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runningfrom2am · 4 months
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Hi, how’s your day been going? Hoping it was amazing. I just saw your post about needing inspo for Coriolanus fics! I’m not sure if you are taking requests but if you are Could you maybe do a touch-starved Coryo fic? Something fluffy/angsty where Coryo can finally fulfill those needs and be himself and vulnerable with the reader. Thanks!
as long as you need me - c.s
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pairing: coryo x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, he just needs you and you just want to help.
requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)
nav / coriolanus snow masterlist
a/n: ahhh thank you for sending this in! it was so fun to write like stopppp i just want to give him a hug omg. also thought i'd post this to hold y'all off until i post the next part of LTPF. anyway, enjoy!
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You had a very stable grasp of the limits of your relationship. What was appropriate, and what was not. You were quite shy, and Coryo always carried himself with a high level of decorum. You would eat together at lunch, and he would walk you home most days. The weekends, your study dates, were always your favourite. He was significantly more relaxed, but you could still tell he was just a little tightly wound. By now, you've just learned that's who he is. Not overly affectionate, but he cares for you and you care for him. 
"I can't stay late today, I'm sorry." You said, genuinely feeling bad for having to turn down the request. In your junior year, you started tutoring for younger grades at the academy and it is something you thoroughly enjoyed.
"I have a test tomorrow! Why can't you stay? Just for a few minutes- I just have a couple of questions." The first year, Aelia whined.
"My boyfriend is supposed to walk me home and he has a tight schedule, but I'll tell you what, I can meet you in the library in the morning before class. That way it will still be fresh in your mind, yeah?" You grinned, and she seemed satisfied as you agreed on a time, not knowing that a few of the girls in your grade were listening in.
"Y/N," Clemensia decided to approach you as Aelia walked off, Arachne and Livia following close behind. "Did I catch you telling someone that you have a boyfriend? Did I hear that right?"
"Oh, well, yes." You answered sheepishly, gathering your things to put in your bag before your next class.
"Really?" Livia chimed in, and you just nodded. "Okay, well, spill. Who is it? Do I know him?"
"Um..." You looked around, deciding what to say. You weren't necessarily keeping it a secret, but you just hadn't felt the need to tell anyone you went to school with. "It's Coriolanus. Snow." You cleared your throat, unsure why you even added his last name. It's not like the name Coriolanus was abundantly common.
"Shut up." Clemensia laughed slightly, eyes widening at you. "You're joking, right?"
"No... We've been together for almost seven months now."
"I just... wow. We had no idea. Seven months! I feel like I've never seen the two of you get closer than two feet apart." You weren't sure whether to interpret this response as teasing or genuine shock- so you just gave them an awkward smile and a small nod before walking away.
At the time, you had never considered how your lack of affection in public could be confusing to people- not that it mattered. Rumors had spread quickly after that, which was to be expected when Livia and Arachne were involved. However, PDA just wasn't your thing. General displays of affection weren't really your thing, either. Both of you always had a lot going on, and having been together for almost a year by now, you knew that you loved him and he loved you. You didn't have to prove it to each other or to anyone, there was no pressure for anything to change. On your end, anyway.
Coryo, on the other hand, was feeling something shift. Leading up to the reaping and more importantly, to the prize. You both were in the running, being in the top twenty-four of your class, and you had no doubt that Coryo was a shoo-in, but you didn't know how extremely anxious it was making him. The now constant thrumming of his heartbeat in his chest and his shaky hands were always less around you, and he can only dream of how much better it would be if he could just hold you.
These days, he'd wake up expecting you in his arms due to a particularly calming dream only to be disappointed. He respected you a great amount and wouldn't want to push your boundaries, however unspoken. Still, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go about his day-to-day without testing his theory that holding you could cure his fears, or at least let him forget about them for only a moment. He would happily take just a second of peace.
Coriolanus usually greeted you outside of your unshared classes, seeing that you tended to stay a few minutes late to ask questions or polish off your notes. He couldn't wait to see you, he needed to.
"Coryo." You smile, walking out of your lecture hall to see him waiting.
"Hi, Love. How was class?" Your boyfriend greets you, joining you on your walk towards the exit of the school.
"It was good. Though, I find the topic of the rebellion kind of redundant at this point." You say, books tucked against your chest under folded arms. "Is it not too soon to discuss it in a history class? I mean, I literally remember what it was like to live in a bomb shelter."
Your joke seemingly lands on deaf ears as he just hums, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you out of the building. This wasn't totally unusual, but with the way he was pushing you, albeit gently, was telling you that something was wrong.
"Is everything okay?" You ask him, looking up at the boy next to you as you reach the bottom of the academy's front steps.
"Fine." Coryo nods, attempting a reassuring smile that he isn't aware falls short.
"Okay, well... If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you, you know. Always."
"I know. Thank you, Love." He drops his hand from your back to hold your free one, turning in the direction of your apartment.
The next afternoon, you're in the same class, one of the rare ones you don't share with Coryo, taking down notes from the lecture when there's a knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. You pay no mind, taking the opportunity to catch up on everything written on the board.
"May I borrow Y/N, please?" Your boyfriend's voice is scratchy and shakey in a way unfamiliar sounding to you, making your head snap up. You'd never seen him cry before. "Only for a moment."
Your teacher dismisses you, likely on account of your and Coriolanus's mutually spotless records and his red-rimmed eyes. Clearly, you were needed urgently. You leave your bag and your books, ignoring the whistles and heckling of some of your classmates as you rush to the door.
Coryo had reached his breaking point. He was writing his third paper of the week, unable to focus on that and get his mind off of how unlikely it was he would get the prize if the Dean had any say. Sitting in the library, the world had started turning around him. People were talking, laughing, even, and he couldn't take it anymore. The floodgates opened and he had rushed out of the room. He couldn't go home, his attendance would be affected and he'd be throwing away the prize most definitely. He had nowhere to go, except for to you.
You close the door behind yourself, thankful that the hallway is completely deserted during class time. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask, and before you can get a good look at him he's pulling you into a crushing hug, shaking around you.
You're shocked for a moment, pulling yourself out of your head to hug him back. Whatever is bothering him must be bad. He'd hugged you before, but never like this. "Hey, it's okay..." You whisper, rubbing his back. "Let's go outside for a second, yeah? Get some air?" You offer, gently prying yourself from his grasp to look at him.
Coryo can't speak, overtaken completely by the tears flowing down his cheeks and the anxiety flooding every inch of his body. He feels like he could be sick, all he knew that he needed was you. He just nods, trying to regain his composure, if only for the couple of minutes it takes to get outside.
"Okay. Let's go." You smile, trying not to show how worried you are as you wrap an arm around his back, still holding him close to you as if he has a broken ankle and you have to carry him. So far, his theory was proving to be correct. Just having you at his side was calming to him, and mentally he's cursing himself for not voicing his fears to you before they broke him.
As soon as the door of the rarely used back exit to the school is closed, he's essentially collapsing onto the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest and crying into his hands. You're quick to join him, draping an arm over his back and trying to grab one of his hands to hold. Your brow is knit with worry, rubbing his shoulder as he allows you to take one of his shaking hands. "Coryo..." You say softly, trying to get him to look at you but he won't. "What's happening? Talk to me, you can trust me. I just want to help."
He sniffles, looking up at you. "What is it?" You ask again, hoping to prompt any kind of information out of him. When he doesn't answer, you curve your approach to yes or no questions, hopefully, to make it easier on him. "Is someone hurt? Is it Grandma'am? Did something happen?"
He shakes his head slightly with every question, once again avoiding your eyes as he looks down at the ground, occasionally trying to cough out the knot in his throat.
"...Do you want to talk? Or do you just need a hug?" You realize, leaning in so he would look at you again.
He pulls you closer, wrapping both his arms around you awkwardly due to the way you are both sitting. "Just need you here." He mumbles, hardly audible as he buries his face in your shoulder and neck.
Relieved to hear his voice again, you place a hand on his hair and on his back, holding him tight. "I'm here, Coryo. As long as you need me."
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cheonstapes · 4 months
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hiii lovie! first off, i love love love ur writings so much idk how to describe it but you write so… pretty? it’s like I’m reading a love letter from elle woods teehee, second how would you feel about miguel x maddy perez!reader? i just have a really good feeling of miguel liking his women kind of mean, lack of vocal filter who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for him (like LITERALLY) but she’s also a big softie to those who she finds dearly to her. miguel knows how tough she is but knowing her past and what her ex had done to her, miguel would most definitely be protective of his woman. IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT HDJDJDND OK ILY BYE
miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOU LOVE TO BE LOVED’ (*・ω・)ノ
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a/n~ i've never watched euphoria believe it or not, so i watched it for you anonnie!!!!! it's interesting! thank you lovely for the request, sorry for the wait baby, sorry it's a bit short💗
cw; SMUT!! not a lot, reader is lowkey a killer, miguel is whipped, blood, fluff, cutesy couple shenanigans! NAWT PROOFREAD - shame on me!
