#and i had a plan c bit apparently they don't want me so oh well

[yanderu-deredere]

I got a semi hilarious/sad request idea, hear me out. How would Liam, Fujio, Ryouta, and Ryuu react to a darling that rejects them during their confession? Darling is sobbing while she tells them about being confessed to/asked out on dates as a cruel joke. She insists there's no way they'd be interested in a weirdo like her, this has to be another elaborate joke or a lie. The yanderes which impulsively kidnapped darling are going what??? You're handcuffed to the bed and that's what you're worried about? Just how low is your self esteem girl

a/n: honestly this is a whole ass relatable mood LOL i fucking love this so much

hope i understood clearly but i wrote it so that darling rejects them, they kidnap darling, darling has a break down, chaos ensues LMAO i love love love this request so thank you for sending it in!

warning: female pronouns as requested, around 700 words each yandere, mentioned bullying, kidnapping, mentions of knocking reader out

It wasn't enough; stalking you wasn't enough, watching you from far away wasn't enough, all of it wasn't enough. His greed for you was hot, was growing, was finally bubbling over.

He needed you with him immediately, needed to know that you'd belong to him and only him, nobody else.

He would ask you out, would try to approach you as someone normal, someone who happened to want to ask you out on a lovely date.

The thought of a first date with you made him feel warm.

And, if that didn't work out, well, there would always be a plan B, a plan C, plan D. Whatever he needed to do to make you his.

liam arieh ★ profile

Liam laughed at your words, all soft and huffing, before his brain finally processed it all. You had said no to dinner. You had rejected him.

You didn't want to belong to him.

"Wait, what?" That signature cocky smile of his was quickly wiped off of his face, replaced with a look of both confusion and slight irritation.

Not the best approach when it came to you, apparently, because you quickly frowned and curled into yourself a bit "I-I'm sorry, I can't go out with you."

"I don't want to—"

"You don't want to?" His feelings for you seemed to broil in his chest, creating an uncomfortable pressure that he didn't exactly want to acknowledge, much less accept.

Instead of clarifying, you just apologised again and scurried off, probably scared in the face of Liam's anger. Made sense but it didn't make him any less angrier.

He stood there by himself, fists clenching and unclenching beside him.

If you didn't want to, so be it.

When you awoke, you tried to remember exactly what had happened right before you fell asleep.

You were at home and then what?

The gap in your memories worried you enough that, for a while, you just sat there, eyebrows furrowed. Then, you realised, you had your arms tied behind you with a silken something and you were in a room that you didn't recognise.

It was a gorgeous room, well decorated with reds and golds that made it look opulent without being too gaudy. But it was also a room you'd never been in before.

Your heart started thumping wildly in your chest.

You wanted to leave but, unfortunately, your legs were also tied. Specifically, they were tied in a way that made it impossible for you to stretch your them out, much less stand.

Before you could truly panic, a door opened. Your head snapped to that direction and you were relieved to see Liam.

"W-What's going on?" You asked, voice a little small and pathetic. You were relieved to see him but that didn't change the fact that you were a bit too scared and confused.

Liam just gave you an easy smile that would've normally calmed you but, instead, made you even more nervous "Oh, angel, I've taken you here because you've made a grave mistake."

You were only further confused.

So, as Liam approached you, he continued to explain "See, when I asked you to go on a lovely date with me, when I asked you to be mine, you'd replied that you didn't want to."

"Angel, you're not allowed to 'not want to'." He then cupped your cheek when he got close enough, that smile on his face turning more and more into something you couldn't recognise "I wanted to take the easy route, make you mine slowly, over time. But, unfortunately—"

"Wait, wh-when you asked me out... you meant it?" Your eyes watered as you looked up at this man you'd held feelings for "It wasn't—It wasn't a joke?"

Liam's face suddenly fell. That was certainly not the response he'd expected. He wasn't stupid, of course. He knew that kidnapping you wasn't exactly ethical. He'd expected you to fight back or something. Instead, it was this.

"What do you mean a joke?"

You cried more and more until the tears fell, caressing your cheeks "Wh-When—Before—Pe-People used to ask me out as a j-joke. They used to—And I didn't think— I mean, me? Why me? Wh-When you're—You're you!"

Normally, Liam would've preened when met with your praise. However, instead, he felt rather rankled in the face of both your self-effacing comments and the little glimpse of your past.

He moved to cup both your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears "I don't want to fucking hear that from you, hmmm?"

You stiffened a little, expression showing exactly how bewildered you felt. Instead, Liam continued "I love you, my sweet angel. You are the light at the end of this fucked tunnel and I love you enough to forcibly make you mine."

"So, I don't want to hear you saying anything self-deprecating anymore, okay?" He asked in a rather faux nice tone but, before you could even answer, he nodded your head for you.

"Good girl." That easy smile returned to his face but the way he looked at you, eyes dark as his gaze ran up and down your body, was anything but easy "Now, I should free you from your little predicament but why don't I punish you a little first?"

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Fujio didn't even seem put off at all by your words. In fact, he looked like he expected it. Instead of anger, you were met with an unnerving nonchalance. “A’ight.”

And, really truly, he had expected it. He had known since he’d met you that you’d be different than any other woman that he’d met before, and he knew that meant there might be problems with making you his.

First obvious problem: he didn’t exactly know how to make anyone, much less someone like you, his.

He’d always enjoyed the impermanence of one night stands and fuck buddies. He’d never wanted anyone desperately, insistently, like he’d wanted you and it threw him for a rather enjoyable loop.

So, he expected a bit of a road bump and planned accordingly.

“I-I’m really sorry.” You apologised again and, haltingly, you moved towards the door “I-I should probably go…”

Fujio let you go, of course. But only because he knew that you wouldn’t be able to go.

When you tried for the doorknob, you were stopped by one of those chain locks. Your eyebrows furrowed but you reached for the chain lock to undo it. Except, it wouldn’t be undone. Like it was locked in. And there was a second like it a bit further up the door.

“F-Fujio?” You glanced back at him, and he just continued smirking at you.

He took one step towards you “Sorry, forgot to tell ya’. I don’t take no for an answer.”

You pressed your back against the door, eyes darting here and there around Fujio’s rather small apartment in an attempt to find an escape route “I-I don’t understand.”

That was expected too. You wouldn’t understand his obsession over you. No one would, not even himself. He didn’t get why it was you, why it had to be this way. But he gave up on fighting against the feeling a long time ago.

He knew he wanted you, in any and every way he could have you. Not just as a fuck buddy, not just as a girlfriend; he wanted you wholly to belong to him.

So, he just continued approaching you, smirk turning less nonchalant and more predatory “That’s okay. You don’t got’ta understand, baby.”

“You’re taking this joke way too far!” You finally snapped, your anxiety hitting the roof.

That was when Fujio stopped in his tracks, his body only a step away from you. That predatory grin widened into something else, something crazed and unhinged. “Huh?”

Then, his fist slammed onto the door right next to your head, making you flinch “Is that what this is to you? A joke?”

You immediately shook your head, your entire body trembling with nerves “N-No! I-I—I thought that you were j-joking! W-Weren’t you?”

Oh. His broad grin fell into a frown. “Jokin’ ‘bout what?”

“A-About asking me out.” Your gaze suddenly fell to the floor, your face flushed like you were too embarrassed to look Fujio in the eye “P-People do that a lot. Ask me out a-as a joke.”

“I-I mean, makes sense, right? I-I’m me and y-you’re like so out of my league that it’s funny.” You added, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continued to fidget in place.

The fiery anger he had about being treated as a joke was replaced with an even hotter anger for the people that had treated you as a joke.

“Fuck’s sake. Who the fuck cares about their opinion?” Fujio spat the words out like they were bitter, the anger in him still boiling. “My opinion is the only thing that should matter to that pretty little head of yours.”

“And my opinion is that you’re mine. And nobody, not even you, can insult what belongs to me.”

You grew even more flustered by his words. Still, you nodded, happy to figure out that he was so serious about you and that your feelings for him were returned so fiercely.

Fujio chuckled a bit, pressing his body a bit more against yours “Damn, baby, what the fuck? Why are you agreeing to that?”

“Not that I’m complaining.” Fujio quickly added, that grin returning to his lips “I wouldn’t give you a choice anyhow.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

On any normal day, Ryouta’s face was always somewhat emotionless. He’d furrow his brow a little, maybe a corner of his lip would twitch up or down, but, really, they were such small changes that they were almost negligible.

Today, that impassiveness felt more frigid than flat.

“I see.” He nodded easily, voice mostly monotone with a hint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on “Understandable.”

You just frowned at him, both anxious about his reaction and heartbroken that he’d replied so casually “I-I’m really sorry—”

“No, I should be the one to apologise.”

Before you could really ask him to clarify, Ryouta was suddenly pressing something against your face that smelled slightly sweet but artificially so. You jerkily tried to move your head away but, before you could do much else, you were overcome with sleep.

When you woke up, you tried to recall exactly what had happened. You came over to Ryouta’s apartment to hang out, he confessed his feelings to you and then—

You bolted upright, concerned expression on your face as you looked around. You were in Ryouta’s room, laying on his bed. You tried to get up from his bed but, immediately, you were pulled back by your wrist.

You looked down. A thick fur-lined cuff was wrapped around your wrist and attached to the headboard of the bed.

You quickly looked up at the only light source in the room just as Ryouta turned his gamer chair to face you. His computer set up was right in front of his bed but you knew for a fact that it hadn’t been there before.

Instead of the emotionless expression you expected, there was a bit of guiltiness on Ryouta’s face “You’re awake… I’m sorry it had to come to this but you have to understand.”

You only continued to stare at him, confused and bewildered, so he continued “My love for you— It’s much stronger than normal love. I-I know you rejected me yesterday but, I’m sorry to say, I can’t take no for an answer.”

Suddenly, your eyes watered. Ryouta expected this. It would’ve been hard for anyone to accept being cuffed to a bed and kidnapped by someone they’d considered a friend.

“S-So your confession wasn’t a joke?”

Ryouta’s previous calm immediately turned to one of alarm. He had expected the tears, yes, but he hadn’t at all expected your question.

“Of course not.” He immediately answered, noticeable frown clear on his face “Please don’t treat my feelings like a joke.”

Your crying worsened and Ryouta quickly hurried over to you. He stood by the bed, unsure whether or not he had the right to comfort you or if you’d feel uncomfortable being touched by your kidnapper.

“I-I—Before! Before! When people asked me out! Th-They—It was always a joke so I thought—” You practically hiccupped out, your cuff too short to let your one hand wipe away your tears so you used your free hand desperately.

Ryouta scowled and it was something so dark and angry, something so obviously fury personified, that it made you pause. It was definitely the most expressive that he’d ever been in your presence.

He seemed to quickly realise that because he half-turned his body away from you, his hand coming up to cover his face “Sorry, I—”

He sounded like he didn’t exactly know what to say, like he was floundering for a way to respond to the absolutely heartbreaking fact that you’d just given him. Another first, for sure.

Then, he fully turned to you and knelt in front of you, his hands settling on the tops of your thighs, his touch firm but gentle “I love you, darling. I love you to the point of burning.”

“Please take me seriously when I say that there’s nobody I’ve ever loved close to as much as I love you. And, if you don’t think highly of yourself, think highly of me. I chose you to love.” Ryouta then reached up with one hand and wiped away your tears.

His touch was soft, almost fleeting, and it made you want to lean into him and collapse into his arms. Still, you responded with a pathetic little sniffle and an eager nod.

Ryouta made a mental note to talk to you about your unconditional acceptance of him. Though he was glad, there was no way your odd reaction to being kidnapped was normal.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

The bright broad grin on Ryuu’s face didn’t falter at all when you rejected his confession. In fact, it seemed to only widen “Huh?”

You curled into yourself a little, self-conscious in the face Ryuu’s odd reaction “I-I’m sorry—”

Ryuu didn’t understand. The thought seemed to bounce around in his head, unable to really truly settle down where he could process it.

