#and i want to wear them outside SO BAD but its raining :( and dark :(((

[mattynmarns]

scheduled an appointment with my advisor AND signed up for an extra class to get support on my CS classes basically i WILL survive this next quarter even if it kills me!!!!!!!

#new years resolutions: 1. learn to juggle 2. take back control of my academics YIPPEE #and 3. work out more or whatever ig #ALSO 4. STOP SAYING IT COULD BE WORSE!!! literally have had the worst luck lately and it only continues bc i almost got in a car accident #because my car (that i love so much and just got back today) couldn't get enough traction and wouldnt go when I turned onto a busy road #and 5. read more books or whatever #ok. hockey is back tomorrow i will be SO normal once again #also i got a new nail polish so i am a lilac guy just like auston this is so epic #ALSO!!! i got roller blades AND ice skates for christmas!!! literally so excited i keep putting the roller blades on around the house #and i want to wear them outside SO BAD but its raining :( and dark :((( #hope yall have had a nice week <3 #heckin rants

[st6rrrs]

Could you please maybe do a Theodore Nott fic where he’s ghost face?

DONT MAKE A NOISE || GHOST FACE THEODORE X FEM READER

summary: there has been murders around Hogwarts recently, People say they have seen a person in a ghost mask, you would have never expected the person behind it al.

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon?, blood, murder, violence, hair yanking, cursing, oral sex(m receiving), etc..

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this, im sorry if this is bad. short! rushed

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"Theo what if this ghostface person comes after you or me?" you sigh "im scared."

people have reported seeing a person in all black wearing a ghost mask. This person has already killed 4 people and you were scared that you and your best friend theo would be next.

"Dont worry i wont let anyone hurt you, ever."

you asked theo if he could sleep in your dorm room tonight because your roommate was with her boyfriend and you didn't want to sleep alone. You and theo were cuddling on your bed but you fell asleep..

you awaken due to the loud thunder storms and rain outside you look over to check on theo but hes gone?

"theo?" you immediately get up to see if he's still here but it was to dark. You get up to turn on the lights but they wouldn't turn on, maybe the power was out due to the storm.

you go to grab your phone on the nightstand and check the time 2:58am.

you were about to text theo but you see his phone on the nightstand also so decide your gonna go look for him because this isn't like him.

you go to the flash on your phone and turn it on

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"theo! are you out here?"

you been out here for a while looking for him, you were just about to turn back around and go back to your dorm but thats when u heard something, you get goosebumps.

you turn the corner and you immediately go pale. You see a dead boy on the floor with blood all over him and stab wounds, above him was that ghostface mask staring at you. the boy on the ground didn't look like theo thank god

you drop your phone and run as fast as you can to your dorm. right when your at your door you get pushed inside and hit your head on the wall. you groan out in pain and you feel something dripping down your head you go to touch it and its red.

you hear the door lock and suddenly you feel the ghostface grab you by your hair forcing you too your knees.

"please dont hurt me" you sobbed

he didn't respond all he did was unbuckle his pants that had blood all over them and pulled them down. You could see his hard on thru his boxers, you sobbed even more knowing what was bound to happen.

he released himself from his boxers his cock hitting your cheek. he then put a knife to your throat pushing it into your skin making you whine.

he opened your mouth with his fingers and forced his cock into your mouth moving your head back and forth stretching your mouth out.

you repeatedly gag on his cock, tears running down your cheeks. You drooled in the corner of your lips. His fingers raked through your hair Pulling at it as he thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you feel him twitch in your mouth knowing he's close.

he releases in your mouth with a loud groan. He takes his cock out your mouth and covers your mouth with your hand and squeezes your nose shut so he can make sure you swallow.

you ended up swallowing because you couldn't breath. he grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto the bed and he gets on top of you the mask staring you in the face.

you feel weak from the amount of blood you lost when u hit that wall

your barely awake when u feel him take your shorts off and then pull your panties down your legs. He then rubs his cock through your folds and pushes himself into you and all you could do was lay there and take it.

"no stop" you moaned out trying to push him off but he just grabs your wrist together and pins them above your head slowly thrusting into you, he groans while speeding up.

hes thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace now, Your eyes were shut tight

"dont close your eyes on me now" he whispers in your ear while pounding into you, you realize that's the first thing he said to you all night.

"your taking my cock so well" he groans in your ear "so fucking tight"

He sounds familiar?

you feel that pit in your stomach that you shouldn't be having but your body betrays you.

your body tensing and toes curling as you come undone around him

he pulls himself back once more slamming himself inside of you while his dick twitches inside of you. you feel his cum shooting inside of you.

before he had a chance to stop you, you grab a hold of his mask and you pull it off...

this was rushed.

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#smut #slytherin boys #theodore nott #ghostface smut #theodore x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #ghostface x y/n

[babybluebex]

Hi!! this is my first ask so sorry if its bad! I was wondering if you could do either Robert Fischer or Raymond leon with somno??if your uncomfortable with that you don't have too, sorry😭

oooh yes i can *rubs little devious hands together* warnings for somonophilia/dubcon content, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, this is sorta dark you've been warned

When you looked at him, his face glowed. Golden sunlight glinted off of his high cheekbones, dewy with perspiration, his black hair falling into his crystalline eyes as he hovered over you. His lips were touching yours, but not kissing you, letting you take in every single one of his breaths as he hissed them in and sighed them out. Every time you had sex, Robert acted like it was the first damn time, and you raked your fingers back through his hair. 

“Oh, shit,” he whispered as you gently tugged on the ends of his hair. His hips stuttered as he struggled to control himself, his arms wavering a bit, and you smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back, and he said, “M’not gonna last much longer.” 

“That’s okay,” you told him. “I don’t care.” 

Robert chuckled, and he readjusted his hands by your head before pushing inside you again, his cock throbbing against your velvet walls. “My good girl,” he whispered, capturing your bottom lip between his and kissing it softly. “God, fuck, what a good pussy. Gonna make me cum so quick. You want it, baby?” 

“Yes!” you whimpered. Your legs went tight around his hips, and you tugged him closer to you, and Robert moaned again, broken from his chest like he couldn’t stop it. “Fuck, Rob, want it so bad.”

“Where do you want it?” Robert asked. “You want it inside? Want me to knock you up?” 

You didn’t even hesitate before you said, “Please!” 

Robert hummed as he fucked you hard, hearing you moan and cry as he pushed you to your limit. “Fuck,” he whispered, finally sealing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, and you felt warmth grow in your belly. You were going to cum quickly, and you grabbed your lover’s shoulders, digging in your fingernails to try to ground yourself. Despite that, though, you felt weightless, unable to keep yourself on earth, and Robert said, “C’mon, baby, just a little more… Wish I could see your eyes.” 

Confusion struck you. “What?” you asked. “M-My eyes are open.”

“So fucking wet,” Robert continued as if he didn’t hear you, mumbling under his breath, but you could hear it. “Jesus, you’ve never felt like this before… Oughta do this more often.” 

“Do what?” you asked. “Robbie? What’re you talking about?” 

Robert shushed you gently, kissing your lips again, and he said, “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of you.” His words echoed off the walls, burying into your skin, and you whimpered as his grip tightened on your hips, pinning you down into the bed. Behind him, you could see the window, and you gritted your teeth when you realized that the sunshine that had been turning Robert into a golden god had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with rain; heavy, windy, loud. 

“I’m dreaming,” you realized gently. You looked at your lover, watching his face soften above you, and you asked, “Robert, am I dreaming?” 

“Oh, baby,” Robert whispered. “You were.” 

Suddenly, the world skewed. You felt a change in your chest as the rain outside scattered sideways, and the glass of water on your side table slid onto the floor. In fact, everything was turning to one side, as if the gravity in the room had suddenly changed, and you clutched Robert. “Baby,” you mumbled into his neck. Nothing deterred him, and he kept fucking into you, faster and harder than before, chasing his finish. “Baby!” 

And then, a snap, and your eyes flew open. The bedroom was dark, the city outside asleep with the late time, but your focus was on Robert. He was panting above you, still wearing his day clothes— his braces were pulled from his shoulders and his pants were shoved down his thighs, like he had been in an awful hurry to get inside you. His cock was in his hand, gripping it tightly but not moving, and his chest heaved as his eyes slipped open. “Fuck,” he whispered, and he licked his lips. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Wh-What…?” you mumbled, confused and disoriented. A dream. You had been dreaming of Robert fucking you but, by all accounts, the wetness between your legs and Robert’s unkempt appearance, he actually had been. You looked down at yourself and found yourself leaking his cum, a little smeared over your clit, and your legs instinctually closed. “Were you…? But I was asleep.”

“Yeah,” Robert said, loosening his tie as he tucked himself back into his pants. “You said you’d wait up for me, but I got home and you were asleep. And a man has needs, sweetheart.” 

#bex answers #anon ask #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #robert fischer #robert fischer x reader

[leonrot]

— Accidental Intruder

Summary: With Leon away for work the storm outside bothers you more than it usually would. The sounds you hear downstairs however scare you more than the storm ever could.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Tags: thoughts/assumptions of a break in, reckless handling of a knife, hurt/comfort, pet names (sweetheart, baby), established relationship

A/N: ok so,,, this man has been plaguing my life for weeks now, then this idea popped into my head, now here we are. this is my first time using tumblr in years so please bare with me as i figure this shit out lmfao. i kinda sorta proofread this so if you find anything i missed or tags need to be added lemme know! also i wrote this at 3 am so if stuff doesn't make sense... my bad LOL

When you and Leon had first started dating he had warned you that his job would keep him away more frequently than what’s considered normal for a romantic relationship.

“As long as you come back to me in one piece, I don’t mind.” You had told him. You had meant what you said, at least… mostly meant it.

It was times like this that maybe you had been lying just a tiny bit.

It was storming outside, waves of rain pelting the walls of the house you share with Leon. The power had gone out a few hours ago, the rage of the storm knocking it out only a few minutes after the rain had started. The lightning was bright as it ignited your room in a faint blue hue in random intervals, the following thunder roaring so loud it’s been shaking the entire house.

Usually you find comfort in storms like this, but with the power out and the knowledge that you’re home alone so late at night you can’t help the fear that surges through your body with every crack of thunder and every new wave of pounding rain.

You’re curled up in bed, wrapped up in the dark blue comforter that adorns the bed. A resounding clap of thunder has your eyes squeezing shut, a tremor working its way through your body. You wished Leon was here with you, murmuring his reassuring words in your ear, holding you tight against his chest. He’s told you thousands of times throughout your relationship that he would always keep you safe and in this moment all you want is him to do just that, keep you safe against this storm that sounds like it’s trying to shred its way into your house and whisk you away in a drowning and overbearing wave.

He’s away for work and the message you had woken up to early this morning had told you he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, maybe the day after.

“Get a grip..” You mutter to yourself, clenching and unclenching your fists that are wrapped up tightly in the blanket. The sound of rain fills the room like staticky, white noise and you huff, annoyed at how fearful you are of something that’s never bothered you until now. Throwing the blankets off your body you slide out of bed, tensing at the low rumble of thunder.

“Stop being a baby.” You chide yourself. “You’ve never been afraid of storms, don’t start being afraid of them now. It’s just some rain.”