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sorry, but i think miguel would love to be taken care of by his strong woman
he thinks it’s so sexy when you take charge, knowing when you say what you say — you mean it
you two are practically polar opposites, especially with the way that you dress
he doesn’t mind if you dress more revealing than most cause he knows you can take care of yourself and he’s can definitely take care of you too 
he loves how soft you are behind closed doors too — the whispers and the pure domestication that you exude when it’s just you two alone is too much for him to handle sometimes 
he even proposed early cause he knew you were too good to let go
when he found out about what happened with you and your ex, he was furious 
the thought of someone putting their filthy hands on his girl never failed to rile him up — it was his go-to motivation when he’s at the gym beating the fuck out of those punching bags
he knows despite how tough you may seem, deep down you’re still sensitive 
he pays mind to not raise his voice at you and he never, EVER, puts his hands on you — unless you’re into that
you spoil him, as much as it pains him to see you spending money on him (he should be doing that for you) he wouldn’t refuse it, knowing that’s just how you love
and when you see the cashier tryna chat up your man right in front of you?
miguel says a silent prayer for the poor soul
your nails tapping against the counter as your eyes twitches slightly — you somehow manage to sweetly ask them to meet you out back
when you come back a few minutes later, wiping the blood off of your cheek he just smiles — kissing that same cheek and grabbing your hand, “ready to go, baby?”
he’s that type of boyfriend that would keep an arm around your waist 24/7, making sure he walks closest to the road, carrying you over puddles
it’s extra as fuck but anything for his baby
speaking of anything for you…
definitely a service dom!
he 100% would let you top whenever, i doubt he would be insecure about you taking the lead
when he’s domming, he makes sure to listen to everything you ask of him
you want him to go slower? sure!
faster? sure!
pound you into the mattress? of-fucking-course!
mans just wants his pretty baby to feel good cause that’s what you deserve!
he’s the type to grab your hips, grinding deliciously into your cunt as he pants into your ear — telling you how sweet you are, how much he adores and worships his queen
he’d love it when you’d ride him too, he wouldn’t want to take control either 
just letting you pleasure yourself till your hearts content, it doesn’t even matter if he cums or not — as long as you’re satisfied 
ANYWay
miguel is such a big simp for his meanie gf
giving you all the biggest kisses and titty sucks you deserve
( ◠‿◠ )
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-RAAAAAAAAAAA
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woso-fan13 · 7 months
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Sicktember 2023: 14
“I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”
“You did this to yourself, you know.”
“Gee, Emily, I wasn’t aware. Thank you so much for telling me,” you reply sarcastically. 
You’re currently laying on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, your eyes closed to hopefully prevent the nauseous feeling from progressing. Emily is leaning against the doorframe, looking down at you. 
“We all told you not to keep practicing after practice, but you insisted. We all told you to drink water and you had maybe two sips total. You kept ignoring us, and now you have- I don’t know- heat stroke or something.”
As you open your mouth to reply, you feel something other than words bubbling up. You quickly push yourself back over the toilet, gagging. You spit into the toilet when you finish, hoping to rid yourself of the taste. 
“Exhaustion,” you say quietly. 
“What are you talking about?” Emily asks. 
“It’s heat exhaustion, not heat stroke. Heat stroke can kill you, heat exhaustion just makes you feel shitty. And I’m not dead, I just feel shitty.”
“See, that’s the thing. I know you caused this and I know you’ll be fine. I shouldn’t be this worried about you, but you look so pitiful that I am.”
You pout at Emily, taking advantage of her worry to get what you want. 
“Emmy? Can you pass me my water?”
Emily grabs the water bottle from the sink, passing it down to you. She watches you rinse your mouth out before moving to recap the water bottle. 
“Uh-uh, no way,” she stops you. “Drink some of that too, at least a quarter of it.”
You reluctantly put the bottle to your mouth, taking a few small sips before pulling it away. You look up to see Emily glaring at you, and, with a deep breath, you drink enough of the water to satisfy her. 
“Good girl,” she nods, “are you ready to get to bed?”
You shake your head, regretting it when it causes the ever-present nausea to worsen, “I’m gonna stay here for tonight, just in case.”
Emily sighs dramatically before disappearing into the room. At first, you assume that she’s gone to bed, but the clattering you hear tells you that she hasn’t. It’s only when she reappears at the bathroom door that you know what she’s doing. 
Her arms are full of blankets and pillows and she quickly drops them to the floor. She pushes one of the pillows over to you, keeping the other for herself. She doesn’t give you a blanket, knowing that it would defeat all of the cooling off that your body had done. She instead lays the extra comforter on the ground, providing some cushioning from the firm floor. 
Emily lays down next to you, pulling one of the blankets over herself and throwing an arm around you. Her hand settles on your stomach, gently rubbing large circles. 
“Don’t tell anyone I’m doing this,” she warns, “we agreed that we’d make you suffer through this alone because you did this to yourself. I’m not going to leave you alone, but if any of the other girls ask, you spent the night alone on the cold, dark, bathroom floor.”
“Please, do you really think any of them would have actually left me alone to suffer?” You ask, “I know that none of the vets would, and I doubt anyone else would. Well, maybe Kel, but that’s just because she doesn’t do well with sick people.”
Emily laughs, thinking about Kelley’s reaction the last time you had gotten sick, “you’re right, I bet she would just run and make whoever she finds first come take care of you. The girl means well, she’s just not a fan of bodily fluids.”
You smile before a yawn replaces it. 
“Get some sleep, sicky,” Emily says, “you need it.”
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zriasstuff · 2 months
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Tutoring lessons pt.1- Blaise Zabini x reader
In which you and Blaise get to know each other on a deeper level, which you never expected.
To be honest, I don’t know how to characterize Blaise at all, and all the “Slytherin Boys react” that I read always barely have any Blaise in it, so just run with it :’)
There will be a pt.2 with smut too, just see this as setting the scene.
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“Can we please just take a break”, Blaise annoyingly asks you for the thousandth time. It’s as if he was a little child who couldn’t focus for more than 10 minutes.
“No, we just need to go through one more question, then we can take a break”, you tell him, but that answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him.
One reason why this was so difficult for him is that he never did his own work in class. Hence, concentrating didn’t exactly come easy to him. The only reason for which Blaise was even passing, was him paying other people to do his work for him. It was something you could never imagine yourself doing.
So, you would think that when he asked you to tutor him, he actually started to care about school, but quite the opposite apparently. His behavior made you believe it was all just some elaborate joke by him.
It wasn’t merely today, you’d been doing this for weeks already and there seemed to be no progress at all. You started wondering whether the problem was you or him.
As you tried your best to explain the last question to him, he rolled his eyes resentfully, and signaled clearly to you that he wasn’t paying attention anymore. His head was tiresomely hanging from his shoulders, and he sighed as you went on and on about stuff he doesn’t care about.
“You got that?”, you check up on him occasionally, fearing that this was all just for nothing again.
“Uh-huh”, he responds in annoyance. It was the most unconvincing thing you ever heard. He could at least try to sound interested.
With the amount of time that had passed, in which he cared so little, you finally couldn’t take it anymore. Here you were, making sure a fellow classmate would pass his finals, and he was being nothing but ungrateful.
You shut the textbook promptly, which creates a loud banging noise, and look at the utterly unmotivated person sitting next to you.
“Could you please just try for a second because I’m starting to doubt you’d understand what we’re learning about, even if you tried”, you spurt out. The words coming from your mouth spilled out uncontrollably, it was like all your repressed inner thoughts were finally being said out loud.
“I’m really trying my hardest here, to make you understand and I’ve been getting nothing from you for weeks”, you continued your confrontation, although you started sounding a little desperate at this point. You keep looking at him intensely, while also coming off as extremely frustrated.
Blaise, after being shocked at first by your sudden frustration that you let out on him in a rather unfriendly way, counters with the same attitude right away.
“Listen, I know you think grades are the most important shit, but they’re not. I’m good at other things, and maybe I don’t want to work with you because you suck at explaining.”, he spits at you, gradually raising his voice.
Having said that, he actually got up, ready to leave the library altogether. Not that you minded, but something about this interaction felt unfinished. He still had to explain certain things to you, so you stop him in his tracks by following him and demanding him to stay.
“Just leave me alone, will you”, he sighs loudly, back still turned to you. “And you’re definitely fired”, he adds, quickly turning around and glancing at you as he’s saying that.
“S- Seriously?", you are stunned by his behavior. “How mature of you by the way, you’re firing me?”, you continue, mocking him along the way. “It’s not my fault you’re so stupid and slow, I mean it’s not like anyone else will have patience with you. So yeah, have fun failing”
Blaise finally fully turns to you again and opens his mouth for a second, but no words come out. Not sure what he was feeling, you suddenly start to feel a pit in your stomach building. Maybe you’d gone too far. You could’ve definitely expressed that in a nicer, more constructive way.