The entire time he’d known you, the entire time he’d loved you, he had thought that you returned his feelings. If not, why did you lean into him so much? Why did you laugh at all his jokes? Why did you treat him so kindly, so warmly and sweetly.

This wasn’t you! You were in love with him too and he knew it! It was why he confessed. He knew you’d return his feelings and then you could be his, just like how he was yours.

“I think—I think you should think about it some more!” Ryuu spoke with a hint of desperation, that grin still broad but definitely turning a tinge forced.

“Actually, I-I think I should go—” You made a small halting wave before turning to leave.

Ryuu’s heart suddenly started galloping a hundred miles an hour, panic settling into his chest. He couldn’t let you leave! He needed to clear up this misunderstanding! He needed to understand why you were lying to him.

Before you knew it, Ryuu's arm was suddenly wrapped around the front of your neck, pressing you close to him. At first, you were just confused. And then, when you started getting lightheaded rather quickly, you started panicking.

“It’s okay! This is all just a miscommunication!” He muttered into your ear, his breath warm against your cheek “We’ll sort this out, you’ll see! The secret to any good relationship is proper communication—”

You couldn’t even respond to him before you promptly fainted.

When you woke up, you recognized the room you were in. It was Ryuu’s living room. You were sitting up on his couch. He had choked you out and you had passed out. You tried to reach up to touch your neck but you couldn’t actually move your arms.

You were tied up. Just your hands. Your feet were free but one of your ankles was cuffed. You couldn’t see exactly where the chain led but you knew it wasn’t very long.

“R-Ryuu?”

You heard thumping and he emerged from the kitchen, spatula in hand and frilly pink apron on over his clothes from earlier. “You’re awake!”

He disappeared into the kitchen again and you heard a bit of scuffling before he came back out, apron gone and spatula put down somewhere.

There was a bright smile on his face as he approached you and sat in front of you on the couch “How are you feeling?”

“U-Uhm, good?” You answered hesitantly before looking around “What exactly is g-going on?”

“You—There was a bit of miscommunication between us so I brought you back to my place for dinner while we talk it out.” Ryuu answered happily “I just don’t understand why you’d reject my confession when I know you love me too.”

You flushed at his blunt words but you couldn’t find it in you to lie and deny them “O-Oh, because—I really want to be with you Ryuu.”

Ryuu’s grin only broadened and you could make out a soft pink flush under the plethora of band aids on his cheeks.

“But—” You continued and his grin faltered “I-I don’t want to accept your joke confession.”

His grin fell into a bewildered expression, his eyebrows furrowing as if you’d said the weirdest thing he’d ever heard “What do you mean joke confession?”

You opened your mouth to answer but he gripped your upper arms and suddenly got way too close to you “My confession isn’t a joke. Don’t say something like that.”

Your eyes watered “B-But I don’t understand. Why would you ask me out?”

“Because I love you.” He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You fell forward, your face burrowed into the crook of his neck “N-No—I—I don’t deserve to be loved. Someone like y-you asking me out—When you’re so out of my league—It’s laughable!”

You couldn’t see it but Ryuu scowled, the expression looking so out of place on his face. Still, despite the anger he felt at your very incorrect words, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“That’s not true at all, baby. I love you with all my heart and I won’t ever let you go. I promise.”

Somehow, you found yourself believing every word.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #drabbles #liam #ryouta #fujio #ryuu #female reader

[just-antithings]

I have had two formidable experiences with my friends being antis.

One was a friend (call them R) within a group of friends that I really liked being around on discord; But they were always the one to throw the first stone at MHA pairings (they're minors oh no!!) and stuff like somnophilia or noncon fics, and of course everyone kind of followed suit. I was the youngest person in this group at the time, everyone was 20+ and I was 19, so I felt like I had to conform at least in this group or they'd turn on me. I tried testing the waters a bit with an age gap ship and got clocked immediately so I dialed it back and said I was just curious and didn't know their age gap.

I start to stray from the group, join a new server that's for dead dove content, make new friends. Two years later I noticed the other server had been deleted and I got a DM from one of my friends there for a new server (call them J), explaining that they had a falling out with R in real life, because apparently R was ABUSING THEM emotionally and psychologically as well as physically (hitting them as a "joke") and so they made a new server without them and had plans to move out. I joined them, it was nostalgic because it had all my old friends in it, but I was still a little nervous.

In a couple 1v1 DMs I realized that they really... didn't seem to care that much about ships in the way that R did. I eventually shared art of an oc/canon pairing that's taboo in the new server and they loved it. J admitted that they were going along with R's ideology out of fear of being hated and everyone else just kind of went with it because of how much XYZ fiction disgusted R and to keep being their friend it "wasn't up for discussion." J is now in a safe place and I'm back in the server with my old friends without having to tip toe around them constantly. It feels good!

The other friend, I'll call K, was my friend for a long long time. We stopped talking for years and then reconnected over the live action One Piece. When I followed their private twitter to share art I noticed they had "proshippers DNI" and decided to just tell them that I'm pro-fiction instead of trying to hide it because It's been years and I'm over pretending to advocate for things I don't agree with. K didn't really like that, because they had irl trauma that I won't go into detail about. We talked about it for a little bit, but I could tell they didn't really want to stay in close contact anymore, which sucked, but we agreed to move on and not expect anything from each other. They said they'll unfollow me but not block me because they didn't have anything against me, they just weren't comfortable with the stuff I liked, and I told them it was okay and to take care. We don't talk anymore, but I have lots of memories with them that I'm happy to have.

Because of these two really different experiences I have a sort of complicated relationship with antis... On one hand, it does NOT surprise me in the least when an anti comes out to have been a horrible person. On the other hand, I try not to expect it anymore? R was an abuser, full stop, but K was just someone who dealt with their trauma by avoiding what they didn't like. Antis who actually avoid content instead of seeking it out always have my respect because they have active boundaries and usually aren't meanspirited.

Sorry for the long post, I wanted to share this with someone and this blog helps me feel less frustrated about everything going on in the state of fandom these days. c':

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#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment #abuse mention #noncon mention

[titlemewickedwonderland]

What Do You Truly Desire? (Desire x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Desire of the Endless is used to getting what They want. It comes with the territory; like a spoilt brat of all eternity. But, what happens when the being who prompts the desires of others finds that They are not so immune to the ways of the heart?

Requested: By my lovely Wonderling @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long to create!

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She was utterly perfect. From the hair of her head that shone like silk in the sunlight to the way her e/c eyes glittered with excitement and mirth. Her smile could light up the room and a presence that made mortal and apparently immortal beings alike yearn to hold close and protect. She just had that effect. So pure, so kind, so utterly fragile in her immortality. She was beautiful; perhaps not in the most modern of ways seen in magazines nowadays but her naturality was a form of beauty on its own no matter how little or a dash of makeup she may wear. No matter what she wore whether baggy clothes that hide her figure or scraps of clothing that made her feel powerful in her femininity. There was just something special, something so bright about her. It made Desire of the Endless sick to Their stomach.

How this particular mortal managed to get in the good graces of not only one but two Endless was beyond Desire's knowledge and They knew practically everything if it had something to do with Their siblings. So when They noticed a mortal hanging around big brother Dream one day Desire thought it would be fun to play around with her a bit; after all, it was in Their job description to cause glorious chaos and it was a double whammy when given the chance to fuck with Dream's plans or personal life. What Desire did not expect though was the response to said chaos that They chose to inflict. Particularly by butting Their heads into Dream's business by drawing up old painful memories of past lovers which was most definitely a touchy subject for the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares.

"Y/n, darling. Has Dream ever told you about his wife?" there was a gleam of mischief in those golden orbs despite the fact Dream's voice went from the faintest of enjoyment at whatever the mortal was saying to him at that moment to colder than subzero in a flash.

Y/n's smiling face slowly turned from excitement to what she was saying moments before to a confused frown as she turned her gaze to the smirking Endless as the platinum blonde sibling of her friend lay lounging on the edge of Dream's throne; such a great offense to the creator of the Dreaming just as much as mentioning such a topic.

But polite and courteous as ever the woman's smile returned with hesitation. "Nope, but if he thought I needed to know about it I'm sure he would have told me already." one of her hands rested on Dream's bicep as if trying to communicate that everything was well and there was in fact no need to smite his sibling where They sat.

"Oh but if you're to be his ally, sweetness. Don't you think you should know everything about him?" Desire was not rebuffed by the brush off and instead dug Their claws in a little deeper if only to see that thunderous expression on the raven's face once more.

Y/n tightened her grip on the soft fabric of Dream's sleeve before letting it go all together and turning to face the blonde. "Desire, you are his guest here in his realm. If you want to start trouble I suggest you do it elsewhere. Dream's business is his own. You have no reason or cause to meddle in it." her voice was a little firmer than before but still otherwise low-spoken as she kept a neutral expression on her face.

Pearly teeth sank into crimson-painted lips before the cat-like figure prowled upright from Their lounging in favor of stalking across the room towards the pair. One hand rose to trace a painted nail along the soft skin of the mortal's cheekbone like a caress of a lover before Dream was pulling her away with a warning look towards his sibling.

"I believe you have overstayed your welcome, Desire. It's time you go back to your own Realm. Y/n and I have to finish conducting our business." The raven's voice was like smooth dark chocolate as endless blue eyes peered in warning into the golden eyes of his family member.

Desire pouted and gave a sigh. "Alright, I can see when I am not wanted. But do come to visit me in my realm dear Y/n/n if my brother's company begins to bore you." with a playful wink the tall figure slunk away leaving the mortal and Endless alone once more.

"That was not fair," Y/n muttered crossing her arms as she frowned at the doorway in which the other had left. "They had no right to even speak about your personal business Dream. I'm sorry for that." her eyes turned to the pale man who was already gazing down at her with a flash of fondness as a small twitch of his lips showed he agreed with her sentiment.

"Desire is the most mischievous of my siblings. Jealousy comes with the territory."

"Jealousy? You think Desire was jealous? Of what?" the girl looked perplexed and almost amused at the very notion.

The raven merely looked away without another word before beckoning her to follow him as he left the throne room in search of his librarian Lucienne and instead picked up a conversation that was so rudely interrupted beforehand; not giving the girl even a hint to what he had meant about his sibling.

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"Wasn't he such a bore?"

The girl jumped in surprise and spun around tugging the towel higher up her chest. "Desire what the hell?! What are you doing in my house?!"

"He's so fickle and doesn't know how to have fun; not like me." red painted fingernails idly played with the sleeve of the dress hanging on her door frame

"Desire...." the girl huffed and crossed her arms. "What is the meaning of this? I'm trying to get ready to go on a date here!" she tried to keep her cool even when her skin flushed with embarrassment at being dressed in nothing but a flimsy towel in the presence of the embodiment of lust.

Desire was calculating sure but Y/n knew from experience They are ruled by their emotions half the time so unpredictability was something she was used to with Them. The problem was that this was her home; her domain and she shouldn't feel uncomfortable within the walls of her house. Taking a breath and clutching the towel tighter the female squared the other with a stern look.

"Desire, I need to dress. Can you please, give me back my dress and leave?" she asked politely while holding a hand out

The blonde's gaze slowly turned from the dress to the mortal with a thoughtful look on Their face before suddenly They were grabbing the dress off its perch and stalking over with slow predatory steps. They held the dress out with one finger balancing the edge of the hanger but just as Y/n lurched to grab it They allowed the material to fall with a thump to the ground between the pair and the next millisecond the mortal bumped against Their tall frame in an attempt to quickly catch the garment. The Endless did not make a move to grab her but instead allowed their hand to rest lightly along her waist as if steadying her balance. Those pretty eyes open wide in shock like a doe in the headlights of an on-coming car and They reveled in it.

"You know, I could be so much more fun than whatever man you have a date with tonight." Desire's free hand raised to brush wet strands of hair from her face and trace the soft skin of her cheek.