You shuffle into the bathroom, the old gray hoodie of Leon’s you’re wearing keeping you warm against the chill of the house. Turning the faucet to cold you run your hands under the water, letting the water drench your hands. Running your now wet hands over your face you use the cold water to help calm your nerves. It starts to work, until the floorboards downstairs creak. The fear you were trying to ease rears its head, stronger than it previously was.

The sound of heavy footsteps traipsing across the floor of the living room has your heartbeat picking up speed, the rhythmic thump thump thump echoing in your ears.

Someone's in the house.

Fear thrums violently throughout your body, bottom lip quivering as you suck in a quiet breath. You're unmoving, terror rendering you frozen where you stand. The house falls silent for a moment—save for the sound of the rain—before the footsteps pick up again, louder this time. Whoever is in your house is heading for the stairs.

You feel tears start to pool in your eyes as all the worst possible scenarios invade your thoughts. Forcing yourself to move you dart back into the bedroom. You race towards Leon’s side of the bed, dropping into a squat as you fumble with the bottom of the mattress, grabbing the knife you know he keeps stashed there. Gripping the handle tightly you move towards the bedroom closet, slipping quietly behind the door, holding the combat knife closely to your chest.

The intruder makes their way up the stairs, footfalls echoing through the hallway. You suck in a quiet, sharp breath as the door to the bedroom opens. The tears you're trying so hard to keep quiet are trickling down your cheeks, your bottom lip held tightly between your teeth in an attempt to stay silent and undetected. Knowledge that your phone is on the bed somewhere in the mess of blankets, the only thing you could possibly reach help on, leaves you shaking even harder.

The person trudges around the bedroom, boots scuffling against the hardwood floor. Stuff sounds like it’s being moved around, something being dropped on the floor as well as the sound of something dropping onto one of the bedside tables in the room. The intruder stops walking, the sound of their steps leading you to believe they're at least by the bathroom.

Just when you think the intruder is going to leave after finding no one in the house, the sound of footsteps are heading your way. The closet door swings open and then you're screaming, bringing the knife you have held close to your body towards the person in front of you, eyes shut tightly in fear. A hand wraps around your wrist, overpowering your strength. 

“Sweetheart!” A familiar voice yells, startling you so bad you let go of the knife, not even registering the sound of it clashing to the floor. Eye’s flying open, you look up, meeting Leon’s gaze.

“What the hell are you doing?” Leon questions, his voice a melting pot of confusion, anger at having a knife swung his way, and immense worry for his terrified lover.

“I-I thought someone broke—,” You heave, sobbing at this point, “broke into the house!”

Leon quickly bends down and grabs at the knife, sliding it across the floor away from the two of you so there’s no danger of stepping on it. Attention back on you he reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his t-shirt clad chest. His lean arms are tight around your body, encompassing you in the feeling of safety you always miss when Leon’s away.

“The storm was fr-freaking me out,” You suck in a hiccuping breath, trying desperately to calm down. Your face is hidden in the curve of his neck, your words almost inaudible. “Thought wiping m-my face with cold water would ca-calm me down..”

Leon runs his hands up and down your sides, face pressed into the soft locks on top of your head. “Breathe, baby. Follow my breathing.” He makes a point of taking noticeable breaths.

Little by little your sobbing dwindles until stray tears are dripping off your chin and you're able to breathe normally with only a few hiccups lingering.

“I could hear you downstairs, but I didn't know it was you. I grabbed your knife from under the mattress and hid in the closet, I didn't know what else to do.”

“Oh sweetheart…” Leon presses a kiss into your hair, hands still trailing up and down your sides. “C’mon, let's go to bed.”

He leads you to the bed, stopping at the edge of it to undress down to his briefs as you climb into the bed. Leon slips under the covers after you, arms snaking around your waist to pull you into his embrace. The warmth of his bare chest helps ease your frayed nerves as you rest your cheek against his shoulder, side pressed flush against him. The arm not wedged between the two of you slides over his stomach, seeking to be even closer to him than you already are.

The storm that was scaring you earlier was helping in calming you down now that you have Leon here, the thunder not as scary as Leon’s strong heartbeat fills your ears.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I saw the blankets all bunched up on the bed and figured you were burrowed beneath them, I didn’t even think to check to see if I was right. I just assumed you were asleep.” He murmurs, the kiss he presses to your temple an extension of his apology.

“You didn’t scare me on purpose..” Your words come out mumbled as the adrenaline in your system starts to ease, leaving you feeling tired.

“Doesn’t matter, I still scared you.”

You yawn, burying your head further into his shoulder. If it’s uncomfortable for him he doesn’t say so and even if he did, you probably wouldn’t move. He’s far too comfortable and you’ve missed him so much that he’s going to have to deal with you seeking closeness now that he’s back.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.”

Leaning up you press a kiss to his jaw before you settle back down, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t forget to pick up your knife in the morning.”

His low, baritone laugh rumbles in his chest, drawing a small smile to your lips. You barely hear Leon’s words as you succumb to the warmth of him seeping into your skin and the sleep overtaking your body.

“I won’t.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy drabbles #leon kennedy imagines #resident evil #resident evil drabbles #resident evil imagines #resident evil leon kennedy

[muffinsin]

Hey, back with more Dani love!

Could I request dani getting caught in a snowstorm, maybe she went out to retrieve something from duke or stayed out hunting later than she should have, and a villager s/o with g!p finds her huddling for warmth? They bring Dani back to their cabin to help her, warm her up and patch up any injuries. Dani wants to thank her savior a little more intimately, but at first the villager tries not to give into temptation due to fearing what the Lady of the castle would do to them for. Of course, Dani is relentless and won’t leave until she’s properly thanked her savior.

Absolutely! No one can resist this vixen for long ;)

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Daniela shivers and ducks her head slightly at the first, loud crackle in the sky.

She shrieks at more, and gasps at distant lightning. The redhead swarms carefully, up a tree and into the sky. The castle-

She frowns unhappily; how has she gotten so far away? The castle towers shimmer in the distance, so far away. It will take her a good half an hour, if not 40 minutes to get there. It’s time she doesn’t have.

Daniela quickly lowers herself on the ground again at the next sound of thunder. She gasps when cold raindrops hit her hooded head.

She realises fast, she only has limited time left before the storm that is bound to show. Daniela mentally face palms herself; now she’s going to have to listen to Bela scolding her for going out when the blonde predicted the bad weather.

Another strike of loud thunder. Daniela gasps again. The rain is cold. She needs to find shelter, fast. Her body can’t stand the cold and the wetness will merely prevent her from swarming and thus make her vulnerable.

She tries her best not to freak out.

The cold temperature won’t kill her, she thinks. Surely it won’t be that cold. But it will hurt. She doesn’t want to need to brace herself for the pain.

She grips the flowers in her hands tighter, then lets go. It had been stupid to go out to gather them, she knows this now. But, they’re so beautiful. She so desperately wants to keep them! After all, there is nobody else getting her flowers.

She pouts at the thought, then shakes her head visible, as if to rid herself of the thought. No, she needs to concentrate. Flowers aren’t her priority now, staying alive and well is. And maybe getting out without a scolding from Bela.

Daniela sighs, dropping the flowers. “Goodbye, lovelies”, she whispers to them longingly, staring at the colourful petals.

Another raindrop lands on her nose, she squeaks in surprise.

It’s cold, and thick. She’s jumping at another on her shoulder, soaking through the fabric of her dress. She’s going to be shivering in no time!

Daniela looks around wide eyed, seeing nothing but trees and rocks. She runs for the direction castle. Something must come up to help!, she thinks, gasping as more and more heavy raindrops fall down on her.

You jump at the thud you hear outside your door. The sky is dark. You do quick work of turning off most of the lights in the small cabin.

Only a small candle remains. You grip the knife off the counter, pushing it in your pocket. Just to be safe, you lift the shotgun off the wall.

You silently pray it isn’t another lycan, but can’t help but feel on edge.

Just yesterday you heard a pack of them traveling nearby.

You breathe deeply, then pull the door open, keeping your shotgun aimed in front of you.

But, no hairy beast greets you. Instead, a woman falls into the room, having leaned against the heavy door. Her back is turned to you, but you can tell she is breathing. She wears strange clothing, all in black, and is drenched from the heavy rain outside that hammers against the cabin.

You angle the shotgun, using its tip to turn her head. She’s unconscious, and beautiful. The symbol on her forehead makes you freeze.

Dimitrescu.

Daniela gasps when she wakes. She instinctively wraps her arms around herself. She remembers feeling so, so cold.

But now she’s warm, comfortably so, even with her damp hair against her face and neck.

She scans the room she’s in; it’s small, with only a bed inside. A bed she is perched on. A blanket, rough and brown, is covering her. It’s made of wool, she notices. Dim light comes from the room next to hers. She hears humming; it sounds beautiful.

Upon standing up, she notices the mirror on the door. A bandage stretched across her forehead. Upon peeling it off, she smiles at the healed skin. Your concern warms her heart. She steps into the other room, eager to meet you.

Daniela eyes you. The moment she steps into the larger room, you notice her.

“You’re awake”

She smiles at your voice. It’s breathtaking.

“How do you feel?”, you ask, when she fails to answer. Daniela grins. “Never better, my saviour”, she draw out. You raise your eyebrow.

Daniela walks over to you happily, uncaring about your personal space as she lets herself fall down on your lap. You grip the edges of the chair you’re sitting on.

“Say, whom do I owe the pleasure? Who is my saviour?”, she asks. You try your best to keep eye contact. Why must her cleavage be right there!

You answer her, stating your name. She feels light on your lap. Her fingertip pushed against your shoulder, for a moment you wonder if she’s listened. Then she repeats your name.

Daniela hears your heartbeat quicken when she says your name. She giggles.

“You’ve saved me, my knight”, she coos. “I wonder, how can I repay you?”

You begin to squirm slightly under her. You were raised well, or at least have good manners. You shouldn’t have the dirty thoughts that entertain your mind.

You bite your lip, stifling a groan when she squirms, turning on your lap to face you a little more. She rubs up right against the bulge between your legs. You’ve saved her, you can’t possibly ask for such a thing in return.

And yet your hands ache to grip her, fingers tingling with the wish to pull her nipples.

Your mind supplies you with the image of merely half an hour ago, when you had dragged her inside. Her clothing, wet and cold, utterly soaked and clinging tightly to her like a second skin.

You had tried not to stare, but now you remember the look of her nipples hard through the soaked fabric.

You try not to think of this. Instead, you grip the chair tighter. “I couldn’t possibly ask of something in return”, you say at last.

You glance at the tattoo on her forehead. You don’t know overly much of the Dimitrescus, but you know enough to be well aware to stay away. Yet, you feel drawn in.

Daniela smiles sweetly, seductively. She portrays innocence and safety. You don’t yet know her appearance doesn’t quite match her in this moment.

She looks playful. Your eyes widen when she slips off your lap, instead sits on the floor in front of you. She leans her head on her arms, crossed on your thighs.

Daniela pouts playfully.

“But my saviour, there must be something I can do!” She pleads. You gasp when she slides her palm downwards and to your thigh. She is, of course aware of what she’s doing to you. As any good predator should.

The tip of her index and middle finger playfully walk across your thigh. You feel entirely too warm, suddenly.

Daniela gasps when you stand up, her hands brushing off you. “Really, I’m glad I helped. I expect no reward”, you say, and yet in your mind you’re already undressing the auburn haired woman.

