the duo in the first place!

   You remembered you had wanted to confess your feelings towards Yu and Kanji, but you could not. For one, you were too much of a coward. Two, you knew both of them would not feel the same way (Yu was extremely popular with the ladies, and Rise did seem to have a bit of a crush on him. Meanwhile, Kanji seemed to be crushing hard on Naoto). And three, you would have difficulty deciding which person to confess. You did not even know if either of them were okay with a poly relationship! 

   But of course, you cannot forget to mention you did not want to make your friendship with them awkward by confessing to them and having them reject you. You could not even imagine yourself hanging around the boys as often if that were to occur!

   Finding out that Yu and Kanji just so happened to feel the same way about you felt like a bit of a dream. Reminiscing to their flustered faces after their confessions (although Kanji was much more flustered than Yu), you swore your jaw almost dropped to the ground (literally). You even almost considered asking Chie to knock you out with her kung-fu moves to wake you up if this was a dream.

   Nope! It turns out it was not a dream at all. 

   And of course, you said yes.

   Whether or not you were exaggerating, you did not care. But that day felt like one of the best days ever in your life. No other day could compare to it. And since that day, you felt lucky to call Kanji and Yu your boyfriends.

   Back to the present, you slowly felt a sense of drowsiness overcome you as your eyes were beginning to close. There something about the feeling of Yu’s hand against any part of your body that easily comforted you, especially whenever he is calming you down from crying. It must have been a feeling of comfort if you could put it that way. It was so comforting that it was already making you feel sleepy. 

   But you know what? No point in trying to fight your eyes back open. Besides, you have been tired the whole day.  And the position you were in was also comfortable.

-

   “Hey, do you think they would like this?” Kanji turned around towards Yu, holding up a handmade plush he had finished. It was supposed to replicate one of your favorite anime characters. Kanji originally wanted to make it small like his usual plushies. However, he had taken notice of how you preferred the larger ones that you could hug.

   “I saw them watching some anime series the other day and found out they love this character a whole damn lot.” Kanji explained. While Yu noticed how proud he was of his creation, he also noticed some slight jealousy in his tone. The gray-haired male assumed that Kanji felt insecure about seeing their significant other practically squeal over an anime character. Not that you would ever break up with them for that. You would never be disloyal to them for an anime character!

   As Yu’s eyes looked over the plush once again, he smiled softly and reached out to take it from Kanji. “Yeah, it is pretty cute,” he answered, feeling the softness of the creation against his skin. He could already imagine you holding it tightly as if your life depended on it. “Do you wanna give it to them?”

   “I mean, yeah, I was kinda planning to,” Kanji rubbed the back of his neck. Then he looked down at you. “Hey, (Y/N).” 

   No response. Kanji waited a few moments before trying again. “(Y/N)?” he called your name, making his voice a little louder. 

   Yu also attempted to get a response by gently tapping your shoulder. But when you let out a soft snore, both of them realized you had fallen asleep.

   “Okay, well, I guess I can give it to them later, then,” Kanji said, lowering his voice so he would not wake you up.

   “Yeah,” Yu nodded, putting the (F/A/C) plush down. He figured you should sleep on your bed instead. So Yu carefully lifted you into his arms and stood up, carried you in a bridal style, and walked over towards your bed to put you down. He made sure your head was resting on your pillow before he pulled the blanket over your body.

   For a while, your boyfriends watched you (non creepily!) as your chest rose up and down from your breathing. For the most part, you did not move often in your sleep. Although every once in a while, you would make a noise. 

   “You know,” Kanji spoke up amidst the silence; a blush was already covering his cheeks. “I never realized how cute (Y/N) was when they sleep." Then his eyes widened. "N-Not that I’m trying to be a creep or anything!” He began defending himself, like Yu had some suspicions, as he waved his hands. “I’m just saying! I mean--”

   “It’s fine, Kanji,” Yu chuckled, interrupting him. “I understand. I mean, cute is a bit of an understatement. They are quite endearing. And not just during their sleep.”

   More moments of the boys watching you passed. At this point, Kanji was developing the urge to climb into bed with you and hold you close against his chest in an attempt to cuddle you. Meanwhile, Yu felt a pang at his heart due to the sight in your peaceful form.

   It seems like you had that effect on your boyfriends. And you did not even know it.

   “Should we...leave or something?” Kanji leaned over towards Yu and whispered. “I dunno. I think it would be a bit weird if we kept staring at them like this.”

   “Mmm. Kanji, Yu...”

   Said boys averted their eyes towards you. You had your hands reached out, almost as if you were trying to grab something. At first, they were confused (did you want something?), but Yu walked over towards your bed and kneeled in front of you. Out of curiosity, he placed his hands into yours, and you immediately grabbed it, holding it tight as if you were scared he would slip out of your grip. Yu smiled softly again, then turned back. “Or maybe we should cuddle them?" he suggested.

   Kanji knew he must have looked like a tomato, but he did not care at this point (Not like anyone else could see). You being clingy was something that always made his heart race. He could already hear your voice whining their names and saw you pouting with those puppy dog eyes.