A thrill went through Them as her eyes began to grow hazy and dark with the lust that swam in them. Her breaths were a little choppy as the being tilted Their head down slightly; lips just inches from each other's and the blonde felt a sudden wave of victory at the thought of finally being able to corrupt the otherwise untouchable mortal but just as They thought They had her in Their clutches her hands raised to press against Their white-suited chest and pushed away slightly.

"What's all this about Desire?" her voice was soft in that same unjudgemental way she was so recognized for.

Those damned eyes clear now and searching the Other's face intently. Desire's lip curled slightly in disgust as They realized Their plan had not pulled through and They stepped back but not far as the mortal's hand fisted into Their suit jacket to hold them in place; a harder look of sternness etching around her lips.

"You're not running away this time Desire, you started this. I'm getting to the bottom of this," she warned

"Finish what pet? There is nothing here to finish."

"Bullshit."

The expletive caused a sharp brow to raise as Desire had never once heard her curse before. Perhaps miss innocent was not so pure after all. As the being stepped away from the girl she allowed it and instead turned towards her dresser to grab some clothing to throw on. She quickly dawned some undergarments, fuzzy pajama pants, and an oversized T-shirt that was her dad's once upon a time before she was spinning on her heels and pointing to the bed.

"We are getting to the bottom of whatever it is that's bothering you. I know you don't talk to anyone but Despair and that is not fair. Despair may be many things but she is the best at giving advice let alone comfort. So sit your pretty ass down and we're going to hash this out."

There was something so endearing yet shocking about the way the mortal ordered the Endless around. As if there was no fear of Desire smiting her down where she stood. They were not vengeful or petty like Their big brother Dream. They also had nothing better to do other than bother Y/n tonight so thus They indulged her by placing Their weight into the mattress of her queen-sized bed with its fluffy comforter in the most disgusting innocent shade of f/c Desire had ever seen before turning Their gaze to the girl as she placed herself down beside Them and leaned back on her pillow.

"Is this what you mortals call girl talk?" those golden orbs sparkled with teasing mirth as the pair sat shoulder to shoulder in the room as the sound of whatever her phone was playing in the background being the only sound besides their silence.

"So, desire can be more than just the definition of a word in a dictionary. I've come to realize that the more I spend time around you and your siblings. But that is not what makes up the whole of your being. There is so much more to you than lust or the need for something they know they cannot have." Y/n ignored the other's words before she bumped her shoulder with Theirs.

"Has anyone ever asked what you want in life? Duty is not everything that makes up for those like you. You and your siblings deserve happiness. Dream knew that over the centuries of lovers, Death found her happiness and peace within the lives of others through daily interaction. I don't know about Despair because frankly she sort of makes me sad. But, you Desire. There is so much room for you to grow. You've taken it upon yourself of duty that you don't allow yourself to live." the girl tipped her head into the other's view. Her eyes were soft and searching as she lightly placed a hand on Their arm.

"What do you desire most in life?"

The Endless sat in silence staring at the other. The mortal was right, it had been many many centuries since They had someone unbias to speak with that did not see them for what they were but what they could be like this mortal did; her question of what They truly desired hung heavy in Their mind. They did not think of such a question before to Their knowledge; always thinking and focusing on the mortals They rule and tease that They Themselves never stopped to think about what They wanted out of life that would promise many many more centuries as long as the universe lived.

"Perhaps, you were right to think that I was jealous of my big brother." a frown painted on Their lips. "I am not my sister with her easy way and kind heart. Nor am I my big brother whose heart he had allowed to open to others and further experience the pain of rejection or betrayal. I have no one and perhaps that is what made me so bitter. I have often thought mortality was filled with the desires, lusts, and ambition of mortals just trying to find their next big break. To look at those shaded my eyes to those who were so selflessly humble until you came along..."

Y/n studied Desire's side profile thoughtfully before she reached up to wrap her fingers lightly on the back of their neck; to sift her fingers through the gelled back platinum strands at the nape of Their neck briefly in the butterfly feather-like touch before she put pressure to guide Them to lean down and rest Their head against her shoulder. Forcing Them to bend and readjust themselves to lay on Their side and pressed Their cheek to her shoulder; the scent of their body wash and shampoo was oddly comforting but They kept Their body stiff as They lay there unsure of what to do or if this was okay.

She knew Desire was not used to the innocent touch of another. She knew They did not know how to take things slow and appreciate the moment; or to allow another being whether mortal or immortal into Their space to comfort Them. But she also knew that if she could win Dream over and soften his cold exterior she could do the same for Desire without even wanting anything in return. She knew what it felt like to be left alone or betrayed by those one could call friends. To be used and to be forced to play a role that simply was not her; because of this she wholeheartedly opened herself up to others to allow them to feel the warmth they otherwise may have been lacking and yearning for...even if it meant doing to same to the god of desire Themselves.

The mortal did not speak after Desire's words trailed off into the silence of the room; her phone had fallen asleep a little while ago but Desire found that They did not mind the silence or the fact that They were filled with the warmth of another wrapping around them and innocent hands not expecting anything in return caressing Their head like the love of a mother as Y/n's fingers sifted through the platinum strands. Desire could not find it in Themselves to care that she was messing and displacing Their hair.

"There is no shame in yearning for a platonic connection with another living soul Desire." finally the girl spoke up with a tone which was a gentle coo as she wrapped her other arm around Them and pressed Them close; allowing Their head to rest on her chest. The steady beat of her heart resting against Their ear and Their breath subconsciously leveling out to match hers as she continued to pet the god's hair.

"You are a witch." there was a groggy undertone to Desire's voice as They grumbled; nuzzling against her collarbone like a cat.

She laughed then and looked down to find that They had fallen asleep; Their expression was peaceful and almost childlike as They slumbered. When she looked up she found Dream standing at the foot of her bed gazing down at them. She gave a teasing smile and winked.

"I told you I had the special touch." she patted the spare space on her bed with a grin. "Now pay up mister."

Dream scoffed with a roll of his eyes as he looked away and Y/n sighed resting her head back against Desire's. "That's fine, I'll collect payment later then," she replied softly as she closed her eyes preparing to take a well-deserved nap. "The least you can do is send happy dreams this time. I rather not beat Corinthian back with a broomstick again. That was just embarrassing for him."

There was silence after that and Yn thought the dream king had left her alone. But then, a weight landed on the free space beside her on the bed and she kept her eyes closed even when the soft but heavy weight of the fluffy feline curled up against her side. Her lips curled up into a soft smile as one hand left Desire's shoulder and rested instead on the large fluffy head tucked against her stomach and gently rubbed between Dream cat's ears. Because her eyes her closed she sensed it more than she saw it when Desire's hand left its tucked position against her other side to drape across her stomach in favor of grasping the soft fur of the feline's side like a young child holding onto a teddy bear at night. The mortal smiled contently and sighed allowing the warmth of the bodies pressed against her to lull her into a sweet dream even when she knew when she woke up she would be alone in her bed. That's okay, She would have plenty more opportunities to spend time with her Beings of the Endless.

#the sandman #the sandman fandom #the sandman oneshot #Desire of the Endless #The sandman Desire #Desire x fem!reader #Desire of the Endless x reader #Desire x you

[aike-pandas]

Hi, I’m guessing requests are open? If so, can you write about c!Techno slowly becoming best friends with the Reader (considering he invited her to the Syndicate without knowing much about her, just that she was “wise and strong” and stuff, so they weren’t close at all beforehand)? [Platonic :D] [also sorry if its too specific haha]

Sweet! Of course I'll do it <3 also don't worry sweetheart it isn't too specific ^^

Slowly melting like gold

[Technoblade x GN!Reader] → Platonic.

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Although he was indeed the reason you met and joined The Syndicate, he didn't know pretty much anything about you. He did saw that you were closer to Phil and Ranboo though, so he got interested on you. Plus, he saw you carrying Tommy and Tubbo once —you were trying to stop them of making chaos— so he had to try and test your force too.

That's what he told Phil at least, but in pure honesty, he had no clue why did he wanted to meet you more.

But Phil encouraged him to friend you, so... Let's see intent number one:

He walked down to your location; The Greater DreamSMP. You were looking from far away at Ponk and Foolish talking, something seemed apparently wrong, and didn't notice the "tall" (has to use platforms to reach 6ft tall) reaching out to you.

“Y/n.”, he called you out, making you slightly jump in your place. “Oh! Hi Techno”, you smiled at him, getting up from the stone walls you were sitting on. “What brings you here, "Mr.Blade"?” you asked with a grin on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he heard the nickname you called him for. “Nothing extraordinary, just wanted to pass by.” he shrugged it off. You titled your head, humming with curiosity. “Only that?” you asked, not believing that the pig man would have gone out from his comfort zone to be in a place full of drama. “I mean, yes, why else would I be here?”. He regretted his words as soon as they came out of his tongue. He could see your bad-hided pain from his words. “I see, well, I gotta go Techno, nice to talk to you.” Techno wanted to hit himself in that moment, but he panicked.

Well, that one didn't work. He refused to get out of his house until he had a good plan to friend you. Phil watched him, shaking his head in disbelief. If only Techno knew it was easy for him to friend you.

But oh well, let's not throw his work down. Time for intent number two!

He was decided this time, you had accepted meeting him in the Syndicate room.

He couldn't lie, he was nervous even though he didn't show it. He was terrible with words (even of he had an English mayor), but he had make some friends still, why was so hard to have you as a friend?

He saw the door open itself, letting show your figure trough it. You smiled at the pig man in front of you. “Hello there, Techno”, you greeted him, sitting on your chair. “Hello.” he greeted back, mimicking your action.

Silence fell awkwardly between you two for a couple seconds, until you decided to break the tension. “So, Techno, why did you decide to meet me here?” you played with the little flower on the table, waiting for the anarchist's answer.

Techno, however, didn't really expect the question. And now he was more nervous to be there with you. Why was it so frustratingly hard? He did try, but now he wasn't sure.

“I... Um...” he sighed as the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. “Tech? You're alright?” you questioned him, truly worried about his strange behaviour.

“'m fine...” he mumbled under his breath, not really trying for you to hear. “It's just... Harder than what I thought.”, “What exactly?”.

You saw his black pig eyes dodge your view. He couldn't really look directly at you in that moment. “...Just wanted to friend you...” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, “so that's what everything was about?” you chuckled at his expression, you really didn't expect for the blood god to be this sweet.

“Awe, Techno” you cooed happily. “I thought you would write a letter for his those of things since you are not good with words when you have to talk face to face.”

He turned slightly red in embarrassment. “Shut.” which only made you chuckle. “I do want to be friends with you btw”, your words only made him look at you with shiny eyes.

Guess third time didn't have to be the charm this time.

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× Hope you liked it! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it follows the rules!

#dreamsmp #technoblade x reader #dsmp techno #technoblade

[mytheoristavenue]

Okay I wasn’t able to find the rules for the requests so if there’s anything you don’t approve of nor feel comfortable writing please don’t force yourself to. As for the request could you please write a threesome smut with Eddie, Steve, and a black woc reader? Some choking, reader being a switch (definitely dominate as well please), cream pie, Eddie and Steve also doing more than just kissing each other, raw sex, spanking, rough but passionate, spitting in the mouth, maybe even eating reader out after cumming in, and some pet names. Anything you want as well or don’t want! It can be any type of storyline please🥰

This one was a little intimidating, but I was excited for it! I've never done anything like this before, so I hope I did it justice, especially the Eddie and Steve bits, as well as the WOC descriptions! Also, this is the absolute nastiest thing I've ever written, and it got me out of my comfort zone, which I think is super cool!

ST Steve Harrington x WOC!Reader x Eddie Munson - 🍋 Happy Birthday

Warning: Rough sex, unprotected sex, double pentation, dirty talk, praise, degradation, threesome, oral (all receiving), bodily fluid consumption, spitting, cuck holding, anal, MDNI.

Key: (H/L) hair length, (H/T) hair texture (curls/coils/braids ect), (H/C) hair color.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Steve, has one last surprise planned for your birthday.