You think of how adorable her breasts must look so adorable for you. You admit, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance down at them when you peeled her wet dress off her and put her in one of your warm shirts instead. They looked large, and seemed soft.

You walk towards the fireplace, stoking it. She turns back to you, still in place. Golden eyes linger on you as she drops the brown blanket from her shoulders.

“It’s so warm in here”, she complains softly. The shirt is too big on her, and you feel as though your eyes pop out your skull when she grips it and pulls it against her, showing off the hidden curves beneath it. It rises up slightly, exposing the pale skin of her stomach.

You’re feeling painfully hard.

Another glance at her tattoo reminds you of the danger.

Would it be your death sentence to give in to her obvious offer, no- wish? Would Lady Dimitrescu merely tear you to pieces for defiling one of hers? You aren’t sure, but you remember hearing of three daughters; huntresses.

You gulp when the woman rises, her body inching closer until she is pressed against you, her full chest against yours, her fingertips back at your thighs. She reaches up with them, toying with your belt.

“Let me repay the favour, my darling saviour”

You bite your lip. Your own nipples are hard.

“I don’t-“, your words die on your lips as she leans forwards, her soft lips brushing against your neck. A moment’s worth you wonder if you’re going to die. It’s dangerous to let a predator such as her this close to where she could end you.

One snap of your neck.

That snap doesn’t come, however.

Instead you feel soft lips dragging against your flesh, a cold tongue poking out and sliding across your neck. You moan, and you know the battle is over when you feel her smile against your neck.

“My brave saviour”, she coos, hands easily undoing the belt you’re in. Daniela pulls it open eagerly, her fingertips exploring more and sliding to the zipper of your pants.

“I feel the upmost sense of relief that you have kept me protected”, she whispers. Her voice is soft.

You gasp when the pants spring open and her hand slides inside of them, cupping your bulge through your underwear. “Let me make it up to you, my love”

The strange petname from a practical stranger should worry you. You can’t bring yourself to worry however; she’s ethereal.

Daniela squeezes and rubs alongside the bulge as her teeth drag against you, not quite sinking in. She’s warm now, being this close to you, and lifts the shirt over her head. You see the damp bra and panties clinging to her. You know, health wise, you should have removed them to avoid her catching a cold, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Now, you wonder if at last you will see her beneath the garment.

“Don’t be shy, this is your reward”, she breathes seductively, bringing your hands up and to her round, swell breasts. They’re cold from the bra. You must change this, no?

Daniela giggles when you all but tear the fabric covering her down, replacing it with your warm hands instead. She moans at your gropes and arches her back just slightly when you pull her nipples.

She’s stunning, and she has you under her spell.

Your knees buckle when curious hands push past your underwear. Your warm cock rests in her hand. She squeezes again, humming. “Such a big thing. I’ll be sure to treat it well”, she promises quietly.

Your hands all but dig into the wall behind you when she gets on her knees. Daniela smiles up at you, hands tugging down the garments on your lower half. She licks her lips at the hardened cock in front of her.

This is going to be so fun! It’s been ages since she’s had a real dick. She feels her body responding naturally to it, her cunt wet and nipples hard, tiny, sensitive clit aching.

You lean back upon feeling her fingers back on you, and moan at the feeling of her warm lips around your tip. It’s been ages.

Daniela coos at your reactions, humming as she slips you inside her mouth. You resist the urge to thrust your hips, but then remember: isn’t this supposed to be your reward?

You give your hips an experimental thrust, making the redhead on the floor jump in surprise. She gags around you at the sudden movement, her hands coming up to steady herself on your hips.

You feel her nails, dangerously sharp, resting against your waist.

Another thrust into her warm mouth. Daniela moans, her golden eyes looking up at you obediently and seductively.

Maybe the mighty Alcina Dimitrescu didn’t have to find out about this.

You move your hips, desperation clear in your movement as you use her warm mouth. Daniela moans and blushes below you, visibly pleased with herself.

Her warm tongue rubs against you even as you thrust, and her throat becomes so tight whenever you push up against the back of it and make her gag.

Your cock is soon covered in drool, and her hand opts for sliding down between her legs. You don’t stop her, only demand she slips the damp underwear off. You want to see her pleasuring herself.

“God yes…!”

She moans at your reaction to her, her legs spread to let you see. She’s so eager to repay the favour to her lovely saviour!

Daniela giggles as she grips your hip tighter, once again taking subtle control as she wraps her lips tighter around you. You feel her against you, warm and soft.

You almost whine. You really don’t want to cum in her mouth, not if you could pump your load someplace else…

A part of you is worried of taking advantage of the woman’s offer for repayment. Another part wants nothing but to bury yourself deep inside her soft looking cunt.

Your head it thrown back against the wall. She feels so good on you, lips around you, creating somewhat of a tight seal. Her tongue drags against you inside her mouth as she sucks, and her hands fondle your balls. You’re close from her antics.

Daniela grinds down on the fingers inside of her, soaked and curling within her. She’s entirely naked in front of you, save for the necklace sitting around her throat.

“Please”, you whisper. You’re so close, your moans and gasps fill the room.

Daniela knows this, of course. She feels you twitch in her mouth and doubles her efforts.

Alas, no matter how hard you try, you can’t hold back. Daniela gasps at the unexpected ejection in her mouth. She feels your cum drip down her throat, your cock buried at the back of it. It feels foreign, but she doesn’t mind.

You pant, even more turned on as she keeps you in her mouth until you’re done shooting ropes of cum down her throat.

Perhaps, this would mean her debt is paid off. She has repaid you in the sweetest way possible. But Daniela is greedy, and now she has a taste of paradise, she wants to keep it a while longer.

You gasp when she pulls you by your hands, gently tugging you to the ground to her. She swallows what’s left of your cum, allows the rest to drip down her chin.

Your cock is soaked from your own cum and her drool. It glistens in the light of the fireplace.

She easily rips up your shirt, hands on your chest immediately.

It baffles you that you don’t even know the beautiful woman’s name yet. The question, however, slips your mind easily when she pushes you down and straddles you, her wet, puffy cunt right above your cock.

She leans down, hands on your waist as her lips wrap around your nipple. Her back is arched beautifully and feels soft under your fingertips. Her skin, pale and soft, looks as if she’s shining in the glistening light of the fireplace. She looks god-like, her auburn hair long and soft.

“My knight in shining armour”, she coos seductively when she feels you harden slightly under her again. Her wet cunt rubs against you. “My perfect saviour”, she adds, her hard nipples brushing against yours.

She pushes you inside of her, moaning and grinding down momentarily. It feels so good to be full again.

“Good…”, she moans, hips lifting. She has her hands on your chest, smiling down at you as she rides you. Her breasts bounce softly at her elegant pace, her head is thrown back. Gentle moans fall from her lips.

“You’re beautiful”, you praise. Your hands eagerly slide up her thick, soft thighs, up her stomach and to cup her large breasts.

The village didn’t offer many women, much less ones interested in you; in a way, the small village was quite conservative. You preferred living outside of it, even if it decreased your sexual encounters drastically.

Having this, a beautiful woman, a Dimitrescu nonetheless, wrapped around your cock, rising you and moaning you, feels like plucking the forbidden fruit from the golden tree.

But you’re thirsty, and hungry, and the fruit is too tempting to deny.

Daniela giggles when you sit up and thrust into her, your lips clashing against hers. She moans your name against your lips, her hips twitching with the pleasure you’re giving her.

“So soft” you whisper to her, hands sliding up and down her body in an almost worshipping manner. Daniela blushes and squirms at this. She has her legs spread wide for you and throws her head back when your hand slides between them, thumb finding her clit easily.

She’s sensitive for you; it’s adorable.

She giggles happily at your worship and love, feeling herself falling already. Her sisters would call it foolish, delusional, wrong. But how is it not fate, she wonders? Clearly, you are meant for her.

She throws her head back, curled hair tickling her backside. You cup her head, eager to feel the soft curls. You don’t tug, but stroke her hair, unused to company. She tightens around you, and she feels you twitch in her in return.

Daniela whimpers at a thrust sharply inside of her. You realise you’ve found her G-Spot, and angle yourself for it again. Thrusting hard and helping her get off by rubbing and toying with her sweet clit. The woman on your lap is trembling slightly, moaning like a broken record.

You don’t fare much better. But you want her to cum first this time.

“Cum for me, sweet princess”, you whisper, and her head spins. She blushes wildly. “Cum for me, and consider your debt repaid”

Daniela moans, and easily obeys the simple command with your next thrusts into her.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

[padfootagain]

Bookshelves

Hi everyone ! Here is a cute little something to answer this anonymous request for my 6k event : “I am in love with your writing style 💖😍 Can you make ben Barnes one with trope 16?”

Thank you for your request, anon! Hope you like the cute drabble I wrote for it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff you will get cavities

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

Word count: 1258 (short but sweet!)

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

The air is crisp and cold and you love it. It’s greyer than the leaves outside, they still wear their orange and red colours. The sky matches the global atmosphere of that afternoon: heavy with upcoming rain, gradients between black and white, smelling of the earth after a storm. You have a warm mug waiting for your lips right by your side, there, on the floor. A warm blanket wrapped around your frame and a fire cracking over cold stones. It’s warm, it’s autumn in all its splendour.

It's a simple afternoon, basked in Eta James’s voice, and it’s easy to forget that tomorrow is just another Monday, that you will have to go to work and get up before dawn and fight the cutting edges of the cold wind against your cheeks. It’s easy to forget that this day will have to end. Especially when Ben’s voice rises from somewhere behind you, a low hum that spreads warmth and reassurance across your heart, makes it skip a few beats in its excitement. He’s humming along the melody, matching the warmth of the saxophone and the quietness of his padding feet against the tiles. When he sits down by your side again, a refill of warm tea in his favourite mug, his hair is dishevelled, wearing an old black hoodie and some sweatpants, along with colourful fuzzy socks.

And you love it. You’ve never found him as stunning as he is now, looking cozy and warm and infinitely intimate in the simplicity of his appearance. Nothing fancy. Nothing done to impress you. You’ve passed this uneasy stage of your relationship a long time ago. You love each other too much now to accept anything from the other but their true self. You admire the curve of his jaw darkened with stubble, and the grace of his eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks, and the enticing beauty spot under his right eye. You’re not even thinking as you reach up to brush his messy dark strands of hair back, out of his face, so you can see him better. He’s smiling, turning towards you as you move your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.

“Alright, so… how do we proceed with this?” he asks, something mischievous glinting in his dark eyes, and you can’t supress a smile.

The task at hand is huge: rearranging the bookshelves of two people who adore reading is going to be a mission that will keep you both busy for the whole day. You’re going to love every second of it, no doubt.

“Do you want to reorganize everything by author? Genre? Colour?”

“Author is more practical.”

“Colour is prettier.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I will do whatever makes you happy, my darling.”

“Do you want to separate our collections?”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“We share a last name by now, we’re done compartmentalizing stuff and labelling them as ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Whenever you’re sick, even your bloody virus becomes mine…”

You laugh at that, playfully pinching his thigh.

“Hey! It’s not my fault if you caught my cold last month! I told you to stop cuddling me, and you didn’t!”

“You looked too miserable. I was feeling too bad for you…”

The admittance is a mix of fondness, shyness and something extra-sweet that your heart can’t handle. It quickens its pace as it overloads.

“Right, so… we’re putting them all together, but how? Because for now, our books are a mess.”