   Damn it! You were way too cute-- no, way too ENDEARING for him! He almost could not take it!

   “Alright, I guess we could,” Kanji mumbled. Carefully, he climbed into bed, getting into the position where he could big spoon you and wrap his arms around your waist. Yu did the same thing, except he was facing you. The boys looked at you with loving glances while Yu gently caressed your cheek using his free hand (your grip on his other hand never released).

   “Sleep well, (Y/N),” The gray-haired male whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek before brushing a strand of your (H/C) hair out of your face. After Kanji decided to do the same thing, except he placed a kiss on your neck, they eventually fell asleep with you secured in your arms. 

#persona 4 #persona #persona 4 x reader #persona 4 imagines #persona imagines #kanji tatsumi #yu narukami #fanfiction #persona 4 golden #p4g #yu narukami x reader #kanji tatsumi x reader #various x reader #oneshot #kristin's writings

[rodeoxqueen]

DEVIL MAY GRIND

(I)- Can You Touch This?

Dante/ GN!Reader

Series Summary:  From a surprise rendezvous to a male strip club on your birthday to a private dance, you end up seeing eye-to-eye rather than eye-to-groin with a cowboy stripper named Dante Sparda.

Work Summary: A shy and short homebody celebrating your birthday with friends, you end up somewhere you’d never expect: a male strip club. And what you’d also never expect is a certain red-devil/cowboy stripper to lay his special treatment on you.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Gender-Neutral! Reader, Stripper!AU, Minors Do Not Try It, Wholesome Filth

Rodeo’s Two-Pieces: The rest of the series will likely be gender-neutral until the erotica in which I will include a gender-neutral sex scene.

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club.

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys! That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building.

So when you couldn’t hear your thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face.

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?”

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled-up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills.

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!”

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you.

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin.

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers.

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor.

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot.

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar.

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home.

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence.

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink.

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting.

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled.

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation.

“I’m Dante.”

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled.

“Nice name for a nice person. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded.

“What did you wish for?”

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants.

“With those friends?” He chuckled.

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined.

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself.

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned.

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner.

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face.

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin.

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-” Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room.

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends.

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?”

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased.

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness.

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm.

“Oh lord they’re gonna need a mop after this.”

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic.

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.”

The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across.

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock.

White hair.

“I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat.

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement.

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table.

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked-down muscles.

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted.

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands.

His hands groped his butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare.

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt.

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face.

“Now,” He pointed to the crowd.

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package.

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching.

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word.

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs.

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.”

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight.

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.” He pointed at the DJ.

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back.

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs.

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you.

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts.

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast.

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, good lookin’?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake!

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened.

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked.

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped.

“Take a seat.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended.

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval.

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair.

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him!

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you.

Despite the one-in-a-million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded.

“Okay, Dante.”

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his peak-conditioned skin with your own hands.

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had been this close to anything like those erotic novels.

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?!

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up.

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation.

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her.

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze.

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile.

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him.

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed.

“Just givin’ a smokeshow some lovin’.” He argued.

“No, get off the stage, Dante.”

“Five more minutes?”

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine.

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted.

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases.

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you.

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head.

“Ah! He left his hat!” You exclaimed as you took it from her hands.

“A souvenir.”

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service.

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes.

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at.

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom.

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.”

He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar.

“Hey girlie, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner.

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table.

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either - DS

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest.

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your bag, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club.

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver.

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your bag weighed the heaviest on your mind.

With your keys in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home.

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh.

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular.

#dante x reader #dante sparda #gender neutral reader #devil may grind

[koushisun]

Moment in Time

Where Ushijima was never really yours.

Ushijima x GN!Reader (angst? overall bittersweet i guess)

Word Count: 794

author’s note: this is based on august by Taylor Swift! i hope y’all enjoy this! i lowkey had trouble ending this so i hope it ended up alright haha

The breeze drifts through the cottage, warmed softly by the beams of sunlight shining through the open windows. The salty air, crisp and fresh, pulls you out of your slumber.

Ushijima lay next to you, his face softer than it is when he’s awake. Which you understand— he is a very busy, very important man. He needs to look serious. He needs to be serious. But, you wish you could see this side of him for more than the handful of minutes you manage to steal.

He rustles, flipping to face away from you. Already, you miss the sweet sight of his gentle face.

You slip out of bed, grabbing a cardigan from a nearby chair. Slipping on some shoes, you walk to Ushijima’s quiet figure.

“I think I’m going to go for a walk,” you whisper to him, running your fingers through his hair. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Are you sure?” he mutters to you, his dreams struggling to keep him wrapped up in their warm embrace.

“I’m sure.” You give him a small nod, though you know his drowsy eyes wouldn’t see it. “I’ll make you some food when I get back.” You take one last glance at his peaceful expression, then slip out the door before you change your mind.