You sighed, the sensation of Steve's soft lips pleasant against your delicate cocoa skin, his fingers tangled and lost in your (H/L) (H/T). Suddenly, he pulled away, the ring of the door bell of his front entrance apparently taking priority over you on your birthday. "Steve, no..." you whined, reaching out to him as he got up off his bed, walking to the door. He flashed you an award winning smile.

"Trust me, baby, you're gonna love this." he winked, leaving the room to answer the door. You had thought maybe he'd ordered pizza, the pair of you were having a sleep over, after all. Moments later, you heard the door creak open once again, though you didn't look up from the tv that Steve had in his bedroom, you knew who it was, or so you thought.

"What kind of pizza did you get? you asked, laying on your stomach, kicking your feet behind you, playing with a (H/C) lock if hair.

"Oh, I didn't bring any pizza, princess." Your eyes shot open, head snapping to the door to find someone who was very much not your boyfriend standing there. Not, Steve was standing in the hall.

"Eddie?" you asked, puzzled, sitting up on your knees. "What are you doing here?"

He approached you cautiously. "Oh, don't get all uncomfortable by my account," he sat on he bed, kicking off his shoes with a smirk. "After all, you're the birthday girl." Your cheeks blushed as one of Eddie's ringed hands floated over to your face, catching you by the chin and running a callused thumb over your plump and glossed lips. He pulled his hand away, quizzically analyzing the residue on his finger, before turning back to Steve, who was now sitting in a chair across the room, watching. "Did she get all dolled up, or did you start the fun without me?"

You boyfriend shrugged, arms crossed with a wide grin. "Why don't you lick it and find out?" Eddie nodded in agreement, sensually dragging his tongue up his thumb, cleaning the lip gloss from his fingerprint.

"Yum, cherry." he noted, catching your chin again, this time with the intent to shove his thumb between your teeth. "You should try it." You looked to Steve for approval as you felt wetness begin to pool between your thighs.

He nodded with a smile. "Go ahead, baby. This is your present, do whatever you like with him. I just wanna watch."

With that permission given, you shyly looked Eddie over, finding him nodding, agreeing with what the other male had said. "He's write, ya know? I'll do anything you want."

"Anything I want?" you repeated, a devious grin growing on your exotic features.

"Anything." he confirmed, tucking a few lose curls between his ears.

"Take off a few layers." you ordered, testing the waters. Eddie did as you asked, shedding his vest and leather jacket, tossing them to the floor, before halting to see if you were satisfied. You had always liked seeing Eddie without all that excess fabric, and you'd be lying if you denied the fact that his Hellfire shirt clung to his torso in a way that made you want to tear it off him. Despite this, you persisted. "The shirt too." You added, giggling in delight when he pulled it over his head, adding it to the pile he was forming. You nibbled your lip, studying all the ink that decorated his pale skin, following the little pictures down his stomach until your vision got lost in a trail of dark curls that ventured passed his belt.

"What next, princess?" he asked, chuckling a bit, your ogling not lost on him. "You gonna touch me, or just look?" You thought for a moment, so many erotic images flashing in your mind. You wanted to take your time, though. You were going to savor this. You beckoned the metal head with your index finger, leaning on the bed and pulling him on top of you, into a sloppy kiss. You maintained painful eye contact with Steve while you did this, gauging his reaction. And oh, what a reaction it was.

Steve fidgeted in his chair, so unbearably uncomfortable, not for the fact that his friend had his tongue down your throat, or for the fact that you liked it, but for the fact that he was pitifully jealous that he'd left himself out of the fun. He wanted desperately to be in between you both, messily kissing Eddie with you sucked him off. Perhaps on his birthday. Right now was your time, and he'd have to wait, but God, did he want to come play. Steve released a shaky breath, trying so hard to keep his composer, his hands clenching at his jeans as he watched Eddie kiss down your neck, leaving slobber and bruises in his wake. You dramatically moaned out, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. Steve was hurting. His crotch peaked in a painful tent, his cock throbbing with need.

"Oh, Eddie!" you shrieked falsely. "I want you to hump me into the bed, baby." you cooed against his animalistic grunting as he gripped your hips, bucking into them roughly. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's the stuff." you encouraged, smirking devilishly at the way Steve's pelvis seemed to rock in time with yours. You could see essence beginning to form on the front of his jeans, even from across the room, and he was no longer succeeding at keeping all of his whining inside him. "Eddie, Why don't you go play with little Steve, I think he's jealous."

For the first time that you'd seen in your life, Eddie was blushing, caught off guard by your ask. "Y-You want me to what?" he asked, hovering over you, uncertainty written on his face.

"Can you go play with him? He looks so cute a desperate." you repeated, batting your lashes at him. He seemed to melt at that, hesitantly crawling off you and making his way over to his friend. He smiled, seeing the stain of pre on Steve's crotch, and the way his brows were knitted together.

"You're right," he said, turning back to you. "He is desperate, 'bout to cum all over himself." Eddie softly carressed Steve's face, adjusting to the situation faster than he thought he would. "What should I do to him, princess?"

"I think he wants a kiss, Eddie." you answered, lying back on the bed, shimmying your pants down your legs. "If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna watch this time."

Eddie bit his lip, intoxicated by the sight of your legs spread out, delicate fingers working you over, exposing flashes of pink muscle, hidden by onyx flesh. His eyes lingered as your free hand wandered upwards, freeing one breast from your shirt, kneading like fresh dough. Feeling as if he had delayed enough, he came to Steve's side, smiling softly and the death grip the man had on his pants to keep himself from touching what he hadn't had permission to.

Eddie gently trailed his ringed hand down Steve's throat, bringing it back up in a tight chokehold, before leaning down and roughly kissing your boyfriend, who choked a bit on his tongue. After a few moments, Eddie pulled away, his thumb hooked into Steve's cheek, hold his jaws ajar, before spitting into his mouth, most of which, missed and landed on his face. Never the less, it was still the most arousing thing you'd ever seen.

You moaned, genuinely this time, rubbing tight circles onto your clit. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I know you're not trying to cum already?" Eddie laughed. "I did not just kiss Steve fucking Harrington to have you just rub your little pussy and cum within minutes."

You sighed, reluctantly letting your high fall away. "I thought I was in charge here?" you sassed, sitting back up as he approached the bed again.

"Not if that's how it's gonna be." He kissed you again, lips still messy from the previous one he'd had. "That's abuse of power, sweetheart." You grew another devilish smirk, settling on the perfect idea of how you all could play nice together.

"Both of you, strip."

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You sighed out, rocking your hips roughly against Eddie's stubble, his arms wrapped around your thighs for support. Below you, he roughly kissed at your caramel slit, intermitted slithering his tongue into your weeping hole as your rode his face. At his feet lay Steve, entirely naked, just like his partners. One of his hands was clasped lovingly in yours, the other gripping Eddies cock as he sensually sucked at the bell of it, pumping essence into his mouth.

You could feel Eddie groaning into your core, his lusty sounds reverberating into you as he mercilessly fucked you with his tongue. You tried watching you boyfriend go down on him when you could, but mostly ended up to overtaken by what he was doing to you. "Eddie..." you whined into the air, huffing after every syllable. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna c-cum." you warned, your free hand reaching down to grasp a fistful of his curly locks.

"Fucking do it." he replied, his voice muffled by the amount of flesh between his teeth. "Cum all over my pretty face, princess." Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was about to experience his own climax, brought on by sexual experimentation, and were it to come into fruition, it would change the way he experienced erotic pleasure for the rest of his life. "Ah, fuck. Gonna cum." he breathed, though his cries went unheard. "Gonna cum, gonna cum right down your pretty boy throat."

You screamed, unsure of who's name to cling to, you opted for just crying out in pure, unbridled pleasure, riding out your high by grinding your hips against Eddie's face. Simultaneously, the grip on your hips tighten, and the suction on your labia did as well as Eddie tried his damnedest not to bite you, hitting his own orgasm, just seconds after yours. You couldn't help but moan, watching you friend leak into your lovers mouth, taking him by surprise. Steve looked up at both of you, pitifully holding his full cheeks. "Swallow, baby." you said softly, prompting his brows to knit further as hit tried, gagging on the taste, before hanging his mouth open to show that he'd obeyed, drips of pearly fluid rolling down his cheeks.

You and Eddie exchanged a look of pure lewd desire, attacking one another's lips, simply needing to expel some of the arousal you both had collected at the sight of Steve guzzling his cum.

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"Oh my fucking God." you screamed, burying your face into the crook of Steve's neck as he pounded into your pussy, whining in your ear about how much he loved you. Laced the fingers of one of his hands were a few dark curls of Eddie's hair. Eddie himself laid beneath you, supporting all of your weight, his cock balls deep into your ass, fucking your hole with the same ferocity with which he'd eaten you out. The boys both struggled at first to match one another's pace, but that insecurity was now long gone as you screamed for them from your position in their double sided mating press.

You failed to come up with coherent speech as the two fed your conflicting sentiments from either side of you. Steve would occasionally whisper the sweetest things he could think of into your ear, between pleasured cries. "God, baby, you're doing so good, taking us both at the same time. H-Happy birthday, my special little girl."

At the same time, Eddie was doing everything he could to make you feel like the dirtiest person on earth, insulting and degrading you. His comments came significantly more often than Steve's but, fuck did the add to your fire. "Shit, you like that, you little slut? You like taking my fat cock up your little ass? God, you're such a dirty fucking attention whore, wanting two men like this."

You'd long since had your second coming, now waiting for your third to build up as you struggled to form a single thought in your dick dumb head. You had become almost entirely numb from the overstimulation, but beyond all odds, you felt that familiar knot begin to tangle in your stomach. You clung to Steve as he and Eddie both clung to you, all of you a big ball of sex, screaming for each other with more desire and need than there should ever be in one room.

Steve was the first to cum, his climax crashing on him the hardest, he sexual frustration having been built over this whole ordeal with not one release yet. The sensation of his cream filling up and dripping out of your soaked sex sent your over the edge, screaming an amalgamation of both of their names, and whatever other nonsense words you could think up. Lastly, the clenching and spasming of your orgasm did Eddie in, your asshole squeezing everything had he had out until he had given you every drop. He let loose a string of cruses on your name as he came, letting go of your hair, which he hadn't remembered tangling his fingers into.

As you tried to recollect yourself, Steve lifted your head up, he and Eddie both rearranging themselves to hover over your face. You silently agreed, sucking them clean, on after the other. Eddie rubbed his cock against your cheek and over your closed eyes as he waited for his turn. You giggled at him, letting Steve's flop out of your mouth, in favor of Eddie's.

Once the boys were clean, it was your turn. Eddie maintained eye contact with you as he sank down by your boyfriend's side, to once again bury himself in between your chocolate thighs. You sighed, laying your head back as the pair gently kissed your love, their tongues intertwining with one another's, swirling the extract of all of you back and forth between them.

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Now cleaned, hydrated, and all fucked out, you snuggled up to Steve, pulling the duvet of his bed over your nude shoulder as you sighed with content. From behind you, Eddie wrapped himself around you live a vine, his face nuzzled into your hair, getting himself high on your scent. As the three of you slowly drifted off, you silently wondered if this would become the new normal for you. A part of you hoped it wouldn't, having liked the friendship that your and Eddie shared, but the other part secretly wished that it'd be ruined forever. You had grown pretty keen on this whole situation. That aside, one thing was for certain:

"Best birthday ever."

This was the dirties work I've ever published. Please like, share, and comment. 😊

#stranger things x y/n #steddie #steve x eddie #steve x reader x eddie #x reader #smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington smut #asks #answered asks

[wheredidmyheadgoing]

"Does it hurt, little one?"

So,

Basically, I was supposed to insert this as a super duper extra comic for Mother's Day. I planned everything nicely, so that I could make it for May 26.

...Then I found out that Poland is literally the only country where Mother's Day is celebrated on that day.

Shoot. You live and learn, they said.

Let's just pretend that I posted this on 14 May 2023, okay?