You were the only people left in the library, it was late. Perhaps that’s why this interaction felt like it was ages long.
Finally, after what seems like hours of just standing face to face without saying anything, you decide it was time to be the bigger person. Blaise certainly didn’t seem like he was ready to break the ice.
Innerly you know what you said before was uncalled for, but nonetheless every fight is a two person job.
“I- I’m sorry”, you begin, “what I said was uncalled for, and just out of frustration. I just, I just want to know that my tutoring is actually helping, you know.” You notice your voice getting more quiet as you go on, but as you were standing so close he must’ve still heard.
“You know I asked you to tutor me because McGonagall was on my ass, not because I actually cared”, he states.
“I kinda figured after the first few sessions”
Another moment of quietness passes before he goes on.
“At the start I actually wanted to do good, to prove I’m not as incompetent as everyone thinks I am”, he confesses honestly. This was the first time Blaise actually sounded genuine about something, it made you want to get to know him more.
“But after a while, I realized I was in fact hopeless and stupid-”
“Don’t say that”, you try to comfort him swiftly. It was dreadful when people said those hurtful things about themselves, but you know you and your earlier outburst were at fault here too.
“No it’s true, you just said it, don’t try to deny it”
Now you feel even worse. You never wanted to make him feel this bad about himself, and no one should ever think so low of themselves either. In the past, you also had plenty of self deprecating thoughts about yourself, but you tried your best to wash those away. Along the way you realized that you were so much better of a person than you’d ever given yourself credit for.
Quickly, you try to come up with something to make him feel better, but you're afraid you have ruined it. So, honestly, you tell him that you’re sorry and don’t know what to say. Whoever said “honesty is the best policy” better be damn right now you think.
Blaise pondered for a moment, but appeared to enjoy the honesty after all. Same as you, he decided to own up to his faults too.
“It’s not your job to make me feel better, besides I haven’t been the best student either. It just sucks having everyone think you’re the worst”
Slowly, you feel the tension completely dissolving between you two. Communicating was the key after all. Now you knew exactly what to say to Blaise.
“I know it sucks, and you can ignore what I said. But what I can give you as advice is that it’s your mindset that’s holding you back”
“What do you mean?”, he questions, raising an eyebrow at you, not fully understanding yet.
“You keep getting dragged down by all the negativity, so much that you started to give up on yourself too. It’s like you know you’re going to fail, so you don’t even try.”
“So you’re saying I should just believe in myself”, he asks to make sure he got what you said, also seeming rather unimpressed.
“Look, I know it sounds basic, but it’s true, no?”
As he’s thinking about what you said, Blaise sees your point. He did in fact never actually try. Copying off of others. Failing tests, saying he never studied to begin with. Never studying, so he’d have an excuse for why he failed. Not doing work because he’s afraid that if he did, he’d have a confirmation that he was in fact stupid. Perhaps it was really time to change something about his whole mindset.
“Will you keep trying to help me, if I promise I’ll actually try?”, he asks nervously. He realizes he just became more vulnerable than ever. Especially to someone he hadn’t even considered to be his friend before. He was looking forward to being friends with you though, and hopefully in the future he’d get to know things about you too. Before that, you had to decide though whether you wanted to help him.
“Well I don’t know”
“Oh-”
“Don’t you have to un-fire me first”, you joke. You practically saw the relief wash over his face. Looks like he really means what he was saying. Blaise expressed his gratitude for your help, and offered to do something for you too in the meantime. Since you couldn't think of anything, you just told him that tutoring him would look good on your resume too, and you left it at that.
Turns out, on your walk back to the Slytherin common room, that you two had a lot in common too, even if you had differences when it came to your studies. Surprisingly, your guys’ favorite quidditch team was the same, and you had the same favorite players. Both of you also shared the same dream vacation locations, and most importantly you both agreed that Malfoy kinda looked like a ferret.
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mossy-opal · 11 months
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To Lay Beneath
Succubus! Shigaraki x Reader
Warnings: SMUT!!!!! HEAVY SMUT!!!! Heavy Sub and Dom Tones, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Safe Word Usage (we believe in safe sex here)
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Did I get really into this and write a 2,800 word fic?.... No. You're seeing things.
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Males were rare. They weren’t often produced, and if they were, they were oftentimes seen as… Weak. Usually, males were Incubi, and females were Succubi. For a male to be born a Succubus, it just made things harder on them. Humans were far too inferior to really understand, as humans were often too picky. Unfortunately, that led to many nights Shigaraki went hungry. This often led to him being snippy, and angry, and that made it even harder for him to find someone, anyone, to feed off of…
It was just stupid, being constantly teased by others of his kind, and being constantly rejected by those of a lesser species. It was ridiculous!
Making his way down the street, he moved through the crowds looking for someone who would satisfy him, looking for anyone who seemed just as desperate as he was.
Everything was just so annoying…
He bumped into someone, that just made him hiss.
“Hey! Watch it!”
Dammit, they were pretty too- “Ah, I’m sorry sweetie, I wasn’t looking where I was going..!”
Wait.
What?
Sweetie!?
He could already feel his face flush as he sputtered out an “it’s fine”, and you didn’t make it any better by smiling at him, and gently laughing. What was so funny!?
“You’re pretty cute y’know that? Here, let me make it up to you, let me get you a coffee?”
Your consistent compliments didn’t help him any, “Sure, fine, whatever…”
You were silent for most of the time you two sat together, Tomura was poking at his drink with his straw, and staring at the food you bought him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it, it just wouldn’t be what he really needed, and it’d probably only make him feel worse.
“What’s your name, cutie?”
He clicked his tongue, “Shigaraki…”
“Got a first name?”
He was silent for a moment, and you took that chance to introduce yourself. You seemed confident, as if you knew what you wanted. He felt like he was a piece of meat, and for some reason, he liked it.
“Well, that first name?”
“Tomura…. Tomura Shigaraki…”
“Thank you! So…”
And thus, you started small talk. You told him a little bit about yourself, he told you some things about himself in return, and at the end of it, you gave him your number.
This was not how he planned his day to go.
But it was better than nothing. He got free coffee, and a hot person's number. This was probably the best day of his life, though he’d never say it aloud. He even got real food at the end of the night, some desperate girl trying to get back at her man after she caught him cheating- He didn’t catch her name, he didn’t care to. All he wanted was her pleasure, her lust, hell even her sadness would feed him for now.
He took as much as he could.
He didn’t get around to texting you until about a day later, sending just his name. He jumped when his phone went off almost immediately.
[Hey! It’s nice to hear from you! Thought I’d never get another date! How does Friday sound? I wanna go see a new movie, and would hate to go alone!]
You had to be kidding.
How should he respond? He’s never made plans like this before- He had no clue how to handle this-
[[Sure.]]
[Awesome! See ya then cutie!]
He hoped some day you’d stop calling him that… Though he doubted it…
He was right. The more you two hung out, the more you used those nicknames for him. The more you two got to know each other, the more flirtatious you got. Hell, you even showed him off to people, telling them you were best friends, and the wedding was in spring… It was like whiplash with you. He didn’t know how to handle it, but at the same time, he felt very different about you.
He couldn’t explain it very well, and he didn’t know if he should. He liked how it made him feel… Full. He would rather die than admit it, but you made him happy. He was less snippy, and you teased him about how he’s warmed up to you, and he denies it, but he knows it’s true.
He likes you a lot more than he’s supposed to like his food.
But you were kind to him, you made him feel special. You spoiled him with nothing but friendship and care, and you never asked for anything in return. Maybe a shoulder to cry on every now and then, but other than that he was just your friend.
Why is it that when he told himself that, his chest hurt…?
Things seemed stagnant at that point… Until one night…
“Tomura…”
He grunted in response, he was playing a game while you were reading, your legs over his thighs.
“Tomura~”
“What..!?”
You giggled, “Tomu-sweetie, I have a question~”
He groaned, “What is it? I’m in the middle of a-”
“Do you like me?”
His grip on the controller tightened, but he stayed silent. His mouth was open and he swiftly shut it. He was happy the lights were off, or else you’d see his face was flushed.
“Tomura, answer me~” He could practically hear your teasing smirk.
“Why?”
“Because it’s rude to keep someone on the edge..” He could hear the pout in your voice.
“No, I don’t like you.” You laughed.
“It’s also rude to lie~”
He paused his game, glaring at you. You had a smile on your face, as if you hadn’t just teased him about how he felt. What was your end game? What did it matter to you?
“What if I do, huh? What, are we gonna stop being friends? I expected it to happen at some point, why not rip the bandaid off now-”
He was silenced when you moved.
You were straddling him.
His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk again, but you put a finger to his lips.
“Ah ah ah, no. You spoke enough, sweetie. It’s my turn now, okay~?”
He gulped, but nodded. What was even happening right now?
“Good boy… Now, do me a favour and be honest, okay~? Do. You. Like. Me~?”
He shuddered, “Y-yes….”