“I vote authors. Because I’m an organised person,” Ben argues, but you pull your tongue at him at the playful teasing in his tone.

“I vote colours, cause it’s more aesthetically pleasing.”

“I vote for whatever makes you happy, cause I’m a clever lad, and I know I need to pick my battles in this relationship…”

“Clever lad, indeed!”

You exchange a laugh and a tender kiss, before starting to empty the shelves, Ben standing up to take the books out and passing them to you so you could organize them in piles.

It takes what looks like forever to empty all the shelves fully. You have mountains of books around you by the time you’re done, and Ben has changed the music to some Louis Armstrong and his trumpet. It has started to rain, and you have to turn on the lights as the sky turns a darker shade of grey. The rhythmic pattern of the rain against the windowpane and the rooftop warms your heart, and draws white clouds over the windows.

Ben is becoming increasingly distracted though. By the time the shelves are empty, he’s restless and keeps on playfully pushing your legs with his feet.

“Stop it!” you smack his foot away when he attacks again, making him giggle in the most adorable way.

“Let’s take a break,” he argues with such an adorable pout, you are this close from yielding, but you don’t, shaking your head.

“Come on, we can cuddle after we’re done with this,” you offer, and you notice the grin he fails to hide.

“In bed?”

“In bed.”

“Can I be little spoon?”

“If you want to, sure.”

This time he gives you a proper grin, bright and full of mischief.

“Oh, that’s a deal! Hurry up!”

You laugh at him as he starts picking piles of books, but he quickly slows down to organize the shelves correctly.

And you love it, it’s so satisfying to reorganize your bookshelves. You add some figurines, some cute pictures of the two of you as decoration to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves. And then it’s finally done, complete.

“I have to admit that the rainbow thingy looks stunning. Highly impractical, but stunning.”

“I think so myself!”

Ben drinks up the cold remnants of his tea, wincing at the nasty taste.

“We did such a good job! All our books finally put together in a pretty way!”

Ben hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer, dropping a sweet kiss to your head.

“We did an excellent job!”

That’s when he realizes that his favourite figurine is missing. He looks around frantically, but you merely chuckle as you point towards the coffee table.

“Marty’s over there,” you joke, and he heaves a relieved sigh, walking over to get his Back to the Future figurine, and he places it on a shelf.

“Now, it’s perfect!” he chimes, turning towards you. “And I think we deserve to rest now.”

“You mean… cuddle?”

“Of course, I mean cuddle! You promised I would get cuddles out of this, do not break your word!”

You laugh at him but follow him anyway, teasing him some more while you make your way to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you are buried under blankets, watching the rain fall on your windows, the touches of red from the trees in the distance, Ben tugged into your side, his head buried in the warmth of your neck as you stroke gently his back.

He heaves a content sigh.

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your skin. “God… I’m so happy right now. This is the best, isn’t it? Just… doing the simplest of things together. Just… doing nothing. Just… being here, together.”

You hum, kissing his forehead, and you notice then that he has closed his eyes. He’ll soon fall asleep, he often does when you hold him like this. He can’t help it. He feels so peaceful in your arms, safe, untroubled.

“Yeah… yeah, I think that’s the best, indeed…”

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[catiuskaa]

[03:36 am] 🍶

WC: 2.3k

CW: nsfw content ahead! use of pet names: sugar, baby, they’re both drunk but its consensual, and I think that’s all, have fun lol

A/N: hannie brain rot due to exam week, fml but let him do it [and hAVE YOU SEEN THE COMEBACK TRAILERS I AM DROOLING FOR THESE MEN]

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You looked around the club, everyone was either drunk, high, or just plain out stoned. Thanks to the rain outside, you were wearing a now wet shirt, so your black laced bra was very clear to see. You walked up to the bartender, asking for a shot of whiskey. You got your drink and watched the big group of people dancing in the centre of the nightclub while others played it cool sitting on the tables at the sides when your eyes locked with a certain someone at a table a bit far from where you were.

Han’s dark eyes locked onto yours, staring intensely, as if a secret was held in them. Three or four people were on his side attempting to grab his attention, from the distance it looked like they were practically begging for it. Since you had it already, you decided to mess with him. You took a quick sip of the shot glass, licking the rim slowly while keeping your eyes on his. You bit your lip softly, then smiled slightly. At this, you could see a little flare in his eyes, his once earnest face turned into a somewhat cocky devilish smirk.

Putting the glass down, without moving your eyes from his, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your skin slightly glowy due to how damp the clothes were. You winked at him, to which he laughed as you took the shirt off, tied it around your waist and got up from your seat, leaving the club, feeling his eyes on your every step.

You’ve entered the same bar, walking down the sidewalk a couple of days later after that exciting meeting with him, although nothing had happened. He never ran after you, although you silently hoped he would’ve.

You've tried the old-fashion, vanilla style, and —not to be offensive towards your exes— but it had been a bit… boring? Plain? You didn’t know, for some reason it didn’t feel just right. You decided to switch it up a bit, and even though it was pushing you out of your comfort zone, what could go wrong with a one-night stand?

You continued walking until you were suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand gripping your waist softly yet in a decisive approach.

“Still want to keep playing, Sugar?” A low, somewhat raspy voice said close to your ear. “I’m up for the next level.”

His hand moved you into his chest, your hands lying on him, as you started not-so-subtly touching and feeling up the toned body you stumbled upon.

“Should I say insert a coin, then?” You joked, chin up close to his face so he could hear you over the music that blasted the place, although it wasn’t too bad where you were.

Han sort of laughed, even though he just breathed slightly harder through his nostrils. “I can think of several things to insert in some places, but still... a coin isn’t on the list, baby."

You both could tell each other's dizzy state (a generous way to put it, actually), but truth be told, there was only one outcome of that encounter that could make both of you forget that small detail.

"So, actually..." you started, hands trailing made-up patterns on his chest and shoulders. "Tell me, pretty boy, how do I politely ask you to pin me up against a wall and make out with me?" you giggled.

"I'd say that's a decent start." He laughed, finally closing that stupid distance between his and your lips.

It wasn't cute nor slow or anything you were used to, and probably that's what made goosebumps trail up and down your body. He kissed you like a starved man as if you were the last water source in a heated desert. Hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance in between the hurricanes you felt running through your body.

You bit his lip as you stepped away, a blush clearly not made with makeup.

“Fuck, no, come back,” he whispered.

He directed one of his hands to your chin and pulled you to him in a sudden action.

Yeah, that could easily make you forget about alcohol levels.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

You didn’t know exactly how the situation changed so fast. You had arrived at his house, where he had picked you up and sat you on the first surface he approached. 

“Sugarcube.” He mentioned breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His pupils dilatated, brown almost gone in them, lips red and swollen just because of you. 

You sighed, not knowing when you had stopped breathing. 

"Mhmm?" 

His two fingers started tapping your thighs, in that motion where it looks like they’re walking, closer and closer to the edge of your dress. His other hand held your head up by your cheek. 

“Do I have your consent?” Han asked, and he knew he would’ve respected anything you could answer. “Are you sure?”

Your fuzzy brain from all the drinking and kissing thought about it for a second, all that could come out was a sort of chant in your ears.

Yes, yes, yes.

Instead, you smirked. “Am I ever.” His breath hitched when you grabbed his belt and pulled. “For all I care, ruin me, pretty boy,” you murmured on his lips. 

His eyes looked black now.

“Fuck.” 

He’d kissed you relentlessly as he slowly tempted to take your dress off. You complied, smiling in excitement. He admired your dark-coloured lace, one that made the perfect contrast with your skin tone. 

Mine, mine, mine.

That’s what you can acknowledge so that the moment you are now can make sense. You snorted when he started tying up a blindfold on you. You could only hear, smell, and speak, the latter only when you were allowed to. 

“Here, Sugar.” 

He took your hand and lead your blinded self through his apartment. He started kissing you again, biting, licking, making you feel like Hell’s heat had risen just for your pleasure as he made your entire body feel like you had lava instead of blood. 

Hot, hot, hot.  

He suddenly pushed you with him, making you fall on him, both making out on his bed now. Pinning you down, leaving you to the edge of begging for something, you felt small fabric pieces being tied up to your ankles. You hear nothing for a bit before hearing footsteps and then the squeal that the bed made when he grabbed your calves and pulled you to the border of the bed.

"You've got a lot of nerves, Sugar, doing what you did at the club the other day. No matter how much I fucked all those other bitches, you kept repeating the same thing in my mind. I could kill you for that." Han said, voice dark and deep traced with lust and raw desire.

"Well, if you killed me, we wouldn't be able to have fun, and you would have a dead girl in your mind," you stated with a smirk.

You heard a chuckle and then felt a hand on your cheek.

"Normally, considering your situation, people would start screaming for their lives. But you said something cocky. I like that." He started stroking your body, playing with the laces of your remaining clothes. "For some reason, you still don’t strike me up as someone who would agree to this.” You feel him bending down, trailing open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, clearly avoiding that one spot where both of you knew you need him the most. You shivered, holding back a needy whine. Fuck, you’ve never felt so turned on in your life, you have to try so ridiculously hard to focus on what he’s saying rather than what he’s doing. 

“It’s sexy that you’re letting me do this, but, why are you here?" He whispers above your lips.

You can feel his breath on your skin, practically tasting the flavours of his drink in your mouth already.

"I was bored, and you looked bored," you murmured. “Thought we could change it up a bit for the other one.”

He chuckled. “Damn right, Sugar.” And with that, he kissed you, not gently either. A hard, desperate kiss. You leaned back into the bed.

You couldn’t see it, but in a sudden motion, he pulled from the blindfold and shoved it somewhere else, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you got used to the faint light that came from some other room. His eyes looked into yours as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His eyes were dark, so dark it was as if they could fuck you themselves.

You feel heat hit you where you're restrained. You tried moving your legs but failed, and he smiled into the kiss, leaning more and more over you. Still, your hands were free, so you wrapped them around his neck, holding him close. He picks you up from your thighs, touching, groping, slapping, shoving you against the bed. You break out of the kiss, lifting your head up, hissing at the amount of sensations hitting you so pleasantly. He takes this opportunity to get your neck. Biting it.

He basically tears off your remaining clothes. You don't pay attention to the accidental scratches he left, in fact, it felt wonderful to you. He smirks at the approving moans you give him when he notices what he did.

You feel like it couldn’t get any better right at the moment when he finds a wonderful place to insert one of his fingers in. 

You bit your lip to keep quiet, just like you’re used to. At this, Han suddenly stops and whispers in your ear.

"No, baby. For tonight at least, you're mine. At the end of this night, I want all of the neighbourhood to know that I fucked a woman so hot. We’re home alone, and you know it already, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, Sugar." And so you do, you let out the largest moan you've ever had in your life.  

No one and I mean no one, no boyfriend, no normal working boy and not even yourself has ever made you feel this good.

He doesn’t acknowledge how the fuck he’s taking off his clothes so quickly, before pinning you back down again. He caresses your sides, as you caress his back, and then his abs. He moves closer to your ear, groaning slightly when you get a hold of him.

"I'm going to eat you alive," he growls.

You chuckle at this, whispering back.

"I'm waiting."

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When you wake up, you feel Han holding you close.

You could swear you passed out. You don't remember how many rounds you had, all you know is that you're sore. You lift the blankets, hissing at the marks you have. Jisung opens his eyes looking at you getting out of bed. You get off the bed slowly, one, because you're in pain, and two, because you like it when he watches you.