Nooow that we've got that out of the way, let me explain what's actually going on here. (As if you can't just show everything so everyone understands, you stupid potato-)

1. Why Gregory looks like a zombie

Here we have something I wanted to describe before, but didn't have the opportunity. It's about the workings of the "bloodstream" of the robot children (Gregory and Ella to be more precise). As you can probably guess, there is no need for their heart to pump anything, so everything here is apparent. Which doesn't mean, however, that they don't need their "blood". Oh no.

You see, they do have a device inside them that imitates a heartbeat, but the fluid inside them circulates completely on its own through their bodies. It doesn't just act as a substitute for human plasma - it makes them better able to feel emotions. They are able to feel pain. Thanks to this fluid, their feelings drive their mind. Fact, it is darker and more viscous than ordinary blood, but combined with stage blood and a bit of illusion, it does not arouse suspicion.

Viscous Dark liquid...sound familiar?

Ah yes - good old agony.

This, by the way, solves the possible problem of running out of artificial blood if the robotic kid gets too much damage, because if anything, his pain and the negative emotions associated with it will automatically fill his body with another amount of fluid. Besides, the agony spreads to other objects, including other robots. This gives a lot of new possibilities and...well, that's why Gregory has so many bandages on him. Afton likes to experiment on him sometimes...

Are you keeping up? Great, then how about this?

The reason Gregory is so bloody here is the punishment he received. Our little gremlin can usually handle the commands given to him, but stress, pressure and general overwork mean that sometimes he'll slip up and make a mistake.

Unfortunately, his father doesn't tolerate mistakes.

What is all this punishment about? Well, as Gregory nevertheless consists in part of a computer, Glitchtrap has access to his head. He can talk to him, influence his memories of his past live, and, most importantly, control his mental state. So, if he does something wrong, unpleasant consequences await him, in the form of a huge headache and vomiting blood/agony, which gets too much in him and just pours out through all the orifices of his body. A rather uncool feeling.

2. The relationship between Vanny and the little gremlin

It's a pretty difficult. For Gregory, I mean. Technically, he shouldn't feel anything for her; another tool, possibly an accomplice, alive today, she could be dead tomorrow. Yet he cares, heck, he sees her as some kind of parental figure, as his father is a psychopathic murderer turned AI, and about his mother, for some unsuspecting reason, he can't remember anything specific, except that she had light hair and was called Christine (Hehe, because, you know, Christine!...heh....begins with a C, like Clara, okay?). He would never admit it to himself, but he feels damn sorry for her, because of everything that happened. Especially since he was complicit in pushing her away from her loved ones, worsening her mental state, and ultimately helped bring about her possession. Yep, a manipulative little manipulator. Oh well.

So Gregory feels guilty, while at the same time insisting that he shouldn't, because, after all, he's not doing anything wrong - he just wants to put his family back together. Therefore, he rather tries to avoid her, and is often just plain mean - the fact that she is such a nice person to him simply overwhelms him.

I'll bet my caramel and hazelnut chocolate that I made some stupid translation mistake.

#forgotten gift au #fnaf au #gregory sb #evan afton #gregory afton #william afton #glitchtrap #fnaf vanessa #vanny #security breach #help wanted #fnaf vr #Yes I SEE THAT IT IS 29 MAY I THANK YOU VERY MUCH #18 more days...and vacation...IT WILL BE OK #fan idea #five nights at freddy's #gregbot

[wikkidly]

If you're still interested in prompts, what about Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock with the line "'I love you' was my codeword for things going to shit."

Just like that movie | Jessica Jones x Matt Murdock

Request by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jessica Jones and Matthew Murdock.

Summary: Someone gets called out for not being able to use their adult words to say their adult feelings.

Warnings: Explicit language

Word Count: 2659

It had started out simply enough; once she knew that Matt was back in mostly one piece, Jessica had opted to drop by the office at least once a week. She used the excuse of bringing coffee, but it was to check up and make sure that piece stayed singular and breathing. Not that she wanted to acknowledge why she had that niggling need to check on him, but it was there and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Foggy and Karen had gotten used to the impromptu barging in, skeptical eyes flicking over the pair of them to gauge their mood before she made her way into the office Matt was usually sitting in- client or not. She didn't stay long, so her presence was tolerated since all three seemed to have some annoying ability to discern why she was really there, even if she said otherwise. Matt would smile at her, accept the coffee along with the threat that she was going to kick his ass if he didn't wind up replacing her broken camera.

Was she still upset about that? No, not really, but it was a very real, solid thing she could put out there to point at to explain everything. And everyone thought of her as some kind of salty, bitter bitch-type anyway, so she thought her plan was genius. Until Foggy called her on it one morning. She came in, as usual, glanced over at Foggy poking at the pie that a client had apparently just left, Karen at the desk typing something up. The door to Matt's office was closed and she could hear something that sounded like a sob. Okay, fine. So she'd wait until that one came out without barging in. See? She had tact. Foggy looked up from the pie, giving her a bit of a crooked grin. "Hey there, Dread Pirate Roberts."

Jessica blinked, nonplussed and confused at the comment. "What did you just call me?"

Foggy's smile widened, and Karen cleared her throat, as if trying to warn him of the impending doom lingering over his head. "Dread Pirate Roberts. You know, from the Princess Bride?"

Green eyes narrowed as she glared at him, trying to figure out just what was going on in the mind of this weirdly-named lawyer. Maybe he'd been hit on the head recently. "I'm carrying hot coffee and I have a short fuse. Explain with a little more detail, Nelson."

Karen had stopped typing at this point and looked like she wanted to get up and diffuse the situation. Foggy just kept on going. "Come on, Jessica. You know what I mean. You come here every week and threaten to kill Matt over your camera. 'Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.'"

Jessica stared blankly at him for a moment, memories of that movie flicking through her mind as she tried to decide if she was pissed off or not. Karen got up, apparently concerned by Jessica's lack of response and came over to stand by Foggy. "I don't think he's saying you're going to kill Matt or anything. Or that you say you're going to-."

"Oh, no. No, I don't mean that. Just that it's an empty threat. And you're using it as an excuse to keep coming here to check on him. I'm just not sure if you're planning on handing him your piratic legacy or making out with him." Foggy was grinning as he clarified what he meant.

Karen looked like she wanted to smack him. Jessica wished she would. She heard the screech of a chair being pushed along the floor and the door to Matt's office opened, the man having apparently been summoned by the silence and maybe Karen's panicked heartbeat. Or maybe he just smelled confusion, like neon or something. She had no idea at this point. "Jess. Hey. Ah, I'm just- Foggy, would you come in and talk to Ms. Ramirez for a moment? She needs to go over the severance clause from her job."

The odd static feeling in the air seemed to diffuse with Matt poking his head out, but Jessica was still just staring at Foggy, trying to figure out what kind of brain damage he'd suffered. Foggy was just grinning, moving to enter Matt's office, patting him on the chest as he passed him. "Whatever you say, buddy. Just trying to get that train moving where it needed to go." Then he went in and closed the door, leaving Jessica, Matt, and Karen standing there. Quietly.

Until Karen apparently couldn't quite take the tension and went to grab her purse. "I think I'm going to take my lunch. You good with that, Matt?" Not that she waited around to see if he was or wasn't, purse snagged and coat slung over her shoulder as she moved to leave.

"Yeah, yeah. Lunch is… good." And just like that, the room was cleared and aside from the sound of traffic outside, it was quiet in the main office of Nelson, Murdock & Page, and Matt licked his lips and smoothed down his tie as he faced Jessica, all signs that her very keen detective skills had picked up as his fidgeting tics.

"Is he high?" Jessica felt that slip out as she shot a glare at the closed door to Matt's office.

A choked laugh and a shake of his head, and Matt came a few steps closer. "No, just… he's Foggy." He said some pretty ballsy things to some people in a way that they just didn't expect it, mostly because of how soft and squishy he looked. Foggy being a stand up guy was one of the reasons Matt knew that they'd make such good partners as well as friends. But his affection for Foggy might not save him from a verbal tongue lashing from Jessica Jones. He just hoped to at least deter the barrage from happening in his office in front of clients. "He does have a point, though. You do come in and threaten me all the time, and get mad all you want, but we all know you're not going to follow through on it. I'm, ah, not sure about the last part, though." He had suspicions, but Jessica wasn't the person he wanted to be the one to cross that very firmly entrenched boundary with first.

Her mouth opened to counter that, but nothing came out. Instead, it snapped shut and she held his coffee out to him, scowling with enough force that he'd better feel it. "Take it before I dump it over your smug head. The balls on you guys. Make out with you? Why the shit would I want to make out with some smug goddamn lawyer who'd probably go cry in a confessional over it after the fact. I don't want your fucking priest knowing about my goddamn sex habits, Murdock. Are you kidding me? I'm being nice by not breaking both your legs instead of giving you time to-"

"I got your camera, Jess." He broke that quietly into the middle of her rant.

"-because some people aren't made of fucking money. Wait, what?" She tipped her head playing back in her head to the words she'd almost missed. "When?"

"About three months after I came back." He tucked his hands in his pockets, head tipped in that way that he had when he was listening to her, everything about her and not just her words.

She wasn't sure if she was more annoyed that he was doing it or that she knew him well enough to know what he was doing. Goddammit. "Why the hell haven't you given it to me?"

A half of a shrug, and his smile seemed a little too lazy for her liking. "I was waiting until your birthday. Or until one of those threats actually sounded like you meant it."

"I meant them." She firmed her lips in a line as she glared at him.

"No you didn't. And your heartbeat tells me that you know you didn't." The smile looked a little too smug again.

She came closer, finger out and poking him in the chest. "Don't use your creepy bat radar on me. That's cheating. My heartbeat is currently telling you to go fuck yourself."

No, it wasn't. "You sure it's not telling me you love me?"

Jessica felt her stomach drop out, and she scrunched her nose up, giving him another poke. "I don't say that. Nothing in my body says that. The only time I'd ever say 'I love you' is as a codeword for everything's gone to shit." She remembered saying similar words to Trish, and she felt that same complex blend of feelings that she didn't want to try to untangle while she was face to face with Matt Murdock and his stupid red glasses.

Matt felt something dip in his chest, something that was sad and sympathetic for her, but as he wasn't suicidal, he kept that to himself. "So what do you say when you like someone?"

"I don't like people. I tolerate them." What annoyed her the most about that was that she knew he was able to tell the lie of that and she couldn't do anything to hide it. Fuck. "You know you're a dick for not giving me my camera already, Murdock."

His smile curved up one corner of his mouth, making it seem cheeky. "Maybe I liked giving you a valid excuse to come see me so you'd keep doing it." Matt was a smart guy. He'd been learning that there was a method to trying to woo Jessica Jones. And that apparently meant pretending he wasn't and letting her figure it out on herself. Only it seemed she'd been in deeper denial than he'd thought. Which was apparently why Foggy had decided to poke the angry alcoholic bear.

"That doesn't make any sense. You don't make any goddamn sense." And yet he did. It all started to fall into place in her mind; the fact that if she happened to stay a little longer on one of her check-ins, Foggy and Karen never came in to interrupt them, even if there were clients waiting. How he always knew she was coming and never had her camera, pulling the stupid puppy face instead and just thanking her for the coffee. The looks that Karen and Foggy shared when she came in and left, like they were disappointed that something hadn't happened. "Oh goddammit."

Matt just waited patiently as she found her own way through the maze of her own actions and emotions to the center of it and the realization there. Quiet. Smiling. Uncertain how she'd react once she actually figured it out. He didn't want her to leave over it or to stop coming. He didn't want her mad over it, but Jessica was an unknown element to him and he didn't always know how she was going to react. So he reached out and finally took the coffee that he was pretty sure she'd forgotten she was holding at that point. "Thanks for the coffee."

She jerked a bit at the contact and the words that mirrored where she was in her thoughts, stunned a little at the fact that a whole office of lawyers apparently knew her better than she did. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Said softly, because he didn't think being smug was a good move at that moment.

She breathed out noisily, huffing out an exclamation. "No, I don't." She didn't ask him why he didn't tell her. He'd read her file, after all. He'd been around her for more than five minutes. He knew how prickley she was, particularly with anything emotional.