“See how hard that was? Now, if you couldn’t tell, I like you too…”
“S…. S-so…?”
You chuckled, and if it didn’t send shivers up his spine he’d be even more of a liar.
“I think you know. Follow me.”
You got off of him, and he was quick to get to his feet, almost tripping over the controller cord, his game forgotten on the TV. He watched you walk in front of him, leading him to your room. You led him to the edge of the bed, and sat down. You pat the spot next to you, and he sat, being sure to put his hands in his lap.
“We’re going to go over some rules, okay?”
“O-okay…”
“I want you, Tomura. Do you want me?”
He nodded and you scolded him, “No, I need words.”
“Y-yes, I… I want you…”
He saw you smirk out of the corner of his eye.
“Good. Now, red means stop, yellow means slow down, or go slow, and green means go. Does that work for you?”
“U-uh, sure, y-yea… Uhm…”
You got up, taking your shirt off. He averted his eyes. He had to tell you, he had to before this got too serious, he could hurt you-
“Hey, Tomura, what’s wrong?”
You were kneeling in front of him, and the sight took the wind out of his lungs. You were gorgeous…
“I-I’m a Succubus…”
Your eyes widened, and you choked out a laugh, “Ha- w-what..?”
“It’s not a joke, I’m serious, we can’t have sex because I’m a Succubus, I could hurt you or-”
“Tomura-”
“I’m being serious!”
At that exclamation, his horns sprouted from behind his long hair, his tail waved behind him, and his wings spread out. You could even see the change in his teeth, now they looked like fangs. Your eyes widened as you fell back on your ass, landing with a small “oof”. You looked him up and down, and you sighed.
“Tomura I…. That’s… Quite amazing, if you ask me…”
He was shocked you were even still here. “What…? You don’t think I’m dangerous? I could kill you-”
“So why haven’t you?”
He was silenced at that. You… Had a point. You had been kind to him, given him multiple chances to take advantage of you, to kill you and take what he needed from you, and yet he didn’t. If anything, he had been exceptionally nice to you. He didn’t even notice how you took off your pants and underwear, before you straddled him yet again.
“So, still worried you’ll hurt me~?”
He was speechless again, “Because I can make it easy for you, if you’re still worried~”
He blinked, leaning back a bit. “... How…?”
You leaned into him, kissing him gently, making him jump. He kissed back with a push, and you giggled into it, keeping your hands on his shoulders as his tail flicked impatiently. You grind your hips against his, making him shudder into your mouth. He could feel your smirk widen at that.
Pulling back, you sat on him fully, making him whine.
“Oooh, sooo cute… Do me a favour sweetie, take off your clothes, yeah~?”
He shuddered again and let out a small “yes”, as he stripped, he could hear you rustling around near him, probably in your closet-
“Why aren’t you naked yet?”
He jumped a little, his shirt was still on, as were his boxers. “A-ah- I was distracted-”
“Well chop chop cutie, get to it~!”
Your enthusiasm made him turn an even deeper shade of red.
Quickly, he got the rest of his clothes off, now standing fully naked in front of you. He was pale, and from what his kind has told him, he’s not all that appealing. Covered in scars, his wings couldn’t carry him due to holes, he would often scratch at his skin due to the stress of everything, and with your staring it made him want to itch now-
“You’re so pretty… Come here~”
You were sat on your bed, leaning back against your pillows. You opened your arms to him, and he whined as he crawled over your bed to you, leaning in to kiss you himself, slowly. You moaned softly against him, wrapping your arms around him. He was much warmer than you were, but you couldn’t complain.
Separating from him, you pushed him back a bit to adjust yourselves, having him lay beneath you, your pillows and your scent surrounding him. Your hands were all over his body, making him whine and moan as you groped him wherever you wanted. You were so… Gentle with him, as if you could hurt him, treating him as if he was glass. He almost yipped when you spread his ass.
“W-what’re you-”
“Colour?”
His face was bright red, his eyes wide. He’d never- “Tomura baby, I need a colour~”
… Despite his inexperience, your calm demeanour was certainly aiding him. He shuddered as you toyed with his hole, gasping as you played with him. He… He trusted you…
“Y-yellow…”
“You got it sweetie…”
You pulled away from him, grabbing a bottle of lube that was on your bedside table. Slowly, you applied lube to your hand, and to his hole. The coldness of the lube made him jump again, and you shushed him with sweet whispers as you kissed his neck, your fingers gently touching him, before ever so slowly you pushed one finger in. He shuddered a moan at the feeling, moaning more when he felt you moving in and out of him. You kept talking to him, talking him through it, and it made him feel even better.
“A-ah… Mm…. M-mooraa….”
“Hmmm….? What is it baby~?”
“M… M-more… P-please….”
You hummed, “Alright… One more, okay, baby~?”
“Y-yes- please- fuck…”
Slowly, you did as he asked and pushed another finger into him, making him cry out in pleasure, his wings fluttering beneath him as he gripped your arm that held you up. Slowly, you started fingering him more, scissoring him carefully too. You loved how he writhed beneath you, whining and begging you to keep going… It was almost like you were the demon, and you fucking loved it.
“Want another one baby~?”
“Ah-! Y-yea- p-p-please- please more-aah~”
You chuckled darkly, kissing along his jawline. “Coloooouuur~”
“Aaaaha~! Greeeen! Green green p-please plea-aaah~!”
He didn’t have to beg you much more, as you did as he asked, pushing another finger in and fucking him with your hand. You kept kissing his neck, licking and nipping at every bit of exposed skin you could get your teeth on. You moaned, whispering in his ear, “You’re so good for me baby, do you want more than just my fingers~?”
He gave a confused whine at that, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“I have a toy for you baby, but I need a colour before I give it to you~”
You lifted yourself off of him, keeping your hand busy in him while reaching for your strap-on. It wasn’t too big, only about 5 inches from base to tip, but as you pulled it out and Shigaraki laid eyes on it, he couldn’t help but clench around you and whine a bit.
“A-ah- d-do you think that’ll f-fuu-fit..?”
You chuckled again, pulling your fingers out of him slowly, “Sweetie with how I’ve prepped you, I’m sure it will. Not only that, I’ll be using plenty of lube. So-”
“Green.”
He wanted to hit himself for how fucking eager he was- But all you did was smile.
“Okay baby, give me a minute~”
Putting it on carefully, you put some lube on it, gently stroking it before lining it up with him. He whined again, wiggling his hips, his tail wrapping around your waist, trying to pull you closer. You carefully pushed in, making him moan sinfully.
“I want you to relax darling, can you do that for me~?”
“Aaah-y-yeaaah~”
“Good boy~”
Ugh, when you called him that it made him weak. He did as you asked though, breathing carefully as you allowed him plenty of time to adjust. When you were all the way in, he took in a few shaky breaths, allowing himself to get used to you, he wiggled his hips slowly. Gently, you gripped his hips, helping him get some friction so he could get used to it.
“A-agh.. G-green…”
“Hm..? What was that baby~?”
“G-green… P-please m-m-move…”
You cooed at him, but didn’t tease him anymore than you had, slowly moving your hips. Your first thrust made him whimper, and the next only fuelled your need to make him cry out for you. As for Tomura, he’d never expect to be in this situation, much less with someone like you. You were well far out of his league, and yet here you were, being intimate with him more than anyone ever had been. No one he had been with had ever taken such care of him, much less fucked him like you did. Your constant thrusting made him arch his back against you, his moaning only getting higher in pitch as he begged you to let him cum.
And you did.
He had never felt more full, fed completely, and he didn’t even do anything to you. You smiled down at him, and you just looked… So happy to see him so fucked out. He was breathing heavily, looking down at himself, seeing the mess he made on his stomach, and he didn’t even touch himself.
“Feeling better, my little demon~?”
He huffed, moaning as you pulled out of him, but he nodded, “Haa… Yeah I’m… Fuck…”
You laughed, moving to the other room, before coming back with a warm wash-cloth, and you started cleaning him up.
“W-wait, you, how do you feel..? I was feeding off of you the whole time I-”
You shushed him, before kissing him deeply.
“I feel fine honey, is that not normal for you…?”
He shook his head, “No, usually if I feed off of someone they die… Since I actually like you, I’d get kinda bummed out if you died…”
You smiled, “Well, maybe that’s the difference. You like me.”
Hearing it said out loud made him blush again, “That’s good, because it’d be real awkward otherwise. I like you too sweetie~”
He blushed even more, “G-good…”
“Oh and by the way, I think your tail is super cute~”
He curled into himself, “Mhmm…”
You crawled up to him, kissing his cheek before laying beside him, pulling him down to you.
“Goodnight~”
“Wait, what about you?”
“Worry about it in the morning, unless you wanna go again~?”