"Has anyone fucked you that good?" he asks.

"Actually, I think my ex was a bit better than you," You tease, without looking at him, but you know he can see your smirk —and your weak stance that screams your deception—.

He's quiet for a bit. He sits up a bit looking at you while you pick up your broken panties. You curse under your breath slightly.

"You might want to leave some of your clothes here," he mentions roughly.

You look over your shoulder at him. The smirk is still on your face.

 "Why?"

He looks at you, eyes as intense as they were last night and also gets out of bed just to grab your arm and make you both fall on the mattress as he, in a sudden motion, pins you down.

"I haven't had enough of you yet."

Fuck one-night stands.

You had thee Han Jisung now.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

P.S. Did you notice it? Lil' something for you, Sugar ;)

~Kats, who wrote 3:36 not because of time, but because Red Lights is exactly 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

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[tetsuski]

why try?

prologue

pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader

friends to lovers

word count: 1.1k

warning : none

summary: feelings are confusing. neither you nor Gojo knows how to deal with them.

mlist

a/n : lmk if u want more want to be in a tag list!

a year ago

its the first day you came into the jujutsu high

you finally finished unpacking walking outside of your dorm trying to find the exit so your teacher can shows you around the school. and you're also hungry. since you just moved here your fridge is empty. hearing your stomach growls.

but luck is not on your side today cause it was pouring rain and that leaves you stuck in an empty building or so you thought it was until you heard faint footsteps echoing through the hallways

what was that?

you see a tall figure from the distance walking towards you. maybe today is the day your life ends. a new girl in a dark hallway. what an easy target.

you wanted to run but your whole body feel frozen its like your feet are stuck on the pavement.

as the figure become closer to you

“AAAHHHH!!” you screamed closing your eyes in fears

and nothing happened

slowly you open up your eyes expecting something scary but instead, you locked eyes with a boy about the same age as you wearing sunglasses on looking at you confused “Why the fuck did you scream? do I look like a bad guy to you? who are you anyway?”

thank you universe- you thought to yourself

silence not realizing the boy asked you a question

“so… you come here often?” trying to make small talk with the boy standing right in front of you “Yeah, I'm a student here” he answered looking out to the window just noticing that he was wearing a black school uniform “Oh, cool cool cool cool” you murmured " so am I, I just transferred here by the way" he nods

you look at his side profile damn this boy is so pretty how can someone look this pretty? then someone interrupted your train of thought “Stop staring at me. What do you want?” he asked sounding pissed.

blinking, you lean in a bit closer holding your own hands behind your back “Oh sorry- I didn’t mean to I was just wondering… why are you wearing sunglasses when it's dark out?” tilting your head to the side and staring up at him waiting for a reply from the white-haired boy.

he felt heat creeping up to his cheeks what the fuck is he feeling? he’s not used to this “None of your damn business” he turns around walking away from you making his way towards his room and leaving you all alone in the dark hallway

"HEh- he's so rude. I was literally just asking. hmph." mumbling crossing your arm and puffing your cheeks.

wait, hold on- running after him and start knocking on his door

no answer

you knock again

still no answer

"HELLLOO!!! I know you're in there, HElp me please!" banging on his door "NO! I just got back I'm tired" you hear the voice from the other side "Please! I'm new! My name is l/n y/n! It'll take less than five minutes! please!" finally the door cracked opened "what?" smiling up at him " do you know someplace where they kept the food? I'm really hungry. like a cafeteria or something?" huffing the boy just opens the door wider "come in" looking at the boy suspiciously "hurry up, I'm about to make dinner" gesturing you to walk faster

"do you like eggs?"

"yeah"

"okay"

you admire the boy cooking in a small space kitchen in the dorm room cracking eggs into a bowl

this boy looks like an angel too bad he's a bit grumpy or maybe I just catch him on a bad day? wait- no he is nice he's literally cooking me dinner right now. hold on this random guy is cooking me dinner and I don't even know his name? what if he is actually a kidnapper and I'm falling for his traps right now? maybe I should introduce myself so he can tell me his name

"My name is L/n y/n" you declare "I know, you were shouting five minutes ago" he deadpans. "what's your name?" "Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer." your mouth falls open

wow, cocky much? you know what I don't even care right now I'm just really hungry.

you both eat your dinner

you thanked him for cooking and helps him clean up

"I owe you!" you say to Gojo while putting on your shoes back and walking out to his dorm.

present day

L/n y/n is not a morning person, she needs her daily consumption of caffeine to function. so there she was standing in front of a vending machine in her pajamas at seven in the morning waiting for her drink to fall from its shelves

“good morning”

there he is again the Gojo Satoru the person you’ve known for years standing right beside you while you’re taking your drink from the vending machine “Morning, Satoru” noticing he's already dressed for today.

“that coffee taste like shit, why would anyone drink that?” Gojo blurted out “Shut the fuck up Satoru, let me have my coffee in peace. "cracking the can open, and turning your back on him as you start to walk away "Someone’s grumpy” he joked following close to your footsteps “it's still 7 am go bother somebody else,” you said dryly. walking faster to go back to your dorm.

unfortunately, he catches up to you “can I get a piece of that?” with the stupidest grin on his face.

a piece of what? oh. maybe he wants my drink.

“no. Go buy one yourself” taking more sips of the drinking hoping it'll wakes you up more.

stopping in his tracks “Oh no no.” he waves his hands “I mean can I get a piece of that ass?”. lowering his glasses. when- you start to choke on your drink. he pats your back while laughing “That was so bad shitface. Where even did you get that from?” you asked wiping your mouth with the back of your hand laughing along.

he puts his hands on his chest acting offended “ y/n, how low do you think of me? Of course I came up with that by myself ” he shakes his head "With this brain right here" pointing at his temple “no wonder why its shitty” you smiled. that smile. that goddamn smile. the smile always makes Satoru’s heart beat faster. the only smile that can make his day better no matter what. gojo satoru doesn’t understand what his feelings are and he doesn’t want to. he like where he is right now so why try to ruin something already perfect with something as complicated as ’love’.

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[fairlyaltheticquails]

come out and haunt me

leon has a nightmare and you try your best to comfort him

a lil angsty but its nothing too bad

warnings: a lil sad. leon is not having a good time.

words:767

The gentle raindrops hit the glass panes of the quiet bedroom. The storm rolls overhead, thunder and lightning cracking, cooling the nighttime air. You pull awake in the darkness, not because of the rain, but because your partner is no longer in bed with you. Where he had been lying just hours before had long gone cold, the blankets pushed over towards you. You step out of bed and begin the search.

He's not in his makeshift office that occupies a corner of your shared home, which relieves you to some degree. He sometimes works when he's upset like this, which usually upsets him more. The living room is clear. So is the kitchen.  His keys still rest on the edge of the kitchen counter where he threw them down when he got home hours before the sun dipped below the horizon. Just as you are about to give up and check the bathroom, a lighting strike illuminates the night just enough you see a blond head sitting outside.

You fish a jacket of his off the coat hook and open the door. He doesn't turn. It isn't warm outside, but he only wears the short sleeve shirt and sweatpants he wore to bed. You sit next to him folding the jacket over your lap, close enough to be supportive but not overwhelm him. 

“Leon?” you ask quietly.

 “Mhm?” 

“What’cha doing out here, love?”

He doesn't say anything but he doesn't have to. You know how he’ll wake up with a jump, horrific memories worming their way into his mind when he’s at the most vulnerable. You know how he’ll lay in the darkness breathing heavily. Sometimes, he wakes you up. Others, he slides out of bed and disappears to the first place where he can calm himself down. 

You study him carefully. He avoids your gaze, instead looking to the sky to watch the clouds light up bright shades of purple. You can tell he wants to say something, but can't for whatever reason. He sighs and closes his eyes. He takes slow breaths in and out for several minutes and you wait. He finally reopens his eyes and starts.

“It was there again. In the station. Claire was there this time. I kept shooting it... her.. but she wouldn't go down. She just started screaming, which doesn't even make sense.” He lets out a bitter, strained laugh. “They didn't make noises like that.”

He doesn't continue but he does hunch over, resting on his elbows, and you take the chance. You take his jacket and rest it over his shoulders, before placing your hand and beginning to rub a circle into his back. Honestly, there isn't much you can say to him that will make anything change. Sorry, you lived through a horrific experience even though most people didn't. Sorry, I can't erase those memories so you can sleep through the night, no matter how much I desperately want to.  You know he isnt telling you because he thinks you can do anything. All of the times you've found him like this, he doesn't expect anything from you.  It’s nice to have someone who will listen even if they can't change anything.

 So, you do. You listen and bring him a jacket when he goes outside in the rain, and try to comfort him in the ways you know how. When he feels like it, you pull him back inside and relock the door while he watches (because if he doesn't see the door lock he will come back out to check). You walk him back to your bedroom slowly, keep a light on while he gets back in bed, and while he tries to stall doing so. Eventually, he’ll lie back down and you will too. He’ll wrap his arms around you to the almost too-tight point. Sometimes, you  have to turn on the most mind-numbing television show you can find at 2 AM just to wear him out enough that he can fall back asleep. Other times, he just wants to listen to you talk. He will thank you for being there for him, as if you would ever not be. He will tell you he loves you and you swear you can feel the love in his words poking you in the chest. You will both shift around until you're comfortable, and he’ll wait for you to start. You will be halfway through a sentence when you can feel him fall asleep again. You wish you could do more for him after everything he's done for you. You stop talking and hold him just as tight and pray to whoever may listen that the second half of the night is easier on him. Let him rest, please.

(let him rest capcom PLEASE)

#leon kennedy x reader #sleepy fluff #i only write comfort fics at this point it is so bad bro #leon s kennedy #angst #leon s kennedy x reader #my writing

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hello helloooo, i may send this request to other authors (only my favorites tho)

could you do a wednesday addams x gn! reader where the reader can stop time but anyone who is touching them will not be frozen? so like the reader is just like "hey wednesday,(or whatever nickname they have for her) come with me for a sec" and it obviously takes a bit of begging but then they go outside in the rain or snow and the reader just grabs wednesdays hand and puts the other hand up and stops time so the snow or rain just sits there in mid air. could probably make this super fluffy

-C<3

A/N: I had a specific song in my head for this and while it's a sad song, I'm stealing the... vibe? Of the song??

Miracles in December

Wednesday x GN!reader

While snow during the daytime was beautiful in its own right, snow during the night was the most enchanting. The way the flakes reflect the moonlight gave it an ethereal look. You always loved watching the snowfall, but being amongst the precipitation as it surrounds you while suspended in the air was another experience in itself.

And you wanted to share it with someone else.

"Wednesday? My sweet torture?"

The goth hums in response, her attention mainly on her typewriter. You had been watching the snow from the large window in her room while waiting for her to finish writing.

"When you're finished, would you like to take a walk with me?"

There's a pause in her typing. You can see her thought process switch from her novel to your question. It only takes a moment before she's back to typing.

"Of course, cara mia."

You smile at the response before turning back to the window. The snow showed no signs of stopping and that was perfect. Soon, you'll get to show your lover one of your favorite experiences.

-----+++++-----

The woods were silent outside of the crunches of your footsteps. By your side, Wednesday looks around, wondering what you were up to. Eventually you lead the girl to your favorite clearing. The perfect spot for what you were planning.