"You going to be mad at me if I ask you out on a date?" He sipped at his coffee, doing his best not to sound like he was hanging his hopes on that simple request.

He kept catching her off guard, and she was frustrated with the fact that he'd had more time to come to terms with this than she had. Consciously, anyway. Apparently her subsconscious had been sending out a bunch of smoke signals that he'd picked up on. Weirdo. "Depends on what you want to do and where." Because she might be an emotionally stunted idiot at times, but she didn't pussyfoot around anything. Not the important things. She might be more careful with it if it mattered, but because it mattered, she wanted to be clear.

It was his turn to clear his throat, lifting his free hand to smooth down his tie. Matt Murdock's thoughts had gotten excessively prurient lately, both because of having a person that had gotten his attention and not having the access he wanted to that person. Maybe it that visible tension that had prompted Foggy to make that push. Probably. The man was almost as good as Matt was at reading the people that mattered to him. "I'm, ah, pretty open to whatever you'd like. I don't want you out of your comfort zone."

It was the way he smoothed his tie and- was that a blush? Jessica finally broke a smile for the first time since she'd stepped in the office that day. "Now you're worried about my comfort zone, huh? Pretty sure you couldn't keep up with my 'zone', Murdock."

Was that a challenge? It sounded like a challenge, especially to a born fighter who also argued for a living. His tongue tapped at the back of one of his teeth as he contemplated his answer, but the smile was back as he heard hers. "I think you'd be surprised at what I can manage, Jones."

No, she wouldn't be, but she was certainly interested. They were messy, the both of them. She had her baggage; her sister, her partner, her past relationships, her emotional and physical damage. So did he. He'd all but died in a hole in the ground because of his baggage. He cared, sometimes too much. He had an odd sort of hope that she'd thought had been squelched out in this day and age. Funny to find it in a lawyer that ran around in a Spank Me suit at night beating up the criminal element. "Then surprise me, Matt."

Her baggage was why he'd been so careful beforehand with acknowledging anything, but he'd been doing her a disservice. She was tough. She was a survivor. She could handle a little pressure, or a little wooing. She wasn't as fragile as Foggy told him she looked. "Keep tomorrow night open."

It was at that moment that the Matt's office door opened, Matt's client stepping out with a tissue in her hands that she'd been using to dab at reddened eyes. Foggy gave them an apologetic look as he started to lead Ms. Ramirez to the main office door, confirming another appointment for the following week that Matt nodded at Foggy to agree with. "Sorry guys, but we have another couple of clients coming in-" he checked his watch, "ten minutes."

Jess nodded, then moved to follow the soothed Ms. Ramirez out of the office. At the door, she turned back to both men standing there. "About tomorrow, Murdock...? As you wish."

She closed the door and it was a good two heartbeats before she heard a whoop from Foggy. "I knew it, man. I knew it. She is so the Dread Pirate Roberts, and she looooooves you, Princess Mattycup."

That had her chuckling to herself as she followed the older woman to the elevator, trying not to feel overly giddy about this supposed surprise. She did call back out over her shoulder, loud enough that both of them would hear her. "Better have my camera, Murdock." And more quietly, so that only Matt would hear her, "Or I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

#matthew murdock #jessica jones #writing #fanfiction #prompt fill #anonymous request #daredevil #netflix mcu #messica #darejones #jessica jones/matt murdock #shippy stuff #fanfic #my fic #ao3 writer #ao3 author

[brick-a-doodle-do]

BRICKETH MY GORGEOUSETH!!!

yes that’s a real word. FIGHT ME ON IT!

I have questions for you :D (finally T-T)

What do you find sparks the most inspiration when writing?

Pick: never be able to read again, or only be able to read backwards (no word shuffling)

What’s a fav hobby for you outside of writing?

Top 3 fav fandoms go!

What gets you mothers most excited? Reblogs, comments or asks?

What was the first thing that sparked an idea for a dsmp gt centred fic?

As a fellow mlb fan, fav ship out of the love square?

You’ve asked me before but: what do you write on, font and font size, colour user?

Your favourite dsmp gt fic

Your least favourite dsmp gt fic

A fic you wished got more notes then it did

A fic that performed better than you were expecting

Do you write for yourself or for others?

If you could change one canon thing from dsmp season 1, what would it be and why?

A character you think is underrated

Something canon about your c!sona

Your fav oc and lil bit of info about them.

A random thing you like that others often don’t.

Ok I think I added enough questions! Go wild!!! Love you Brick!!! Have a lollipop 🍭

HILOOO!! I LOVE BRICKETH DSFJGDSJDNF!!!

SDGHFDSJGCSDFDNF THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS I LOVE YOU!!

probably music when i'm actually writing, and sometimes shows/movies will spark aus ideas cause yk it's pretty easy to pick a plot from a movie/show subplot,,

read backwards!! it'd be cool because 1. i could learn to read backwards and 2. it'd make suspense & tension so much better! i love when characters in a horror movie slowly make sense of something written backwards :D

mm probably baking? idk i'm a very boring person irl so it has to be baking--i'm not very good at making baked goods look appealing but it always tastes really good :D and it's just fun to be in the kitchen and bake sdjjgdsdnf

uhuhuhuh g/t dsmp & horror,,,, is horror a fandom??? it is now!

ASKS AND COMMENTS!!! I LOVE READING THINGS!!! I WOULD RATHER HAVE 100 COMMENTS AND 1 REBLOG THAN 1 COMMENT AND 100 REBLOGS

mm time to get into this !! probably little streamer au, because that sparked an idea for an au where dream was tiny and george was human. then i wanted to ask ppl for prompts and then curiosity came from a prompt i got on a random prompt generator. at the time it wasn't g/t and was a normal fic following the same plot except wilbur was a lot friendlier and didn't trap tommy sdhjsdnf

marichat, it's so basic and so underrated, i get so hapy whenever i see the two of them together :D also for some reasons they're vibes are pretty cool. all of their scenes are nice

i used to color my pages when i was bored but then i stopped. so currently, i write in size 8 and my font is times new roman. aaand i write mainly on google docs, but sometimes i'll write on notes if im in a hurry (usually tho notes is for quick idea jots)

supermarket au will forever have a VERY special place in my heart and i looove supervillain and super...tiny? au, so i'm going to go with those two before i add more and never end my ramble sdjgjsdnf

alr for this i am not doing anyone elses fic and instead doing mine because 1. i don't think i could pick one and 2. if i did i don't think i have the heart to say cause i don't want to make anyone upset :'D SO from MY aus, my least favorite is probably my mlb au. the concept is amazing but worldbuilding is incredibly confusing and i keep changing the au plan,,,

MY GHOST FILES FIC!! I'M SATISFIED THAT I GOT SOME NOTES ON IT BC YEE THAT'S AWESOME BUT I HAD A LOT OF NOTES ON OTHER POSTS ABOUT IT, WHERE DID THOSE PPL GO??

hmm probably oh george. i knew it would do semi-well but i didn't expect it to get almost 100 notes--- the dsmp g/t fandom really likes dream apparently sejhgjsdnf

it depends, some of my wips are for me and won't be posted (looking at you non g/t fics) but my g/t fics are usually for other people, especially those gifts i give out. looking at my recent post i definitely think i like writing for other ppl tho

honestly (and this may be just because i haven't finished the lore yet) i think i would want tubbo to do the s1 ending. when he mentioned that he said he thought amnesia was lazy but it wasn't up to him, it makes me wonder what he'd come up with, because tubbo is a really smart guy when he needs to be

hbomb!! i don't watch him a lot and i've only seen him a bit in lore but so far all of the interactions with sbi in pogtopia era i really like hbomb :D

her home is very tidy despite her temper,,

i don't have too many ocs but my favorite is probably celina! i made her a while back with my friend a few years ago. basically the whole thing we did was celina is a "crazy lunatic nurse" get it? C(razy)eL(unatic)iN(urse)a i was pretty proud of that one lol. anyway the "lore" was just me and her doing a huge game of hide and seek in a roblox game asfdjgdfsjdnf. legit i was hunting her for about 4 hours

i genuinely have no idea-- maybe VORE?? i mean i have this little friend group on here that likes it and i'm in a community that likes it but if i walk up to someone irl and say "hey i like people eating other people alive :D" then i don't think it'd end well LMAO

THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THESE LOVELY QUESTIONS! HAVE A BRICK! HAVE TWO! 🧱🧱

#brickquiries #beckyu my beloved <33 #tw vore mention/implication

[softtransbf]

Fake Out, So Good Right Now, and Flu Game for Trent? c:

<3 ty for asking!

4: "Fake Out" - It’s 3 AM. What are you and your f/o doing at that time? Are you asleep? If you’re awake, what are you doing?

At 3 am, I'm asleep for sure. But if Trent's got a deadline or is just really excited about what he's working on, there's a very good chance he's up and writing, completely unaware of what time it is. But usually he looks up and realizes the time around 3-4, so that's when he'll come to bed. (Apparently when he does I'll wake up, swear at him for waking me up, and then cuddle up as close to him as I can possibly get. I never remember this when I wake up for real later)

6: "So Good Right Now" - Do you and your f/o live together? If you do, what does your place look like? If not, if you did move in together, what would your ideal place be?

No, we don't live together. Since I rent my place and he owns his, it'd be me moving in with him, which normally wouldn't affect much. But he's got split custody of his daughter, so me moving in is a HUGE step that we've talked about and agree we're not ready for yet. (When his ex wife has his daughter, though, we do spend basically every night together.) I was about her age when my mom moved us in with her partner at the time, and it was really hard for me. Her happiness is the most important thing- I'm perfectly happy taking things slow for her sake. His place is honestly ideal, though. One of those homes where you're like "yeah this is the house of a busy single father and a small child who love each other so very much". Not super messy, but definitely cluttered, and all the furniture is definitely more for durability and comfort than any sort of cohesive aesthetic. SO many books oh my god the walls are fuckin lined with them. Old books, new books, on every subject imaginable. You walk in and feel that it's not just a house, it's a home.

9: "Flu Game" - How open are you about your relationship? Do you prefer to keep it private, only tell a selective few about it, or do you let everyone know about your relationship?

We started out being super secretive about it, for a few reasons. Mostly a combination of the age gap and the fact that we are technically coworkers, but at first there also was a lot of consideration for Colin. He knew, of course, he was there when we met. But basically we wanted him to have control of the conversation about queerness in the club, if that makes sense. Us coming out would certainly start that conversation, which opens up the possibility for players to say some bad shit. Odds are slim that'd happen, but it is possible, and any homophobia among the team would affect Colin far more than either of us. He, obviously, wouldn't have to come out as well, but the three of us decided that we should keep it quiet until he was ready for that possibility. Well, that was the plan. But I'm terrible at hiding my feelings, so it didn't take long for Rebecca and Keeley to figure it out, and in getting advice from the Diamond Dogs, Trent had said a bit too much and they were all suspicious as well. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before Colin changed his mind and echoed a thought that Trent had posited at the very beginning- it might be better for us to be the guinea pigs of sorts, so that we'd be the on the receiving end of anything that could then be dealt with before Colin comes out. So that's what we did. Now we're all out and Trent and I are open about our relationship, and everything is really, really great ^_^

#we're richmond 'till we die #ask game #trentposting

[ratherbefangirling]

Hello again! Here are the informations you asked for, to make the scenario. And I want to genuinely thank you for patienly listened to me and put your time and effort in this. I really appreciate it♥

A. What inspires you or what are you passionate about?

Ans.

Well, making future plans and goals and how to accomplish them by thoroughly planning on that. I'm a person who knows what I want and like to go after that. And I like challenges/ healthy competition, when I compete with someone, that pushes me to do better every time.

I'm passionate about chess and music.

B. What do your friends or those close to you think about you?

Ans.