He flushed again, “You’re insatiable…”
“You’re one to talk, demon~”
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reallyrallyauthor · 3 months
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Anselm Vogelweide- It's Personal
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Summary: For this Anon- and for all of us who have ever had an unbearable, inhumane, deeply stupid boss
Hi can you please write something about Anselm Vogelweide protecting Birdie from her horrible boss and then he kills her boss for troubling his Birdie
Contents: nsfw b/c guns & murder, kissing (~1.3k)
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Anselm Vogelweide has never killed for pleasure in his entire life. Always always business comes first.
And this is business. In a roundabout way.
He stands over the body of someone he’s never personally met until tonight. Until Anselm had knocked on the door of this bland little apartment, interrupted a sad, lonely dinner, and had a brief, but satisfying conversation. 
He stands over your boss, watching them bleed out, breath sputtering and gasping uselessly. “Anyway, it was a pleasure to make your acquaint- oh, look at that, dead already. Weak.”
This is business, Anselm tells himself. Because your business is his business now.
—a month ago—
The major perk of you moving into the mansion was, to Anselm, hearing your voice more. He’d never cared to hear anyone speak, really, except at his behest.
You, however, he just loved to hear your little observations and tales.
You’d told him a story about a woman who was reaching great heights of professional success. She’d achieved a seat at the table, which was no small feat for a woman in the 80s, working for a Japanese company in America. 
Her husband, no doubt jealous of her independence and success, was a police officer of no particular note. And he flew from New York to LA to attempt to win her back. Luckily for him, terrorists took over her company Christmas party and he was the only one with the balls to rescue Holly and most of the hostages from their captivity by a petty east German (of course) criminal. Thus, proving that he was useful after all, as the brawn to her brains.
Anselm had thought it delightful. You’d said it was the plot of a very famous movie. He was sure your version was better. Besides, in his experience, it wasn’t hard to die at all.
The hardest part of life, to Anselm’s mind, was your boss. 
You’d only moved in a month ago. Everything was almost ideal. But sometimes you came home from work downtrodden. Or with a false smile. A tired look in your eyes that he couldn’t ease for love or money, and he’d tried both repeatedly.
One, gigantic thorn in the pudding. 
Your boss.
Your boss is your only complaint. The only thing keeping you from the Eden-esque, perfect reality that Anselm wants you to live in.
One night, you come home as usual and walk into his office straightaway to give him a kiss hello. Tonight’s kiss is, well, he hated to complain, but…
“Birdie, that was almost no kiss at all,” Anselm frowns, looking up at you from where he sits at his desk.
“Hmm?” You say, already having turned away. “Oh. Sorry.”
You bite your lip, lost in thought. Anselm clears his throat. Your eyes refocus and you smile at him, bending down to press your lips against his, the warmth of your mouth and your tongue greeting his, making him moan slightly. Your hand, still cold from coming in from your car, slides under his suit jacket.
“Oh, much better,” Anselm says. Something catches his eye and he frowns deeply at his one of his nephews, who’s eyes are pinned to your ass where you’ve bent over by Anselm’s chair. The boy scurries out of the room.
Your shoulders are slightly slumped. Anselm tugs you down to sit in his lap. He wraps his arms around you.
“What can I do?” He kisses your shoulder and upper arm. “Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing. I know you’d listen to me complain all night, but I try to leave it outside when I walk through the front door.” You run your fingers through his beard, something comforting for both of you.
“I understand completely. Your day will be better tomorrow.” He smiles at you.
“I doubt it, but I appreciate the positive outlook.”
He stops smiling, frowning behind his glasses. “No, I’m serious. Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to buy it.”
Your fingers drop out of his beard. “Buy what? Where I work? You can’t just do that. It’s like, it’s- it’s- insane. And not really possible.”
“Well, if you won’t let me buy it, then you must let me make that fucking idiot pay in other ways.”
“I can handle it.”
Anselm leans forward and kisses you again. “I know you can. But I’m here now. You don’t have to do anything alone anymore.”
And the next day your boss doesn’t come in to work. Apparently their car was repossessed, even though it was fully paid for. And the next time you catch sight of your boss, you find out they had to move suddenly for mysterious reasons.
Not that you feel bad for them, but it’s pretty obvious to you what’s going on.
One morning, on your way out the door to work, you stop by Anselm’s office, leaning on the door frame while you check your pockets to make sure you have everything.
Anselm quiets the chatter of his underlings.
“Have a good day, my love,” he calls out in a sunny voice.
“Yeah, about that." You check your phone and see you have a few extra minutes. You walk further into his office.
He looks half-ashamed, lays a hand over his chest. “I expected you'd come to me about my meddling sooner or later. I know what you’re going to say. Please don’t ask me to stop. Yes, it’s all a bit overboard, but when you consider everything that absolute trash person has done, you'll agree that I've shown remarkable restraint.“
“I just wanted to say, thank you.” You walk around his desk to kiss his cheek.
Anselm looks surprised to say the least. Pleased. “Well, you’re very welcome.”
You nip his earlobe. “I’ll show you how much I appreciate you later.”
It has been fun, watching your boss’s life deteriorate into misery. But that night, you come home in a somber mood again. 
The most unforgivable thing Anselm has ever seen is written all over your face. Your boss has made you cry.
And it isn’t fun anymore.
You go to bed early, still a bit upset. Anselm says he has a few hours of business left and he’ll be up to join you afterward.
He takes two bodyguards and a driver with him. Something quiet and discreet tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket.
Your boss looks up and down Anselm’s expensive suit when they open their apartment door. And at the two large bodyguards flanking him. Anselm looks as intimidating and terrifying as he is. The expression behind all of his curly black and gray hair unforgiving and murderous.
“Uh, can I help you?” Your boss says.
Anselm takes out the gun and your boss backs away.
“I don’t have any money or anything.”
Anselm laughs, makes his way inside the apartment and closes the door behind him, leaving his men outside. “Oh, I know. I know everything about you. You don’t know me. You’ve never asked my dear Birdie a thing about herself. Selfish of you.”
Your boss, hands in the air, looks panicked.
“Do you consider it professional to make your employees cry?” Anselm says, checking the rounds in the magazine. "Or is that how an idiot like you entertains themselves?"
Realization dawns on your boss’s face. “Well, no. But you know how it is. Too little feedback. Or too much feedback. Maybe if she spoke up a little more… uh… maybe not. Or whatever you want. Um, please tell her I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. Never.”
“I don’t care,” Anselm laughs. “The damage is done. Great power means great responsibility and all of that, but you really had so little actual power. It's amazing it went to your head. You must have a very tiny brain.”
“Hey, I- I- I’m just doing my best.”
Anselm tut-tut’s. “If that’s your best, then I’m doing the world a favor.”
He’s back home in half the time he planned. The squeak of his brace opens your eyes as he enters the bedroom. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it over a chair, loosens his tie as he sits on the edge of the bed. 
You yawn and smile up at him. He's relieved to see the stress has left your face.
“Feeling better?” He leans down and kisses the back of your hand.
You nod sleepily, arms opening to pull him in. “Come here.”
The tightness in his chest loosens, knowing that you’ll breathe easier from now on.
He would do anything for you. And, Anselm concedes, that’s not business. It’s pure pleasure.
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roosterdobson · 2 years
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My Sweet Tooth
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Summary: Y/N has just had her wisdom teeth out and Bradley is taking care of her
Tagging: @maximoffweasley @mrsroosterbradshaw02 @ateliefloresdaprimavera @loquacious-shari
Y/N was more than nervous about being around Bradley after having her wisdom teeth removed. She had long harbored feelings for the naval aviator and he was sweet enough to find the time off to take her to and from her dental appointment. On the way to have her teeth cut out, she was fine, it was just her and Bradley, in their normal banter. It was the drive back that she has no recollection of or what was said. 
Coming down from the drug-induced state, Rooster stared at her with an amused expression as he handed her an ice pack. She sheepishly took it and lightly applied it to her swollen cheeks. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she mumbled.
He nodded with a small chuckle as he sat down next to her, “of course,” he couldn’t help but chuckle.
She gave him a withering look as she huffed, “out with it, what did I say?”
“Come on, I know that's not fair, you were high off your ass with laughing gas,” he shook his head with a smile.
“Bradley, you tell me right now.”
He sat in silence for a moment and then looked back at her, a smug grin playing on his lips, “I like you too, you know?”
Y/N groaned and leaned back, “I knew it,” she wished the whole world would open up and swallow her up. Here she sat, looking like a chipmunk with her mouth full of gauze having just admitted to Rooster Bradshaw her true feelings in a drug induced state.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked as he draped his arm on the back of the couch, leaning to face her.
“Because I didn’t want things to change if you didn’t. You’re my best friend, we’ve known each other almost all our lives and I didn’t want to mess that up, just because I had a crush,” she explained, looking down at the carpet of her living room. 