"My torturous love, are you ready?

The goth just looks at you. "Hard to be ready when you're being secretive, Y/N. You know how I feel about surprises."

You just let out a soft chuckle and hold out your hand. "It's nothing too bad. Just something I wanted to share." The chill in the air bites at your bare hands, but you welcome it. "At the very least, it'll be a new experience for you."

Wednesday just scoffs and takes off her glove. She knew the premise of your abilities but was never able to view it herself. You had explained it and it was simple enough. Still wary of her visions, she hesitantly takes your hand and waits.

With her hand securely in yours, you raise your other hand and summon your power. The ring you wear as your focus glows softly and pulses out, making the snowfall slow in its descent. After a few seconds, it stops completely, suspended in time.

Wednesday lets out a small gasp in stunned surprise. The faint lights of the moon just behind the clouds reflect against the frozen flakes and it shines in her dark eyes like stars. She reaches out and touches a snowflake, pushing it slightly out of its predicted path.

"Shall we make our way back?" When your hand touches the flakes, they continue their descent. You hold your hand out and clear a path back to the academy. "It's a wonderful sight when the lantern lights come into play."

Wednesday nods and leans closer to you. With time stopped, you were truly alone and she felt comfortable enough to show a bit of affection. The two of you strolled back towards the school, hand in hand. You knew that using your ability for this long would exhaust you, but it was worth it.

When you reach Nevermore, Wednesday mentions that the snow looks like moths surrounding the lanterns. You hadn't thought of that before and smiled at the new comparison.

You sat in the quad together, enjoying each other's company with cuddles and kisses. Wednesday caresses your cheek and it nearly makes you lose your concentration. The goth just smirks and continues her affections until the snow starts falling again. You let out a sigh and flop onto her shoulder.

"You are a menace."

"And for some reason, you adore me for it."

"You're not wrong.

You two spend some time longer under the light snowfall before the chill becomes near unbearable. You spend the rest of the night together in your room, warming each other back up. When morning arrives, Wednesday lets you sleep longer to recuperate your powers and returns to her room after placing a kiss on your forehead.

You don't wake up until the next morning.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix) #asks #requests

[pkmntrainersquid]

Waltz of the Snowflakes

[a video, titled "Dekilou gym battle: Challenger Nika "Squid" vs Leader Augie - Jan 26, 2024. Winter field, 4v4"]

After a brief league intro card, the video begins. Some info pops up in the video layout, including current temperature and weather, just above freezing but raining. The camera is focused on a small frozen pond. On either end of the pond is a pontoon platform, frozen in place. Sparsely populated spectator stands can be seen, many people not wanting to be outside in the poor weather.

Squid is on one platform, wearing her cowboy hat and a light winter coat. He's bouncing one leg slightly as a sign of nerves, or if you know them well enough, to focus through the pain of her bad ankle.

The other platform holds Augie, the Dekilou Gym Leader. He looks to be in his early thirties, sporting a dark beard under a cap. He's wearing cargo shorts and a light rain jacket with league branding on it. A fishing rod is mounted to the platform, line dangling into a hole in the ice.

A drone camera flits past, gathering aerial shots and zooming in on Augie. "So you're the one Zephyr was talkin' aboot, eh? Now, I knows it's your first gym battle, but given your experience we'll give 'er a bit more challenge." He smiles.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Squid replies. Hovering a hand over their first pokéball, the battle begins.

Given analysis of past battles against challengers going for a second or third badge, Squid was betting on his first opponent being Abomasnow. Thus, Shortgrass hit the field, the small fire rodent using its claws for traction on the wet ice.

The temperature dipped as Abomasnow appeared. Rain shifted to sleet and then to snow, giving the ice-type a boost to its defenses and moves.

Squid's strategy is to have the Embrush get in close, hit it with Incinerate, and slide out of its range. This works once, dealing massive damage as an Ice Punch misses Shortgrass, sending out energy that freezes the slush on the court.

Augie laughs, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're fighting a gym leader here, y' should figure I got something to deal with fire-types." Squid registered this a bit late, yelling for Shortgrass to get farther away as the leader gave his next command. "Channel that failure into a Stomping Tantrum!"

The Abomasnow roars, slamming its arms down on the ice as Shortgrass scampers away. A wave of energy pulses out through the ice sheet, causing water to spray upwards as it cracked. The little fire-type squeaks as she gets hit by the move and sent flying. "Shortgrass!" Squid cries, as the Embrush lands unconscious nearby.

They recall her to her pokéball. "You did good, bud. Take a rest."

Taking a moment to think of a new plan and regain her balance on the now floating platform, Squid sends out Humus. The Skiddo hops across the ice flows, able to deftly pick safe landings. "Humus, Take Down!"

Leaping across the battle court, the grass-type cloaked itself in energy before hitting Abomasnow. The large pokémon was pushed backwards, tipping the iceberg up out of the water. Humus managed to get a foothold, but fell over when the ice hit the water again. A Powder Snow struck while he was getting back to his hooves.

Humus stood, shaking from the ice attack and cold water soaking his fur. One more Take Down finishes off the Abomasnow, but Squid is getting worried. It took almost two of her pokémon to remove the first opponent.

Augie sent out Avalugg next, the large pokémon shoving ice out of the way to land in the water. "Alrighty then! Charge ahead and use Ice Fang!" Barreling forward, the Avalugg readies its jaws to clamp down on the goat pokémon.

"Jump onto its back with Bulldoze!" Humus leaps up as the ice turtle snaps at where he was. Dropping back down, energy pulses out from his hooves, directly into the icy shell. Cracks spread out across its back and Humus hops to a nearby ice flow, wincing as the Frostbite continues to damage him.

The Avalugg swings around roaring, readying another Ice Fang. "Give it your all! Take Down!"

Humus' horns met Avalugg's jaws, both imparting their energy on the other. When the mist settles, both pokémon are completely worn out. Their trainers recall them. At this point the weather returns to rain.

"Uffda, that was powerful! Let's see how you deal with this though." He sends out his third pokémon, a Quagsire. It lands in the water, swimming through the path Avalugg made.

"Orpheus! Your turn!" The Procezant takes to the sky, circling the pond.

"That's the pokémon Zephyr told me aboot then? Good. Quagsire, use Chilling Water!" The salamander ducked underwater, drawing in frigid pond water and spitting it up at Orpheus.

"Ominous Wind, build up your squad!" Ghostly winds whip across the water, kicking up the waves and making Squid take a wider stance for balance. Several Spirit Doves form, flying around their leader.

The Quagsire began launching an Avalanche attack up at Orpheus. The chunks of ice fly wildly, aiming for quantity over quality. Two Doves take hits in place of the flock leader, but one does strike true. As they splash back into the water, the surface refreezes from the excess ice energy.

"Air Slash! Take 'em out!" Orpheus swooped low, gathering his troops to launch the attack. This proves enough to take Quagsire out of the fight.

Augie laughs again, grabbing the fishing rod. "Got me down to my ace, eh? But this battle isn't over yet!" He casts it into the pond, the pokéball at the end sending out a rocky fish pokémon. The Sturgeode slid forward into an open section of water, the gems along its stomach scraping the ice.

Now under the ice, it silently repositioned itself as the Procezant tried to pinpoint it from above. "Orpheus, send the spirits in for an Aerial Ace!"

The Spirit Doves dive, phasing through solid ice to try finding their target. Augie nodded to himself. "Interesting... The two of you fight well together. And with the little ghosts too. But let's reel in this battle here. Sturgeode! Rock Blast!"

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Large rocks smash through the ice, seemingly from all around the arena as the Sturgeode kept in motion while attacking. The first dissipates the flock of ghosts and the other two strike Orpheus, who drops from the sky. Calling the bird back to his pokéball, Squid sends out his final pokémon, Remmi. The remoraid dives into one of the holes in the ice, beginning an underwater battle.

The camera switches to a submerged view, dim light filtering through the ice sheet onto the plants and driftwood at the bottom. Sturgeode and Remmi are face to face, circling each other in the water column, listening for their trainers commands.

The battle resumes as Sturgeode uses Psychic to slam Remmi into the ice. A Bullet Seed breaks the bigger fish's concentration, freeing the remoraid who takes to the weeds to hide.

Sturgeode starts glowing as it builds up more psychic energy in its crystals, prepping for a powerful attack when Remmi reappears.

Thunk thunk from Squid's platform.

The aboveground camera catches the flash of orange from Remmi's Fire Blast before it blows apart the ice with steam. The Sturgeode was also thrown into the air, flipping tail over tip.

"Remmi! End this with Aqua Jet!" The remoraid burst from the pond cloaked in water, flying straight up to collide with her opponent.

Both splash back down into the water, but the armored fish is too tired to continue fighting.

"YEAH! Remmi we did it! That was so cool!" Squid celebrates, her pokémon leaping out of the water and into their arms as the video ends.

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[gravvitywritestrash]

Dincember Day 3, Promp: Gloves

Gender neutral reader (let me know if I mess that up!)

Warnings: none!

Prompt Masterlist

Mando didn't have to do the things he did for you.

Yet he was always doing little things that reminded you of how kind, and caring the man behind the beskar was.

When you had started working for him, you thought he was cold and distant. It only took you a few weeks to realize that he just wasn't a man of words, speaking very little. Almost a little awkward in conversations that wasn't purely tactical.

You soon realized that he was a man of action, where his words failed him, he let his actions speak.

He let you know he was caring through the little things he did for you.

He had remembered your favorite fruit, reminding you of the one time you had made an off-hand comment about it by surprising you with it if he happened to pass a vendor selling them.

He always knew if you were low on blaster charges, buying you replacement ammunition before you realized you were low.

He even took note of the preferred ingredients you liked in your personal care soaps. One day you were running extremely low on said products, only for replacements to be waiting for you in the tiny cabinet in the 'fresher bathroom.

And today, Mando had fished out a pair of his own winter gloves for you to wear under your work gloves. It didn't matter how they had fit on your hands previously. Under your normal work gloves, they provided you fingers and hands extra protection against the bitter cold surrounding you. The side of the planet you had emergency landed on was currently going through its winter season, leaving the ground covered in a thick white blanket, and temperatures below freezing.

I don't want your hands to get cold. He had told you.

Before, you would have assumed it was because cold hands meant stiff hands, causing you to be slower in repairing the issue. Now, you knew he didn't want you to be uncomfortable. He didn't know enough to repair it himself, felt bad that you had to go outside and face the less than kind weather to get you off the planet.

You wondered if he knew, if he realized how his little actions affected you. His little actions always left you feeling a deep affection in your chest, and it spread warmth throughout your entire body and caused your mind to swim. No one had shown you this level of care before, not since your biological parents had passed, leaving you with your old, and less than enthusiastic grandparents to raise you.

You wondered if he knew the feelings a pair of gloves ignited deep inside of you. Just a simple pair of gloves, but it meant so much more than that. It meant that he cared, that he was looking out for you. Despite the fact that you were employed by him, and it was your job to fix the ship, rain or shine, he treated you with respect. Treated you as a person, not just an employee. Treated you like a companion, a friend.

You remembered how heat had risen to your face when he offered the dark colored winter gloves. It had caused your throat to tighten and a stuttered 'thank you' to leave your lips when you accepted them from his outstretched hands.

All of that over a pair of gloves.

But you knew it was more than that.