From one of my close one who knows me very well:- they find me as an Interesting person who is smart and intelligent. They also find me kind and soft spoken but definitely someone people don't wanna mess with. Someone who is very introverted person, a first learner, good listner, good at analysis, honest/straight forward, loyal. They also think I'm not someone who express their feelings. They think I have an amazing singning voice and very good at painting over all they think I'm creative. They think I'm a clean freak (I don't think I'm) they also add that I kinda give vibes like Ayanokoji from classroom of the elite + Near from death note (both are anime characters) , I have dark sense of humor.

One of my friend says:- I'm a very reserved person, usually I don't express myself that easily until and unless it is necessary, sensitive, introvert but friendly. I give off a really nice vibe once we are friends. Calm and kind hearted. They also find me very funny.

C. which is your favourite trope or classic or fairytale or a bts ship?

Ans.

Well, actually I don't have much knowledge on this so I searched it and come up with some which I like to read-

I really like friends/best friends to lovers trope

Stuck together trope

Sometimes strangers to lovers

Sometimes love triangle

Sometimes soul mate trope

Gazing in each others eye/looking away blushing(idk if it's a trope or not?)

There is only one bed (is this also a trope? I'm not sure)

Oh and I also enjoy vampire AU.

No, I don't like any BTS ships.

D. If it was the last day on earth and you had the freedom to do anything what would you do?

Ans.

It's kinda tricky question. I never thought about this and don't think I have a proper answer to give you. I don't know the reason why it's my last day on earth but I would definitely try to survive till my last breath.

And if I have the freedom to do anything then I will most likely develop a system which will improve this world, this society for the better future and unfold all the mysteries which is yet to discover and do the things which is needed to be done.

Thank you and take care! ♡

Hello Diya,

Thanks for cooperating with me, I'm glad I asked these questions because one they have really given me a better insight to your personality because who others think we are and what we think about ourselves may be very different. And second you seem to like learning things so I guess this is a chance. You have probably not been a fiction reader that long so welcome to the world of infinite possibilities.

Usually I would not do a very specific request but you've been very active so as to say like you reblog without me having to tell you and you took the initiative to ask about my reasoning which I really admire so I'm going to do this for you.

Hope you like it.

You met Jungkook at your cousins wedding. The affair was a high end invite only affair.

Apparently your cousin was marrying his older brother. When it's time to take photos, you try your best not to look his way in an effort to not make him uncomfortable because in that suit he had every bit of the appeal you'd expect from a superstar.

When your eyes do meet as you shuffle around according to the photographers instruction he smiles and you pass a polite one.

As the night wears on you both find yourselves in a corner food on your plates from the buffet. While you didn't eat a lot the food here was high quality and the perfect excuse to run away from all nosy relatives.

A look of understanding passes between you and Jungkook and as the night deepens so does your conversation.

Ultimately you have to leave so you don't think k much of it.

He had been going through a slump when he first met you but when his brother announced a baby shower he knew at least he wouldn't be alone alone but really he was just happy to meet you again. You just made his creative juices flow.

So you met and laughed and talked and even exchanged numbers because he needed to find his phone he thought he lost. It was in the coat that had been discarded since the very beginning in favor of karaoke.

The very next day you get a meme and its funny and then there is Jungkook who had thought of you when he saw it.

Even though later you learn sending him a text through his games might be more effective.

And then you're dating which starts very fancy very thrilling but ends up being with movies at one of your houses real quick.

Somehow not only does Jungkook confess before leaving for military but also hands you his house key

"What if I steal stuff?" You ask

"You already have stolen my hear I wonder what you'll find in there worth stealing."

But when you do see the state of his apartment, you begin to understand why he wasn't bothered except that he really trusts you.

Its a very disgruntled apartment.

With a variety of homeless objects. I say homeless because he has them stacked in the corner of his living room.

Paintings bought with joon. Cutlery set by jin. Mixing equipment gifted by yoongi. Colorful clothes by hobi and some from old sets. Jewellery made with Jimin. Plushie he won from beating Taehyung at an amusement park.

And not to mention mattresses everywhere.

He is slightly abashed and rubs the back of his neck.

"The lighting is soothing." You complement.

"It helps me relax." He replies.

You nod and then he orders takeout. Eating your fill and marveling how many calories Jungkook could consume and still maintain that waist.

You both lie down on the mattress. After he is done cleaning up.

"I love you." He confesses

And you might want to hold back the reply because of how uncertain the future seems. But you look into his bright eyes and the teasing smile and maybe at the lip piercing.

"I love you too."

#bts fanfic #bts au #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarios #bts ship game #bts ship game 2.0

[lythea-creation]

Escape - Touka Kirishima x fem Kaneki reader

summary: Being the twin of a half-ghoul and in love with an actual ghoul isn't exactly the safest way to live for a mere human. Will you decide to escape when you're confronted with that reality?

warnings: throwing up, kinda torture, pretty angsty, it's Tokyo Ghoul (come on)

word count: 2.285

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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As my last university lecture had been canceled, I decided to visit my brother and get myself a delicious coffee at the Antique. But when I walked through the park my plans suddenly changed.

Touka was sitting on a blanket across from a girl I did not know. I was irritated to see them having a picnic.

My (e/c) eyes met Touka's violet ones and the world seemed to fade away for a moment.

Our staring stopped when the other girl started talking to her.

I brushed it off and continued my way but was taken off guard by the other girl's loud voice: “Hey, (f/n)! Why don't you join us?”

Surprised and completely overwhelmed I moved over to them. Considering that this girl was yelling through the park she would not let me go away easily anyway.

Hesitantly I looked down at the duo, not sure if it was actually fine to sit down and join them.

Touka apparently noticed my insecurity and inched a bit to the side to give me more space.

“Hi! I'm Yoriko Kosaka, Touka's best friend”, she introduced herself energetically.

“I'm (f/n) Kaneki”, I said smiling softly at her.

Honestly I did not know why I had ended up in such a situation. Touka and I had never even done anything together outside of Antique, although we did come along well.

“You don't have to join us if you don't want to”, Touka clarified.

Yoriko hit Touka's arm in a scolding manner whispering: “You can't say something like this. You'll make her feel unwelcome.”

I could not help but laugh. It was odd to see Touka being treated so casually.

Yoriko was visibly relieved about my reaction. She spread several delicious looking dishes in front of us. “Feel free to eat anything you like. I made more than enough anyway”, Yoriko offered.

“Thanks. That's really kind”, I replied trying some of the food that tasted even better than it looked.

But I was worried about Touka. What was she supposed to do with all the food placed in front of her?

“So how did you two get to know each other?”, Yoriko wondered.

“Oh, nothing spectacular. My brother works at the same coffee shop as Touka”, I explained.

“You have a brother?! I always wanted to have siblings! Is there a huge age gap between the both of you?”, she questioned.

“Yoriko, you should calm down”, Touka scolded her.

“Ken is two minutes older than me. But most people guess that I'm the older twin”, I proclaimed.

That made Yoriko talk non-stop.

After a while Touka excused herself to search for a restroom.

I secretly watched her before vanishing there myself. Luckily no one else was here.

“Touka, you have to let it out”, I reminded her.

“That's none of your business”, she snapped at me, though her voice sounded pained.

“You're only going to hurt yourself”, I declared.

“I don't care. Yoriko made this food for me. I won't throw it up”, she resisted.

“Just because your body can't handle the food, doesn't mean you don't appreciate it. Yoriko wanted to make you happy, right? If you sit here suffering because of her food, that's the exact opposite of Yoriko's wishes.”

As Touka stayed silent I continued: “It's not your fault, Touka. Throwing the food up, won't turn you into a bad friend or a monster. You shouldn't punish yourself because your body doesn't work the way you want it to. If you could tell her Yoriko would understand. It would hurt her to see you suffer like that.”

Fortunately my words had the right effect and made her through up.

When she unlocked the door and left the stall, she pulled out a toothbrush and paste and began brushing her teeth.

After finishing, Touka eyed me in a strange way before returning to Yoriko.

“You two really have to like hanging around each other considering how long you made me wait”, Yoriko considered.

“Sorry”, I apologized sheepishly.

“Don't worry about it. I'm glad that Touka has at least one more friend. Her social skills aren't the best after all”, Yoriko chuckled.

“And I'm the mean one”, Touka stated sarcastically making us laugh.

When the sun started setting we decided to go home, although Touka and I went to Antique.

On the way Touka suddenly pushed me into an abandoned alleyway.

“You should stop that”, she advised me.

“Stop what?”, I replied confused.

“Hanging out at the Antique, being around ghouls all the time”, she enlightened me.

“You want me to stay away from Ken, you and the others?”, I questioned irritated.

“Exactly. You've no clue what you're getting yourself into. A few hours ago you told me that throwing up Yoriko's food wouldn't turn me into a monster. But you forgot one important fact. I already am a monster”, she claimed.

My head shook automatically. “No, you're not. Not all ghouls are monsters.”

Touka pinned me against the wall of a building and activated her kakugan.

My breathing quickened on its own as our faces were barely inches apart.

Touka did not know that I had a crush on her. Instead my reaction only confirmed her suggestion that I was too naive and actually just realized that I was afraid of her.

Her kagune painted everything behind her red as I could see nothing in the background but her red wing(s).

“You want to scare me off? Then what about Yoriko?”, I asked her, desperately trying to calm down.

“That's a different story. She doesn't know anything about my true identity and I'm the only ghoul she actively interacts with”, Touka proclaimed.

“What do you expect me to do? It's not like I could just disappear. Ken is my twin and he has already become famous throughout the ghouls and the CCG. I can't escape anyway”, I resonated.

Touka was obviously upset.

“If you want me to leave you alone I'll do it. But why did you let me join your picnic then?”, I wondered.

“Yoriko just asked me if I knew you and then invited you. It's not like it's been my decision”, she mumbled.

“You could have lied or told me to leave. Usually you're reckless in relation to other people's emotions”, I recalled.

Touka glared at me. Was that her last resort?

“I never asked you or your brother to enter my life, okay? You pretend to know my situation and feelings, but you know nothing! I'll never get the chance to live the life of a human”, she exclaimed.

“What do you think is so great about being a human? You consider yourself a monster. But there simply is no species that is more of a monster than humans”, I shot back.

She froze. Her face obviously revealed her shock.

“Maybe I don't know what it's like to be a ghoul. And you're right that I practically know nothing about you, but it's the same for you. You always dream of being a human without really knowing how it is.” The volume of my voice decreased during my accusation.

I gently pushed Touka away and walked without thinking about directions. I was not in the mood to go to the Antique anymore.

By now darkness had settled over the city. In the distance I could see the street lights illuminating the crowd on the main street.

Suddenly I felt my back forcefully hitting a wall.

“You smell strange”, a low voice stated.

My body hurt from the impact of the kick my stomach had taken, but I did not need to be a genius to know that a ghoul was standing in front of me.

“Who are you? What are you?”, the ghoul asked me.

I had never seen him before. At least he did not seem to be one of the mindless predators. Otherwise I would have been long dead.

I forced myself back to my feet.

Hoping that Touka would search for me was the only option I had right now. So I had to get more time.

A loud cracking sound and an awful pain ripped me out of my thoughts as a scream left my lips. Unfortunately the scream was swallowed by the many cornered streets surrounding me. There was no chance to tell from which direction it had come.

“If I ask you a question, you answer. Got that?”, the ghoul growled letting go of my now broken left arm.

I nodded while suppressing my tears.

The ghoul buried his face in my hair and inhaled my scent deeply.

Everything inside of me screamed to flee. But that was impossible.

“So?”, the ghoul drew my attention back to him.

“I'm a mere human”, I answered slightly out of breath from the incredible pain.

“That would have been my guess too, considering how delicate you are. But something about you is different. Tell me”, he demanded leaving my hair alone.

“Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about”, I lied.

Although I was scared, I had to protect the people of the Antique.

The ghoul became furious burying his nails in my right arm and left hip making me wince.

“Don't lie to me! How did you survive an encounter with a ghoul just shortly before I met you?”, he spit out shaking me brutally.

“What? She's a ghoul?!”, I faked dismay.

I hated the way my voice was shaking and yet I could not help it.