-

“Ushijima!”

“Hm?”

“Get in the car! Let’s go for a drive!” You smiled at him brightly, with an intensity he had never seen before. Your face was practically glowing, and he was sure that it wasn't the sunset that gave you that appearance. 

“It’s getting late. Shouldn’t we both just go home?” He looked at you, his eyes not giving away the slightest hint as to how he truly feels.

“We could. But this will be more fun! Come on, Ushi! For me?” You looked at him so softly, you almost looked like you were in love. (And perhaps you were, but Ushijima never took the time to find out.) 

“Ok, sure. Let's go for a drive.”

-

You walk across the sand, shoes in hand, occasionally stopping to let your feet sink into the ground as the waves wash over your toes. You look out at the ocean, admiring the vastness of it all. You could sail forever and still, there would be more ocean to explore.

The idea of forever is so foreign to you. Especially now.

You’ve been lucky to spend the last two weeks with Ushijima, let alone spend forever. There always seems to be another press conference, another game, another practice, another something. There is always something in between the two of you. You guess that’s why you haven’t ever made anything official. Not that he had even returned the confession you gave him so many weeks ago, you think to yourself.

Suddenly, you feel hands resting on your shoulders. Relaxing into the touch, you turn your head slightly, though you don’t need to see him to know who it is. 

“Hi. When did you leave?” Ushijima stands behind you, hands on your shoulders, his forehead resting ever so gently against your head.

“Not too long ago. I was hoping to be back before you were up.” You look back out to the ocean, the sun steadily rising into the purple-pink sky above. 

You pull your phone out, and open up the camera. “Take a picture with me?” Your question comes out almost as a whisper.

“Sure.” 

-

Eventually, you both return to the comfortable cottage. You make breakfast, you lounge in the sun, and you swim in sparkling waters nearby. The days are perfect.

But you know they won’t last. All of this will slip away into a moment in time. Sooner than you’d ever want, the pictures you took will be all that’s left of this trip. Your memories will have to keep you company, instead of the man who currently sits by your side.

But that’s okay. You knew he was never yours. Not yours to keep, and not yours to lose.

-

Months later, a notification pops up on your phone. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi Announces New Relationship!

You knew it wasn't about you. You hadn’t talked to Ushijima since you both returned home.

Losing yourself in your memories, you see the two of you. Tangled in bed sheets in the soft morning light. Laying in the sand, giggling over some silly joke you had told. Sipping cold drinks under an umbrella, staring at the bright blue waters in front of you. You see the gentle touches that you treasure so dearly, ones you no longer have the privilege of receiving.

You may never get to be with him again. But you were with him once. And you suppose that’s all you really need.

A small smile on your face, you delete the notification and continue with your day.

#koushisun writes #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #ushijima fic #ushijima wakatoshi fic

[bosoon-ikmr]

Tumblr has some dope gifs, shoutout to tumblr. This condition is one of my fave, it’s cool to see into your minds and stuff.

I appreciate the good vibes and positive messages that you all write. I know mine are like too wierdly deep and analytical in comparison but I do appreciate the good vibes. A wise man once told me to surround yourself with people who remind you of your best self, don’t repress it. Y’all do that for me so thank.

Today was pretty cool, on Saturdays I drive 45mins to gaithersburg for i.t school, for those of you who aren’t aware. School was chill, it’s about to end in 2 weeks and I’m lowkey not ready to be done yet. But I guess it doesn’t wait for me. Idk sometimes I’m like “I’m young af, I’ll be alright”, then within the next hour I’m the opposite, rushing to “be an adult” or wtv it is. Everytime I start prepping for finals, I try and think about my purpose in school and education.

Awhile ago I read this post on instagram that said “at some point, our goals have changed from passing the exam, to escaping this place. We don’t study because we want to become something, we study because we’re scared we’ll become nothing.” When I read this post it hit me so hard and from that day I decided to try and give meaning to school and my career rather than it being this thing I need to do, into something I want to do. Cuz I know once I meet my requirements I’m out. Cuz the school system sucks man. How you gonna make me pay tuition, to make me pay to park, to make me pay to get access codes, to make me pay to buy supplies and scantrons.

Anyways not trying to attack school, just wanna be done. But at the sametime, nothing is guaranteed after I’m done soooooooooooooooo yuh. But it’s lowkey kinda fun to challenge the system. I think as long as you’re content in your heart with school or your actions or wtv. Then it won’t feel so “heavy”? Idk am I making sense. I think finding your own peace and happiness ultimately comes from you right. Cuz we have to make the most of our days annd we give them meaning. It’s all grayscale until we splash some color on there huh? Anyways lemme end with this quote I found in my notes, idk who made it, I might’ve or not. I have no idea.

Life is like a river you don’t know where it’s going to bend and twist and turn. But what you do know is you, what do you stand for, who are you. When you can answer that, then no matter where the river takes you, you’ll find that you were always where you were meant to be.

Lmao, this is long now sorry gn