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Making Amends - Hazy - Prompt 18, Chapter 5

@felixmonth, @stainedglassm

Summary: For Felix Month 2021 - beware, the chapters are not in chronological order^^

When Felix loses a bet with his cousin, he has to make amends with Adrien’s friends. Well, at least this provides a good excuse to spent a lot of time with Adrien’s “very good friend”, a certain designer, who may or may not be described as tolerable … or cute. This may not be so bad. Yeah, not bad at all.

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Chapters: First | Previous | Next

"Nevertheless," continued Poirot, "in view of what has happened, the police there would like to have another look at the anonymous letter I received. I have said that you and I will go down to Andover at once."

An ear-piercing thunder outside the bay window made Felix jump. He looked up and realised to his surprise that he hadn't even noticed the dark clouds that had claimed the sky. When he had started reading The ABC Murders, one of his favourite Poirot novels by Agatha Christie, only a short while ago the sky had been a cerulean blue, dotted only by a few soft-looking clouds here and there. Now it seemed like the apocalypse had come, another great flood hell-bent on drowning all of Paris. The city lay almost abandoned in the darkness of the overcast sky, which was quite unusual for this hour. Strong winds ripped through streets and alleyways, jolting the shutters of the windows and shaking, no, nearly bending the trees lining the streets of the posh neighbourhood he lived in. The window pane was cold enough that his breath left a small spot on the glass. Another bolt of lightning illuminated the world outside the window for a few moments soon accompanied by its roaring thunder. Heavy drops of rain pounded against the window forming small rivulets as the water ran down the glass.

To be honest, it was the perfect weather for an afternoon reading session with his favourite detective novel. And still, the sudden change in weather didn't sit well with him.

Felix pulled out his phone to check the news. Maybe this was the result of an akuma attack? If he remembered correctly there had been an akuma with weather-based powers in the past. Weather Girl or Storm Witch or something like that. She, like practically every akuma victim, looked nearly as bad as every poor model who had to wear one of his uncle's creations. That was the one relevant information he took from Marinette's rant over text back then. The rant had started with her disappointment over her losing the chance to model with Adrien to the girl she babysat that day, although she was happy the girl had a good time. Felix deliberately forgot this detail and selectively remembered the complaint about the design of the one akuma he heard about before he caused three of them at the same time.

There had indeed been an akuma battle earlier but the victim hadn't possessed any weather powers. In the end, the hero duo won the battle with some safety pins. Felix was confident that the local heroine was well-versed in this item's utilisation.

The lights in the den suddenly turned on and Felix looked over to the door where his mother had just stepped into the room. “Felix, how often have I told you to turn on the lights and not read in the dark? You’re ruining your eyes by doing that,” she reprimanded him, but her voice was gentle. “I just noticed the storm when I heard the thunder. But thank you for turning on the lights,” he answered and looked out again, watching the spectacle for another minute before he wanted to return his attention to his novel.

“It’s really coming down now,” he heard his mother mutter. She had stepped to the window next to him and looked out with a frown. And as much as Felix would like to return to his book, he had a feeling that his mother actually wanted to talk to him about something. Of course, it could also be that she just didn't get the hint that the still-opened book in his lap was

“I just thought how a storm like this is the perfect weather for an afternoon with my favourite detective,” Felix told her and glanced back down to the pages of his novel. "The ABC Murders again?" she wanted to know. There was a slight smile on her lips when she looked at him, but Felix could read the worry in her eyes. He closed the book, showing her the cover to let her know that she was correct, and placed it next to himself.

"What's wrong? I can see that you are worried. Is it Gabriel? What did he do this time?" His mother shook her head. "No, Gabriel doesn't have anything to do with this. At least as far as I know. It's just …" She fell silent and turned fully to him.“Have you heard anything from Marinette?” she asked after a moment of silence.

Felix froze. Why would his mother ask about Marinette? He felt a bit queasy the more he mulled over her words. Was she just trying to make conversation? Or did she have another reason? There had been an akuma battle. Had his mother figured out who Ladybug was as well? Or did he give something away? He could have sworn he didn't change his behaviour after he found out. “Not since school today. Is there a reason you asked?” he carefully probed, trying to seem nonchalant about it. His mother turned back to the window and watched the storm, but her frown had deepened.

“I called Sabine earlier and asked her if we could get something delivered. Initially, she told me that the delivery man had to leave for an emergency, but right at that moment Marinette came back from babysitting the daughter of a friend and she said she would send Marinette to us,” she explained and finally sat down next to him.

“Mrs Cheng sent her daughter out into pandemonium?” he questioned in disbelief and gestured at the apocalyptic conditions outside. His mother shook her head. “That was before the storm. I guess Marinette had to take shelter when that akuma attacked. The battle took place right between the bakery and our building. And right after that, the thunderstorm started. I had hoped she might have sent you a message to let you know she would be late. But if she hasn’t …” His mother fell silent once more, visibly perturbed by the thought of a young teenager running an errand in a storm like this.

Felix picked up his phone again to take a look at his messaging app, but when he couldn't find a text or a voice message from his friend he tried to call her. He had no success, so he put his book down and stood up. “Felix? Where are you going?” He turned at the door back to his mother. “It’s not like Marinette to worry others. If she could, she would let us know she's late. So, I’ll go out to find her,” he declared.

“Felix, look outside! You can’t be serious! We can call the police-”

“I am perfectly serious, mother. If I’m not back or haven’t told you where I am in half an hour, you can still call the police. But I will go out and look for Marinette. After all, if anything happened to her it’s because you asked for a delivery when you could have sent someone. And I will also let Mrs. Cheng know not to spring more responsibilities on Marinette. She already seems to drown in all the burdens people just load on her.”

With that, he got a coat and decided with a look out another window against an umbrella and instead took a rain poncho to go out. The strong wind would have just ripped the umbrella from his hands.

Outside he could only see as far as a few meters. The rain came down heavy and shallow rivers ran down the streets. He tried to walk around at least the bigger puddles, but he couldn’t avoid them all and soon his feet felt wet and cold. He wasn't really angry and immediately regretted his harsh words. His mother had no idea about everything Marinette was juggling. It was his own worry that had made him react harsher than he usually would.

The streets were pretty empty. Most people probably took shelter when the akuma attacked and stayed there when the storm followed after, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t what Marinette had done. After being held up by the akuma she would have felt guilty for being late, so she would have tried to make it as fast as possible through the storm. The thought of her out here all alone gave him another freezing shiver which had nothing to do with the cold rain or the biting wind that found its way under his coat.

It only took ten minutes to find her. Felix had held his eyes open and when he found a person with black hair lying on the pavement he recognised the girl immediately. “Marinette?” Felix gently shook her shoulder and when she wouldn’t react he shook her harder. A groan stopped him. “Marinette?” he repeated with slight trepidation. “Felix?” she slurred and closed her eyes again. Felix looked at his phone to check the time. He could call an ambulance and wait with her, but he could bring her back to his apartment faster than the ambulance could be here. It was only a few minutes, he had taken longer to get here because he was searching and had to be sure since the visibility conditions were quite poor. But he could call his mother and have her call for a doctor and he could bring her to the apartment. By doing this he could try to get her warm and dry while waiting for a doctor.

Decision made he pulled the rain poncho off and draped it carefully over Marinette. After that he called his mother and let her know about his plan then he turned back to Marinette. Felix left the box with the bakery’s logo that had spilt next to her where it was. That stupid delivery was the reason she was in this state. Well, maybe one of the reasons. The pastries were soggy anyway, so nobody would eat them anymore.

The boy tried to pick up Marinette carefully. He made sure to cover her with the poncho as much as possible, so she would be protected from the rain for now. He also held her close to his chest in a desperate effort to share his remaining warmth with the sogging wet icy bundle in his arms as he made his way back to the apartment at a hurried pace.

“Felix?” he heard the girl in his arms rasp after he started walking back to his apartment. “Shhh, Marinette. Everything will be fine. I’ll bring you back to my apartment and we’ll get you dry and warm and comfy there, alright?” he reassured her, but he wasn’t sure whether she could hear him over the thunder and the rain pattering against the material of the poncho. Still, Marinette seemed to relax at his words. “Ev'ything's so hazy. 'don’ like it,” he heard her complain and he felt how she snuggled her face against his shoulder. “We will make the haze disappear,” he promised her after a moment he took to take a deep breath. Marinette just sighed and didn’t stir again until he was back at his building.

The lift couldn’t be fast enough and at the door, he rang the bell and knocked against the door. With his arms full of a bundle of unconscious designer he couldn’t unlock the door on his own. His mother opened, the worry and guilt written across her face. “You found her!” she exclaimed in relief. “Ines has prepared the guest bedroom for her. Ines? Can you help to get her out of her wet clothes? Felix, could you go and get some of your lounge attire? It’s probably still too big, but not as big as my clothes would be.”

Although Felix was loath to leave Marinette for even a second, he agreed that Marinette wouldn’t want him there when she was changed into dry clothes, so he left. In his wardrobe, he looked for the softest, comfiest clothes he had and soon returned with them to his mother. While he was waiting to be allowed back in he heard the bell ring and answered the door. It was the doctor his mother called. He allowed the woman in and led her to the bedroom. His mother came back out and waited with him in front of the door.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she finally admitted. And Felix knew that. He wasn’t truly angry with his mother. Of course, she would assume it was fine if Marinette’s mother said so. He couldn’t blame this on her. He was just worried and his mother was there.

“I know,” he replied and offered her a hug which she accepted. “I’ll still need to have a serious talk with Marinette’s parents and with Marinette. She was lucky. Who knows if she would be as lucky the next time? She needs to take things slower or she needs someone to keep an eye on everything she does, so she won’t overdo herself.”

Actually, this wasn’t a bad idea. He was brilliant at planning and organising. Maybe Marinette would agree to have him manage her schedule. It would give him the perfect reason to spend more time with her as well. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He would approach Marinette about this when she felt better and not a moment earlier.

"Felix?" He looked away from the door to the guest room to his mother. "You're drenched. Go, take a hot bath or at least change into dry clothes as well. I'm sure Marinette wouldn't want you to get sick. The doctor is with her and Ines and I are here. It's going to be fine. You can take care of your own well-being now." She was right. Felix took a deep breath and let it go slowly. He felt the tension slowly leave his body and exhaustion settle in. If he took a bath, he would only fall asleep there, so he decided to just change his clothes. "Thank you, Mom," he croaked and turned away. The worry didn't leave him altogether, but the queasy feeling he had was barely there anymore only to return with a vengeance when he came back in lounge attire to see the doctor talk in a hushed and severe voice to his mother.

“-After enough rest, she should be fine,” the woman ended just as he arrived at the door. She couldn’t tell them more but would inform Marinette’s parents about the details. Felix wasn't satisfied with that, but there wasn't anything he could do. The doctor told them enough to properly take care of Marinette, any more information about her health would be reserved for her family. And after all, this was another way to let them know how dangerous the situation was, by a medical professional no less. He stepped into the room and sat down next to Marinette. No matter how tired he was, he wanted to assure himself of her health condition. Carefully he took her hand in his and gently stroked it. It pained him to see his fiery friend this vulnerable and fragile and he swore to himself, he would never allow anything like this to happen to her again. He would have to be there to prevent a repeat!