Suddenly the ghoul broke down pulling me with him as his claws were still resting inside of me.

“Idiot”, Touka murmured as she cut off the fingers of the ghoul instead of pulling his claws out of me to prevent me from bleeding out.

Her frame appeared to be blurry.

“Don't dare to pass out!”, she threatened me and pulled me into her arms.

I listened to her heartbeat as she carried me toward Antique.

“It's so great to be a human”, I groaned sarcastically coughing up a bit of blood.

“That's why I told you to get away”, Touka shot back.

“As if that … would solve … the problem”, I responded. “Isn't it hard for you … to carry my bleeding form? I have to smell like a feast … to you”, I assumed.

“Stop this nonsense!”, she shouted angrily.

I smiled tiredly at her. “But I knew that you would come for my rescue … You're the safest place for me.”

Her grip around me tightened slightly.

I felt myself getting weaker leading my hands to hold onto Touka's shirt.

“I don't want to die”, I whispered, silent tears flowing down my cheeks.

“And you won't. Just stay conscious”, Touka encouraged me.

Her pace had already developed into running.

“Touka?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stand still for a moment, please?”

“I thought you didn't want to die?”

“Please”, I begged her.

She slowed down before coming to a complete hold, careful not to shake me too much.

I forced myself up a bit to be on eye level with her.

Concern was evident in her eyes, which was rare for her to show.

I gathered all my courage and strength and kissed her. It was short. But for this moment I felt full of life again.

Touka looked at me surprised when I pulled back.

“You should start running again”, I considered.

Touka was fast. That was something I had gotten to know very early. But I had never seen her run this fast before.

When we arrived at the Antique it had already closed. So there were no customers to horrify with my awful state.

The shocked gasps and Ken's worried voice were the last things I heard before finally passing out.

When I came back to my senses, pain was the first thing I felt.

Thankfully the curtains of the room I was in had been closed.

“(f/n)”, Ken's soft concerned voice reached my ears.

He was sitting next to me eyeing me carefully.

I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up.

Ken immediately stopped me, telling me to rest.

“How much time has passed?”, I wondered my throat feeling uncomfortably sore.

Ken helped me drink some water before answering: “Two days.”

“Touka ...”

“Is at school”, he answered my unspoken question.

“Actually skipped school”, Touka corrected him as she entered the room.

“Ken. Could you leave us alone for a moment, please?”, I requested.

He nodded. “Of course.”

None of us knew how to start after Ken had left the room. So for a while we simply looked at each other in silence.

“Touka, I'm sorry. Kissing you in such a moment after already being rejected … I didn't really give you a chance to turn me down. It's been selfish and unfair”, I recognized.

All of a sudden Touka kissed me passionately. It was way more intense than our first one and filled with countless emotions.

“You really got yourself into this now. Too late to escape”, Touka warned me. “I'm not going to let you walk around on your own again. You know that, right?”

“I think I can handle that”, I stated smiling.

From that day on Touka and I spent every free minute together. The thought of escaping never crossed my mind for a second as I had never been so happy in my entire life.

#tokyo ghoul #touka kirishima x fem reader #lgbtqia + #angst #kaneki reader #ghoul attack #blood #injuries #college reader #romance #human reader #violence

[anonanimal]

more witch from mercury thoughts post ep 18

what if all the stuff people have projected onto suletta comes true: if she's really an enhanced person, if she's really an orphan, if she's the thing sophie felt in the data storm. all this could become true depending on how the plot goes, e.g. if prospera dies, well, she'll be an orphan then

i concur with what others have said that it makes sense for them to explore having multiple pilots in one mobile suit as a way to dilute the physical load of piloting, pacrim style

this redditor is right...words i hate to say... if the show is leading us toward the conclusion that delling rembran is a good guy somehow i'm going to kill. jk there's no way we're getting "delling actually good guy" reveal because even the best possible version of delling is still a man who was president of a huge quasi-governmental coalition of weapons manufacturers that have been actively, directly engaged with destroying the earth and oppressing its inhabitants. also on the personal level there's the whole dueling game arranged marriage thing. delling redemption arc maybe. he and guel can start a redeemed character support group

ep 18 was more suletta suffering + setup and oooooh my god this trip to earth is going to go so bad. the way prospera said "take aerial?" not even trying to pretend she doesn't want miorine to take aerial. it's gonna be so bad. no miorine you can't show up to this conflict that's older than you and just ask everyone to get along without bringing something material to the table. miorine has been shown to be smarter than expected so maybe she's actually winning at 5d chess against prospera but let's be honest. i doubt it. she's still just a kid. the very position she's in right now, she was manipulated into. prospera scheming with shaddiq who wants to be president of the group + this trip is going to be sabotaged to tank miorine's chances. but that's not the only motivation, polling or early voting or whatever those numbers were showed shaddiq was going to win anyway. he doesn't need to ruin this just to win, he needs to inflame the earth-space conflict as part of his overall plan which is apparently to destroy the benerit group. not sure how this peace talk turning into a bloodbath will help prospera with quiet zero but i'm sure we'll find out

i really thought whatever was left of eri's consciousness loved suletta, this ep raises so many questions. was she also doing a shoo the dog to suletta or...what? WHAT IS GOING ON. the way prospera asked eri for her opinion on what to do with suletta was s c a r y don't tell me eri is calling some or all of the shots. or is prospera manipulating her by letting her think she has a say

secelia being behind the haro confessional pffffffft utena black rose arc anyone?

oh and el5n just telling nika and norea everything lmfaooo i'm so looking forward to whatever the house arrest three do next

i'm gonna revise my idea that eri died soon after the vanadis incident and say based on her appearing a bit older than four in some instances like the opening or ending (can't remember which), and most tellingly the flashback where prospera is slumped over comatose eri while apparently-suletta is in a bassinet, she'd lived for a few years after. and there was a brief time suletta was alive while eri was. which means prospera started the cloning shit before eri had even died. so it wasn't just prospera going crazy with grief trying to bring her back, but maybe anticipating her death and getting started on some kind of replacement body / key to raise the mobile suit's permet score. since it's confirmed all the gund-bits are clones, and there was not enough time for prospera to give birth to 13 children, prospera had access to sufficiently advanced cloning tech to grow them in fishtanks or whatever. it's possible suletta wasn't a clone and prospera artificially inseminated herself with nadim's frozen sperm...somehow...but come on. eri did say "you're all repli-humans" with no buts

prospera got help with the cloning from notrette right...suletta a clone just like those tomatoes...miorine's dead mother continues to haunt the narrative

oh god suletta please don't take "you were a key and we don't need you anymore now that the door is open" to heart and decide to find a way to...close the door

miorine's so good at keeping her business face on i almost forgot delling is still in a coma. mio do not make this ill-advised trip to earth, go sit by delling's side and cry or something. please. anything but what's about to happen

#gundamposting

[munsonsduchess]

I am back Duchess. I am going to claim an emoji so you know when it is me, and considering I spill all the tea, I'll choose this ☕ (which may or may not be coffee but).

So it is i, who am I? Remember the anon who made out with the guy, who had a friend who liked that guy but was married, and that she had tried to push me to a different guy (Jake) until that guy was a little bit creepy? Yeah hi its me. I mentioned how I was visiting my friend, and she was gonna throw a party?

Well I've taken a few days to process everything. And now im here.

So 1) not quite a party but people were around and we all did hang out. 2) there was a new guy, but not the one my friend wanted me to meet. No, no, no. New guy, going to call Aaron, works with her husband and was invited by her husband. He is nice i guess? I didnt talk to him one on one much, but he was very rambunctious. Apparently, my friend thinks he likes me. I declined for her to give this guy my number. At the end of the night, he shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me. It ended awkwardly because he kept holding my hand and I just kind of nodded. My friend thinks there could be potential, I disagree. 3) the guy she wanted to introduce me to, we will call Brad. Brad sounds like a bad idea. Thus the name Brad, as thats the last guy I tries dating and it was a bad idea.

Why is Brad a bad idea? Well well well, thank GOD he was not there. Because, if he was, I probably would have had a meltdown. Why? Turns out HE IS RELATED TO THE GUY I MADE OUT WITH (we are going to go through the ABCs so the dude i made out with is going to be Cole, if I make it all the way to Jake I will probably cry so there is A, B, C and J im) yes. Brad is related to Cole. I did not know that. They don't look relatively alike to me. Regardless, apparently they are. Not only that, but my Friend was telling me about Brad. Brad goes to a wine club once a month, he's in a book club, and he apparently likes those cheese and meet board things. Now, I like books, however I cant stand wine. Hate it. Its too dry. I'd much rather have vodka or a good bourbon. My Friend knows this. Apparently also, as I saw some messages between them two, he calls his mom every day as well as is planning to start online gaming? And eventually quit their job to do fulltime? Which, I do not care for either of those (being a grown adult and having to call your parent every day is something im not keen on). I also am not keen on someone quitting their job just to be an online gamer (but that may because i have talked to a few guys like that before and they have all screwed me over).

thankfully, Brad was not there. Going to point 4) Cole. Guy I made out with. He was there briefly before having to go to work. We didn't get a chance to talk but he smiled and waved at me, also blushed whilst doing. This man has gotten more fine. I hate myself. He was more attractive this time then last and I hate it. I walked to the kitchen to get a snack but had gotten stopped by someone,, and he slid by me as he was leaving, and gently moved me to the side, putting his hands on my hips. We looked into each other's eyes and we both smiled and blushed. The person who stopped me made a comment on the chemistry between us. So that made me awkward.

So long story short, nothing at all happened. My Friend may or may not have brought Cole up multiple times, making me wonder if she still likes Cole. Oh and her husband broke up a fight between two drunk people and kicked them out, that was very entertaining but I have 0 clue what their names were or how they knew them.

So that is the update for now.

It took me a while to get around to this but I am ready to spill the tea.

This is wild honestly

Aaron seems. Nice. That’s about all I can say on that front, the hand holding thing is a little weird but maybe he’s just not great with social cues. Who knows

Brad however. Oh. Those are some big old red flags. The fact that you guys do not seem to have anything in common but books, the whole online gaming as a career thing. There’s a reason why that doesn’t work out for most people. You have to do your full time job and make online gaming your full time job to even get anywhere.

I used to live with someone who quit their full time job for the same reason. Their whole thing was that they were going to be a streamer and get so much money, they were gonna get so hot and then everyone would sub to them and yeah. No.

Look a shark coochie board is just a boujee lunchable for adults. That’s all it is. I will stand by that. It’s cheese, meat and crackers. It’s a lunchable.

I mean it’s nice(?) that he calls his mum so often. A bad relationship with parents for seemingly no reason is a big red flag of mine so the fact that he’s got a decent relationship with his mum seems like a good thing to me.

The whole related to Cole thing is a minefield. I would stay so clear of that. For your own sanity.

Your friend bringing up Cole a lot makes me think she’s trying to suss out what your feelings are for him so she can figure her own stuff out based on what you say. Again. Minefield.

Seems like it was one hell of a gathering tho.

#☕️ anon #duchess answers questions 💌 #the drama of it all

[ley-med]

*me leaving X hospital after a spending a terrible day there on practice*

I will never set foot in this hospital again. And if I happen to be a patient please take me to any other hospital, this is worse than death

*me a year later, seeing an ad looking for traumatology anesthesiologist residents (my dream job) for X hospital*

But what if it wasn't so terrible after all...

#medblr #final year med student #thankfully i have impulse control in the form of my fiancé #so far i resisted applying #i know application doesn't mean i have to go there #but tbh i have a fairly sure place at my dream hospital as a traumatology anesthesiologist resident #and also have a plan B where I have an absolutely sure place if plan A fails #and i had a plan c bit apparently they don't want me so oh well #anyway there's no need to tempt myself like this

[levi-txliesiin]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

#vig's writing #uservignette #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kaz brekker #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows fic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows #soc fanfic #grishaverse fandom #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse fic #grishaverse imagine #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #kaz brekker x you #kaz x y/n #kaz x you

[sevmch]

hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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