“Y/N,” he said softly, “what if they changed because I did?” he asked her, “you never thought of that did you?” Rooster shifted closer to her. “I mean hell, I took today off just so I could be with you, to make sure you weren’t in too much pain,” he smiled softly. “You’re more than that annoying kid who my mom forced me to play when we were little. You’re the girl I took to my junior prom. You’re the girl I ditched my senior prom date to be with after Jack was an ass to you,” they both smiled at the thought. “You are the first person I let know I’m stateside and the last person I say goodbye to before I leave because you’re always there. Waiting outside for me to get off the plane, or giving one last wave before I get on. You know more about me than anyone else does. How could I not fall in love with you?”
She smiled as she looked at him, “you really mean all of that?” she asked to which he nodded in return, “I guess I just thought you deserved someone more like you- a risk taker who is the life of the party.”
“I have enough of those qualities for the both of us,” he chuckled as he stared at her, “I mean it. You’re it for me, because honestly I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life,” he told her earnestly.
“I would kiss you right now if my mouth wasn’t filled with bloody gauze,” she laughed softly.
He chuckled and brushed her hair back, “then we’ll save it for our first official date, then,” Rooster grinned as he watched a flush bloom over her face, “you know when you can eat actual food,” he joked.
“Bradley?” she murmured as she studied his face.
“Yeah?”
“You’re it for me too, always have been,” she told him as she shifted closer to him, “always will be.”
He grinned and pulled her close, minding her sore face, wrapping his arms around her, “always will be, little chipmunk.”
She gasped and punched him in the shoulder, “I may have just had teeth pulled, but I can still kick your ass,” she threatened playfully.
Rooster smiled and pulled you closer, “oh I don’t doubt it, you’ve done it before,” he remembered fondly.
“Don’t forget it,” she said with a satisfied smile. “I really do want to thank you for taking care of me today,” she told him. 
“Of course, it beats having to fly with Hangman,” he shrugged.
“You two, toddlers you are,” she shook her head, “this whole little rivalry thing,” she teased as she rubbed his shoulder.
“He started it,” he argued with a playful pout.
She smiled, “you just proved my point,” she told him, giggling softly.
“Yeah, well, there are some things you just can’t change,” he nudged her temple with his nose gently, smiling against her hair.
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goodnightmemes · 1 year
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QUEEN OF THE DAMNED (2002) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. ❜
❛ Immortality seems like a good idea until you realize you’re going to spend it alone. ❜
❛ With one sentence, I betrayed everything about my kind. Betrayed our code of secrecy. ❜
❛ All that you’ve ever dreamed of, I’m going to make yours. This is your lucky day. ❜
❛ Giving the world a new god. Me. ❜
❛ I’ve hidden in the shadows for centuries. It’s time to share myself with the world. ❜
❛ Could you prove it? You know, give us a demonstration of your powers. ❜
❛ Won’t these vampires be pissed off that you’re giving away secrets? ❜
❛ Come out, come out, wherever you are. ❜
❛ A voice calling to me in my dreams. ❜
❛ I don’t want you to go. But you must. ❜
❛ You must be with your own. ❜
❛  l’ll always be watching over you. ❜
❛ I want to stay with you forever. ❜
❛ I think that it’s a vampire coven. ❜
❛ We record and observe, but never interfere. ❜
❛ I had to see it for myself. ❜
❛ Promise me you’ll never go back to that place. ❜
❛ I doubt they’ll find you. You’re a long way from home. ❜
❛ You’re weak, near passing. I can barely hear your heartbeat. ❜
❛ You will help me understand these times. That’s why I chose you. ❜
❛ Drink and live. ❜
❛ Don’t be afraid. It’s only your body that dies. ❜
❛ A vampire’s life is a life of discretion. ❜
❛ Why must we hide? We are the powerful, we are the immortal. We should walk fearless in the open, no? ❜
❛ You must be dead to the world. ❜
❛ You still have a few lingering mortal emotions. They’ll serve you no good, my friend. ❜
❛ The faces of my victims haunted me, reminding me of my fate. ❜
❛ Would you like me to play for you? ❜
❛ She respects nothing except the taste of blood, human and immortal alike. ❜
❛ My teacher left me to my darkest lesson. That in the end, we are alone. ❜
❛ There aren’t any ancients left. They all turned to dust. So unless you’ve got him in a bottle somewhere. ❜
❛ Now this will only hurt a little bit. In fact, you might even enjoy it. ❜
❛ You should be more careful. ❜
❛ How presumptuous. ❜
❛ I know a lot of things. ❜
❛ What else do you think you know? ❜
❛ You’re shaking. ❜
❛ Go on. Tell me more about me. ❜
❛ Well that makes you a very clever librarian. ❜
❛ Don’t worry. Your kind never satisfies my thirst. ❜
❛ Listen to me very carefully now. You are no longer seeing things clearly. ❜
❛ Still wearing the old fashions, I see. ❜
❛ How did you manage to slip through the ‘50s in red velvet? ❜
❛ After all this time, what’s the occasion? ❜
❛ Oh, please. It’s a little too late to come over all paternal now. ❜
❛ You almost cost me everything. Now you’ve done it again. ❜
❛ Vampires don’t settle old scores. We harbor them. ❜
❛ I’ve always known where you are. ❜
❛ Besides, l just had to look for the most gauche house on the block. ❜
❛ Did you think of anyone but yourself? ❜
❛ I only have myself. You taught me that. ❜
❛ It may be time to get ready for some company. ❜
❛ Can’t you hear it? Or is the applause all you can hear now? ❜
❛ We were once mortals too. It is our heritage we protect. ❜
❛ Such reverence for mortals. Then you should have left me as one. ❜
❛ All he’s going to remind you of soon is a pile of bones. ❜
❛ Better dead than alone. ❜
❛ Oh, my God, I can’t believe it’s really you! I’m your biggest fan. ❜
❛ Why are you following me? What do you want? ❜
❛ So you come all this way just to return this to me? Out of the goodness of your heart? ❜
❛ I want you to show me what it’s like. To be like you. ❜
❛ How are you going to spend your last night, as you always have, alone? ❜
❛ You’re beautiful to me because you’re human. ❜
❛ Your frailty, your short years, your heart, even as you think it’s breaking. All that seems suddenly more precious than anything I have ever known. ❜
❛ I’m not as precious as you think. ❜
❛ Let me be with you. Let me know everything. ❜
❛ Now you see?! Are you ready?! Now do you want it?! ❜
❛ Why so surprised, my love? You called, I have come. ❜
❛ You thought it was all you? The ego of a king as well. ❜
❛ I know that you crave to have the world at your feet. And I have come to give it to you. ❜
❛ We live everywhere and anywhere we choose. The world is our garden. ❜
❛ For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m home. ❜
❛ Strange that this journey should lead me here. This place that’s haunted my dreams. ❜
❛ Forever is a very long time. ❜
❛ You haven’t aged, you haven’ t changed at all. ❜
❛ My way of coping with eternity. ❜
❛ You are what keeps me connected to the world of the living. ❜
❛ This is but a taste of what we shall share, my love. ❜
❛ They believed in nothing. Now they are nothing. ❜
❛ We will give the world something to believe in again. ❜
❛ My children. It warms my blood to see you all gathered, plotting against me. ❜
❛ We’ve found other ways to coexist. ❜
❛ They are nothing to us. They are merely food. ❜
❛ You think you can change my will? ❜
❛ I’ve had enough of this discussion. Join me or die. ❜
❛ You will not touch her! ❜
❛ You still think to challenge me? ❜
❛ You kill me, you kill yourselves. ❜
❛ She’s not dead. She sleeps. ❜
❛ No, I’m too old to live forever. ❜
❛ Well, if you ever change your mind… ❜
❛ So this is goodbye. ❜
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herapersona · 9 months
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My Jiujiu Wikes His Boss
"My jiujiu wikes his boss," Jin Ling helpfully told Jingyi's dad while they were eating soft ice cream at the cafe in the company building where his Jiujiu worked.
"Oh really?" Lan XiChen asked with a smile. He had known Jin Ling for more than a year but he had never seen the boy's uncle. "Is the boss handsome?"
"Vewy handsome! He has wong, shiny haiw, pwetty face, and majestic nose!"
"Jin Ling!" Jiang Wanyin came to the cafe, sweat beading all over his face. "Why did you leave the kindergarten without supervision?"
"Jiujiu!" JL put his ice cream down and opened his arms for his uncle to pick him up.
JWY wrapped his arms tightly around the boy as he took him into his arms. "Gods, you worried me."
LXC raised a brow at his secretary. JWY was JL's uncle? Now, this just got fun.
JC noticed his boss and he immediately bowed despite still holding his nephew. "I'm so sorry, sir. I hope he didn't bother you."
LXC shook his head, his smile quite naughty. "Oh, he didn't. But JL sure provided me with very INTERESTING news."
JC blinked a couple of times. Holy shit. What did JL say to his boss??? He wracked up his brains for anything. Anything at all until it tunneled in around one information that JL definitely found /interesting/ to share to anyone. 'Oh, my gods... Please no'
JC cleared his throat and hid his panic. "O-oh, i-is that so, sir?" He chuckled and looked down at JL's cute and chubby face. The face that he'll bite later until he's all satisfied.