“Felix?” he heard Marinette mutter once more. Said boy felt his heart beat a bit faster and stronger. He changed his position so he sat down next to her on the bed and his fingers clasped her hand with a bit more force. “I’m here, Marinette. I’m with you.” The girl smiled a bit. “‘s not hazy an'more. ‘s comfy. Like promised,” she slurred and pulled his hand next to her face to snuggle it as she slipped back into sleep. Felix stayed right next to her on the bed until her parents arrived to bring her back home.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #felinette #felinette fanfic #felix month 2021 #marinette x felix #rich!marinette #felix redemption #bamf marinette #Hexxe: Making Amends

[empressofthelibrary]

stormy days

The sky was overcast. Rain was beginning to fall, and Kui Mulang's ears twitched as he heard distant thunder. The storm would be here soon.

And Hualei, his beloved, was not at home.

He paced around the living room, trying to ease the tension in his body. It was just a storm. Hualei was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. And besides, the dragon-pepper girl was with her. She had been a formidable opponent, and he knew she cared for Hualei. His beloved would be well enough with her friends.

Still, he'd rather she was safe at home, with him.

He sat down on the couch, fiddling with the collar of the turtleneck sweater Hualei had purchased for him. She had been delighted with it, though he didn't fully understand the appeal. The dark blue material felt so tight, and it was strange to wear something that fit so close around his neck.

"Don't pull at it so much," Hualei had chided. "You'll stretch the fabric out and it'll sit weird."

Realizing he was doing it again, Kui drew his hand away from his neck and set it on his leg. A moment later, his heel began to bounce against the floor, almost on its own. He stood again, crossing into the apartment's kitchen to get a drink of water.

As he turned the tap off -- that engineering marvel was still fascinating to him -- the phone on the wall began to ring. He lifted it from the hook and placed it against his ear. "Ah, hello?"

"Wolfman." It was the pig-demon on the other side, the one who ran the noodle shop. "Hualei mentioned the other day you didn't have your own phone yet, so I thought I'd call and make sure you were okay. This storm's going to be a bad one."

Kui set the glass down on the counter with a clink. "What do you mean?" The frost crept back into his voice as he struggled to keep his anxiety in check.

"I mean the weather's gonna get rough. High speed winds, maybe some flooding in the streets. Nothing like a monsoon, just... You and Hualei stay inside, okay?"

"...She isn't home yet," Kui replied.

Outside, the wind was picking up. Thunder rumbled again, much closer.

"What?" The pig-demon's surprise was genuine. "Mei's here, she said she and Hualei parted ways a good half-hour ago."

A chill ran down Kui's spine. "She should be here by now. Put the dragon-girl on the line."

"Hey, I'm sure --"

"Put her on the phone," Kui growled. "Please."

"Alright, alright," the other demon grumbled. "Since y'asked nice and all."

There was a faint rustling, and Mei's voice was the next on the phone. "Hey, guy-that-tried-to-eat-me. What's up?"

"Where. Is. Hualei?"

"...I take it she isn't home yet, then." Her voice was quiet. "But hey, don't worry!" Her voice brightened with a false, cheerful bravado. "I'm sure she's fine!"

"You were the last one to see her, pepper-girl." Kui's voice was an icy hiss now. "If she has come to any harm --"

Suddenly, the door swung open. Hualei stumbled inside, arms laden with grocery bags. Water dripped from her raincoat onto the floor, plastering her dark hair against her skin. "Oh, gosh! It's really starting to pour out there." She chuckled, coming into the kitchen. "Sorry I'm late, I saw the weather turning, and I wanted to make soup tonight. Who's on the phone?"

"Beloved!" Kui dropped the phone against the counter, scooping Hualei up into his arms and spinning her around. He pulled the groceries from her hands and set them on the counter, then turned to embrace her again. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing in her scent.

"Hey!" Mei's voice crackled from the phone's speaker. "You gonna finish that threat or not?"

"Is that Mei?" Hualei leaned over, reaching for the receiver. "Aw, c'mon, I thought you two were finally getting along."

Kui picked the phone up first, one arm still wound around Hualei's waist. "She is home now. It is fine." He hung the phone back up before either Mei or Hualei could respond.

Another boom of thunder rolled through, lightning flashing through the sky. The windows shook, and Kui couldn't hide his subtle flinch.

"Oh, my love." Hualei lifted her hands, scratching behind Kui's lupine ears. He relaxed, melting against her. "Don't worry. I'm home now, and the storm's gonna pass soon. You wanna watch a movie?"

"That... Would be nice," he sighed. "But what about dinner?"

"I'll start it after the movie." Hualei took Kui's hand and pulled him towards the couch. "I wanna sit down for a bit anyway."

#i need to come up with a ship name for these two #Hualei (lmk oc) #Kui Mulang (lmk)

[winteringdream]

Oooo can I get a number 4 misc with Hayate with them confessing at the end please I need something to cure my Hayate brainrot😭

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"sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie,"

p. hayate x gn!reader g. fluff, confession . 100+ event

autumn has its ups and downs, and today was one of those bad days. the sun that had shone brightly in the morning was nowhere to be seen right now.

you worriedly look outside, grey clouds cover the sky outside. the weather app on your phone predicts no rain, but you, being unprepared for cold weather, are not relieved by this news.

your t-shirt that seemed like the perfect clothing when you stepped out of the house provided no protection for the cold autumn weather.

of course, there is always a solution. hayate, who always dresses extra warm because his mom tells him to.

not to mention your big crush on him, it was the perfect plan.

right when the bell rings, signalling your end of the day, you approach hayate. he's happily conversing with his friend behind him.

"oh, hey y/n," he greets you. his friend tells him he needs to leave and hayate waves him goodbye.

"hayate, it is super cold outside," you begin, "and i don't have anything except this with me." you point at your t-shirt.

he laughs, "you're always so smart when it comes to dressing for the weather."

you roll your eyes at his teasing, "at least i wasn't sweating in first period."

"at least i'm not the one going home while freezing in a t-shirt. what do you want me to do about it?"

"sharing is caring, give me the hoodie," the dark blue hoodie he has been wearing all day was your target.

he looks hesitant but hands you his hoodie after you shoot him a smile. how could he refuse?

now, you are walking home, hayate walking next to you. he made sure to walk you home too, "in case you're still cold." he had said.

hayate is wearing his jacket and holds his bike next to him as he peacefully walks next to you.

"hayate," you say, "you didn't have to walk me home you know, it's not that cold."

"it was getting late anyway, now that the sun sets earlier it'll be dark soon. it's too dangerous."

you avoid eye contact with him when he talks to you. this was definitely not helping you get over your crush on him.

"thank you, that's very kind of you."

"of course i'm kind, whose hoodie are you wearing right now?" he scoffs. you softly hit his shoulder.

"that's why i like you," you happily beam. you're unaware of the fact that it kind of sounds like a confession.

you suddenly stop walking, and turn to hayate. had he noticed how suspicious that had sounded?

"you know, you're too obvious when it comes to crushes." he begins, "did you really think you were slick with staring at me?"

your heart thumps in your chest. was this what rejection felt like? you hadn't mentally prepared for this moment yet.

"don't look so sad, i'm not done yet." he says, slightly panicked, "i like you too."

"hayate, that was the worst way to tell someone you like them back!" you exclaim out of relief. "i was about to cry!"

he laughs loudly, "you should've seen the look on your face!"

you begin to speed up, leaving hayate behind.

"wait up! i'm sorry! wait!"

the bickering and teasing didn't stop until you got home. hayate told you to keep the hoodie as a reminder of today, and you happily danced in your room after you made sure he left.

#andaudition drabbles #andaudition #andaudition boys #&audition boys fanfic #&audition #&audition the howling #&audition boys #&audition hayate #hayate fluff #hayate drabbles #hayate #hayate the howling #the howling drabbles #the howling hayate #the howling #🌱 ; 100 event !

[usedpidemo]

Radical Red v3.1 Random Encounters (Route 1 only).

Yeah, this randomizer was cracked. Four legendary Pokémon and they're all insanely powerful. For reference, this was on scaled, so the species were randomized to match equal strength (I don't know why the game won't acknowledge it though), but it's insane that I got both Kubfu and Cosmog, albeit Kubfu was a day time exclusive only. It's insane you can get Urshifu-Rapid Strike as early as before Mt. Moon because of a lone Water Stone, and he was doing most of the carrying while the Cosmogs took nearly halfway to fully evolve. Lunala is absolutely cracked, to no one's surprise, being able to survive any one hit even facing down +2 enemies from full and inducing burns or paralysis back—depending on what the situation requires. Most of the lategame was heavily dependent on wearing down physical attackers with Wisp + Roost until they were in range to a boosted Hex or inducing paralysis as one of the very few speed control users. MVP easily. Solgaleo has the bulk to abuse Weakness Policy and slam enemies down with +2 Sunsteel Strike. I just wish it had access to something like Rock Polish or Autotomize because it had so much potential to sweep, but was held back by it's lackluster speed. Scarfed Urshifu-Rapid did a lot of the late game cleaning, picking off sashed leads with Surging Strikes. Not a lot of Rocky Helmet/Rough Skin abusers around really benefitted him and Urshifu-Dark. Cradily and Zebstrika were only there for the Lorelei rain matchup, but otherwise, the legendary quartet did most of the heavy lifting. At points I wanted to use the other mons and box the Legendaries because it was getting too easy, but I ultimately crutched on them for most of the run, heh. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. I still don't know if the randomizer is consistent; I've heard the encounter pool changes every day, but once I caught all the available mons with DexNav, I never really bothered to look back.

29 losses—2 to the Ariana & Archer tag battle, 2 to Silph Giovanni, 1 to May, 1 to Blaine, 3 to Cerulean Cave Giovanni, 1 to Lorelei, 5 to Bruno, 7 to Agatha, 2 to Lance, and 5 to Blue. I absolutely despise Agatha's Marshadow, being basically a perfect counter to my whole team with Ghost/Fighting dual STAB and being generally faster than my whole team. Spectrier, despite having the most one dimensional movepool ever and Scarf, two shotted Urshifu-Single even resisted. I found the Urshifu-Rapid lead to be more favorable for my team against Bruno than the Infernape lead. As for Blue, the faster matchups were just really annoying, and the AI clearly is smarter than at times—even my Scarf Urshifu-Rapid couldn't outrun Pheromosa. Crazy. Whenever I used Surging Strikes, it would U-turn out, but if I went for U-turn, it would go for Close Combat. Primal Groudon was arguably the biggest problem, being incapable of being statused by paralysis or burn and paralyzing the whole team outside of Zebstrika, who gets oneshot by any of its moves anyway. The goal was not for rocks to get up on my side on the field, which really hampered Lunala's Shadow Shield ability, even with Roost. It came down to Lunala being able to survive a Dark Hole from Yveltal on a damage roll, even at full, then chipping with Moonblast + Thunder from Zebstrika, otherwise it would get destroyed by Sucker Punch if Rocks are up. Mega Metagross is a strange one; it would go for Bullet Punch at times to fail Urshifu-Single's Sucker Punch even when the latter was healthy and Urshifu-Rapid wouldn't be able to take it out.

Anyway, this is kind of a way for me to practice a little but of writing between fics XD I get to tear my brain out because of bad RNG have fun playing Pokémon while getting my word count up by a bit. I'm not sure what kind of themed runs I wanna do. Monotype is overdone, Mono-region seems the most promising but the pool is extremely vast, but whichever way the wind blows for me, I guess.

#pokemon #pokemon radical red #rom hack