"Yes... Very interesting indeed." LXC got up and walked closer to the duo before gently patting JL's head and planting a kiss there, his face an inch away from JC's. "JL, don't leave the kindergarten without supervision again, okay?"
The boy nodded and looked up at the handsome man--LJY's daddy. "Daddy of JY, you'we handsome too. Maybe my jiujiu wiww wike you too."
'Oh, please, dear gods above. Just take me.' JC prayed. LXC smirked at JL and patted his head once more. "Well... Do you think I'm pretty enough for your Jiujiu to like me?"
JL put his head on Jiujiu's shoulder and hummed as he stared at JY's dad. "Yes. I think so. But maybe Jiujiu's boss is still pwettiew than you."
"I doubt it," LXC replied before patting JC's stiff shoulder. "You can go home early today, Wanyin. Make sure you take care of JC. See you tomorrow."
'Maybe see you never, boss. I'll never show my face around here anymore. I'll file a re--'
"Don't resign. I won't allow it."
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The next morning was an eventful time. JL was throwing a tantrum, saying he didn't want to school, JWY being forced to wait for LJY by the school gates so JL would walk in, and of course, LJY being accompanied by his father.
"Morning, JL and JC," LXC greeted.
"Morning, boss," JWY made sure not to meet the man's eyes and let JL grab LJY's hand. "JL, be good, okay? No more escaping."
JL looked up at Jiujiu and nodded. "Okay, Jiujiu. JY is with me. I wiww be good."
LXC chuckled to himself. JY was anything but good after all. JWY and LXC watched the boys walk into the school building hand in hand.
"So... I guess you like your boss, huh?" LXC teased, making JWY screech and try to make a run for it but LXC was fast. He grabbed JWY's elbow and basically tossed his secretary into the car. "Sir..." JWY basically pressed himself against the door, wanting to escape this awkward situation.
"What will you do if your boss like you too?" LXC asked, his smile bright and mindless of the driver.
JWY gulped a couple of times. "Uhm... I'm... Sir... Uh..."
"What? Are you afraid of me?" The boss teased, loving how the usually irritated and serious secretary was now stuttering.
"N-No! Not... Not at all!"
"I can hear you lying, Jiang Wanyin."
"I'm not lying, Lan XiChen," JWY finally snapped. "You're being ridiculous."
LXC raised a brow. "Is that so?"
"Yes! Just because my tattletale of a nephew said something doesn't mean that you should believe it."
"Huh... And yet you called him a tattletale. Meaning there's truth in there."
"Oh, shut up." JWY huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. "You may be my boss but I won't allow you to play me."
"Oh, why would you think I'd play you?" LXC asked.
JWY's eyes were sharp on the older man. "Lan XiChen. #1 most eligible bachelor of the decade. Playboy. Changes partners like he changes his clothes. Sugar baby to half of the billionaires we know. Really? Really, SIR?"
LXC chuckled. "Excuse me? I am NOT anyone's sugar baby."
JWY turned to the older man and raised a brow, obviously calling him a liar with just one look.
"I am just someone who enjoys the best in life. It's not my fault people are willing to pay for my time."
"So... A sugar baby."
"Minus the sugar, of course. I only sleep with people I'm interested in." LXC smirked and looked JWY over slowly. "And I'm interested in you."
"So this is about sex?" JWY asked, slightly hurt by it.
"Not at all," LXC shook his head. LXC looked at JWY and smiled. "How about a trial time? You and I go on dates for a while and if we realize we're good together, we can start being in a serious relationship?"
JWY shook his head. "Look, boss, it's unethical for you to do this."
"Hmmm? How?"
"I'm your employee. I am not really in a position to say no to what you want. What if I realized I don't like you after all? What if I realized I don't want a relationship with you? I won't have the power to say that w/o the thought if getting fired."
LXC glanced at JWY and shrugged. "Then you can transfer under WangJi's wing. I'll have WWX as my secretary."
JWY narrowed his eyes at his boss. "You are aware that LWJ and WWX are dating."
"Yes." LXC smiled at JWY as if he'd just made a point. JWY rolled his eyes. "LWJ is in love with WWX. WWX has him wrapped around his fingers. You, on the other hand, just found out from my nephew that I may or may not like you. It's not the same."
"I think it's quite worse. LWJ is more in love with WWX than WWX is in love with him. LWJ can control him."
"It's LWJ we're talking about. Not you. You playboy."
"And I'm your boss but somehow, you still don't care enough to talk back to me." LXC chuckled. "Coz you're quite a himbo," JWY pointed out, sighing when the care finally slowed down.
"Keep driving," LXC ordered and the car sped up once more. "Himbo, huh?"
"Yes. A himbo."
"Then I guess himbos are your type."
JWY laughed at that. "Can't deny it. Himbos can be cute."
LXC leaned back and chuckled, rolling his eyes at JWY. It looked like he'd have to woo this pretty secretary. ---
Wasn't it such a good thing that JY and JL are such close friends? JL became LXC's spy on JWY.
"So... What does your Jiujiu like to drink?"
"Coffee. No chugaw..." JL replied happily while building his skyscraper with JY. ---
The next day, a cup of coffee, no sugar and no creamer, was waiting for JWY on his table with a sticker of a smiley white rabbit in the cup. ---
"What does your Jiujiu like to eat?" LXC asked JL one time while JL and JY were playing together.
"Wotut Toup." JL replied before grinning at JY's papa.
/Dear gods above, give me enough strength to control myself. I'm itching to bite this kid./
---
JWY frowned at the sealed lunch box on his table. His gears moved, making him know that it was from his boss. But what the heck is he supposed to do with these random gifts? Upon opening, his mouth watered. Lotus Soup. How the hell does the man know what he wants? But he won't complain. So he sat down and took his fill of the delicious food provided for him.
LXC watched JWY and gave himself a pat on the back. So far, so good. ---
"What flowers does Jiujiu want?" LXC asked JL, watching his son and JL build a building made of Legos.
JL paused and frowned. "Uhm... Hy... Hy... Hydwa... Hydwajeya...? Puwpwe and bwue widdwe fwowew."
"Purple and blue? Little?"
"Hydrangea, A-Die," Jingyi helped. JWY blinked at the flower pot he found on his desk. A beautiful little hydrangea. So good. "Boss," he popped his head inside the office.
"Hm?" LXC looked up at the gorgeous man.
"Do you like curry?" He asked.
LXC blinked and nodded. "Ah, yes."
"Does JingYi like it too?"
"Yes, he eats anything. As long as it's not too spicy."
JWY nodded. "Come for dinner then. I'll cook."
---
Lan XiChen made sure that JingYi looked good for their dinner with Jiang Wanyin and Jin Ling. Donned in identical casual white shirts and black jeans, LXC & LJY held hands as they walked towards the front door of the Jiang house. LJY was holding a bouquet of peonies for Jin Ling (a request he made for his Diedie to buy because JL loved the flowers) and LXC held a small pot of hydrangeas.
The CEO pressed the doorbell and had the chance to hear two pairs of feet scrambling to get to the door. "I GOT IT!" JL yelled but when the door opened, it was JWY who had it. "I TAID I GOT IT, JIUJIU!"
JWY chuckled and shook his head, "too bad, you're so slow." He smiled at his boss and LJY. "Well, hi, good evening."
"Good evening," LXC greeted, his eyes scanning the younger man shamelessly.
The purple button-up shirt was tucked into a pair of white shorts that stopped an inch above JWY's knees. His feet were bare too.
"Good evening, Mr. Jiang. Good evening, A-Ling!" LJY stole the spotlight easily. He gave A-Ling his bouquet and he waited for Mr. Jiang to let them in.
"Good evening, A-Yi!" JL greeted back as he took his flowers, his cheeks turning a bit red from pleasure. "Come, A-Yi, we can go pway!"
JWY patted A-Yi's head. "Good evening, A-Yi, welcome to our house."
The two boys ran into the house and went directly to A-Ling's play area which was caged with colorful plastic fences. In the play area was a small tent where they could lie down if they wanted. All of A-Ling's toys and books were there too.
The adults went to the kitchen. "Please have a seat, sir," JWY offered before wearing his duckling-yellow apron that screamed A-LING'S PRETTY JIUJIU in what looked like a child's scribble. "The curry is almost done."
"Might as well call me XiChen now, Wanyin," the CEO pointed out. "Okay, XiChen," JWY tried, thankful that he had his back turned to the older man because he was sure his face was red from the embarrassment.
"You look good, Wanyin."
"I know, XiChen."
"Date me, Wanyin."
"No, XiChen."
"Why not, Wanyin?"
"Because you're my boss, XiChen."
"I like you, Wanyin. And you like me too."
"I can't deny that, XiChen, but it's not so easy."
"What's stopping you, Wanyin?"
"You're my boss, XiChen, and--"
"Should I step down from my position, Wanyin?"
JWY turned to his boss and shook his head. "You're really stubborn, aren't you, XiChen?"
"You know that more than anyone, Wanyin."
The secretary nodded with a sigh. "If I date you, you promise not to ever change how you treat me?"
XiChen blinked a couple of times. "I can't ask you to eat lunch with me?"
"Of course, you can but no unnecessary touching. No inappropriate words. No telling the others about us," JWY listed, hoping that it would scare the older man off. But another part of him wished that LXC would still want him despite those.
"But after work, I can hold your hand, kiss you, hug you, drive you home, prepare meals for you, and all that?"
JWY's cheeks reddened but he continued his task. He measured rice on 4 plates and topped them with curry. "Yes, of course. Unless I tell you not to."
"Then I'm alright with anything you want, Wanyin. There's no reason to say no to me now, is there?"
JWY chuckled at that and shook his head. With a small movement, he leaned over the kitchen island and planted a short but sweet kiss over LXC's lips. "Yes, XiChen-ge. Take care of us."
//End
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kitty35 · 2 years
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I Don't Believe In Love
Yandere!Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader
Trigger Warnings - Very heavy and dark themes. Talks of suicide, death, blood, Stockholm syndrome, obsession, and everything that goes along with Yandere stories
Summary - Hope can be fake and misleading. Hope can bring you to a darker place then you once were... People say love makes you do crazy things, but I don't believe that. Obsession makes you do crazy things. It makes you hurt those you were trying to love. How twisted is that?
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I don’t believe in love. 
From a young age the comfortable things in life were ripped away from me at the hands of people who cared very little. I was forced into work that I didn’t enjoy because of debt that I didn’t create. The people were rough and tomorrow was never a promised future.
I can still remember the first day I met him. Dazai Osamu. It was during a mission that he intervened. The men from the port mafia killed all of the men from the company I was with. I was the only one left standing when the shots finally stopped. There—in the middle of a blood soaked floor—I stood, shaking and unable to move.
I didn’t want this. This wasn’t the life I asked for. It was forced upon me the second I was born and when I saw the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, in the form of Dazai’s hand reaching out to me, I took it.
At the time I didn’t see it. How his wicked smile grew as I placed my hand in his. Didn’t see the dark and twisted love in his eyes. It wasn’t until it was much too late that I realized he was just as corrupt, if not more, then the last ‘company’ I was in. He took advantage of, what I thought was, my lowest point to get what he wanted. 
For months he had watched me from the shadows, falling more and more into obsession with me before our first official meeting. I would say love instead of obsession, but that wasn’t what this was. He didn’t love me. People who love someone don’t lock them up in a dark and dingy room. If he loved me then I wouldn’t be chained and tied up with tape over my mouth. There wouldn’t be punishments whenever I cried and food wouldn’t be a reward.
It truly was obsession. He thought of me as a collectable, something that, once broken enough, could be used as arm candy. I wasn’t human to him, but then again I doubt he even viewed himself as human.
When we met, that fateful day, in the middle of dead bodies and blood splattered skin, he was a light. He was a way to make my life better. But he was just a lie. An illusion so he could get what he wanted. Life was better when I was with the old company, I concluded, at least I had some freedom. I could move and see the light of day. If I really wanted to, I could have even ended it all without anyone even caring. I never realized how amazing that freedom was, being able to die, till it was taken away from me. But here, with Dazai, I’m utterly trapped. I can’t even breath without his permission.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. He began to treat me better. I realized that when I stopped struggling and just accepted that this was my life, this was all there is, he was nice. After what felt like years tied up in that dark room, he brought me to a different room. This one with windows and a bed and bookshelves that lined the walls.
“Be good.” He told me. “You can do whatever you want in this room. There’s even a bathroom if you want to shower by yourself.” My eyes lit up at the thought of being able to clean up alone. “Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone, okay? You’re too precious to get hurt.” He ran his hand through my hair and across my cheek. I had learned not to flinch at his touch anymore. As he realized that I didn’t move away, a satisfied smile came to his lips before he turned and left. The sound of the door locking was heard, just like it always was whenever he left.
Dazai, unknown to me, moved to a different room in the Port Mafia building. There, he set up cameras to watch how I acted. For hours he stared at the screen. All I did was shower then curl up in the bed, falling asleep for almost eleven hours after a whole year of little to no sleep. As he watched, that same satisfied smile came to his lips. He was proud of me for not trying to escape. In fact, it looked like that thought never even crossed my mind. Eventually he joined me.
He was warm and comforting. His arms felt safe despite the knowledge that they were the reason I was so broken. The hands that used to hit and starve me were now warm against my back. They brought me food regularly and made sure I was clean when we showered together. They dressed me in his comfy clothes and wrapped me in his soft blankets. When he wanted ‘more’ of me, I let him—even if I didn’t want it. I shouldn’t tell him no. He has provided so much for me, kept me alive and healthy, given me everything and what have I given back? Nothing. All I could give back was my body. So I did.
“We’re leaving.” He said one day. The words startled me, making me sit up in his bed. “Get up and grab whatever you want to keep.” Despite all the questions circling my head and the burn for answers to even a single one, I didn’t speak. No, I just got up and grabbed the small stuffed animal that he had gotten me however long ago. That was all I wanted. It was all I had. Everything else was his. I had faith that he would grab the things that we would need. I sat back down on the bed while watching him pack a small bag with a few odds and ins. Once he was done, he came closer to me with my shoes in his hand. He got down on his knees in front of me and put them on for me before looking up into my eyes. 
There, he saw my confusions and worry. Tears sat in my waterline at the anxiety I felt. I was shaking too. He had noticed that the second I started. With a heavy breath, he stood up.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. We’re just going somewhere different to live.” I nodded and took the hand that he held out for me. Once again it felt like I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Though, deep down I recognized it was fake. That I made it up. Another illusion that wouldn’t save me because I wouldn’t save myself. The thought of a new home, a new place where I could run away and get to safety, never even crossed my mind. I was whole heartedly his. I was safe when he was around, why would I run from safety?
That night, we left and moved into a small house fairly far from town. It was cozy. Dazai let me cook for us, always bringing home fresh ingredients for me to use. He began to grow sweeter then before. He smiled more and used my body less—and the times that he did use me weren’t like before. I wouldn’t be left shaking and trembling in pain, covered in spiteful marks to relieve stress. No, he was careful with my body now, treating me like I was glass even when he had proven to himself that I wasn’t hundreds of times before. I was no longer left to clean up the mess afterwards. He would insist that I stayed still as he cleaned us, gently carrying me to the shower if we weren’t already there to begin with.
We even started going placed together. It started as small outings to the store for food or clothes. He had insisted that I should have my own clothes even when I said I was fine wearing his. Then we started eating out and going to fun places. He even brought me to his work every now and again.
“Everyone! I want you to meet, (Y/n)!” Dazai spoke proudly as we walked into an office room full of a few other people. They all looked up and began to introduce themselves. To them, there were no red flags about our relationship. I wasn’t malnourished and my skin and hair had a healthy look to it because of the outings. Not only that, but Dazai looked to be the perfect boyfriend, not some sadistic maniac of a person who had locked me up for years, slowly breaking me. No, from the outside looking in, we were happy and in love.
“It’s nice to meet you.” My voice was soft as my hands played with the sleeves of my hoodie. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone. After years of complete social isolation, it was hard to be ‘normal’. A boy named Atsushi came up and began talking with me. He was nice and his eyes were bright. He spoke with a huge smile that lit up the room. Seeing him smile like that made my lips curve up a bit, mirroring his expression just a little. We talked for a while as I basked in the warmth his personality provided.
A warm hand on my back startled me. My body flinched just the smallest amount, but Atsushi still noticed it. Though, he didn’t let his face show that he saw it. Turning to my side with wide eyes, I saw Dazai. He was smiling down at me. There was nothing in his expression that said I did something wrong. In fact he was glad that I still remembered how to socialize. It saved him the effort of re-teaching me. But nothing in my head could convince me that I was okay. To me, I messed up. I did something he didn’t like and I was going to get punished, even if I knew I hadn’t been punished in years. 
“It’s time to go home, darling.” I nodded my head at his words, hand gripping onto the side of his shirt as I held back my tears. The fear rapidly began to build. He said his goodbyes and we left. As soon as we were away from everyone, where no one could hear us, was when I broke. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor, grabbing onto his pants legs as the tears finally fell.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you mad! I’ll never do it again! I’ll be good for you! Please don’t punish me, I’ll be good!” I begged. My words were choked out as my breath got caught in my throat. He smiled softly down at me, squatting down to be at my level. Once there, he brought his hand to my cheek. I flinched before realizing he wasn’t going to hurt me. I then nuzzled my face into his large palm with one of my hands grabbing his wrist to keep his warmth there and even bringing it closer to me.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. You were amazing back there. So sweet and kind talking with Atsushi.” Our eyes locked for a few seconds before he continued. “Common, let’s get home. I’ll cook and you can relax in the bath.” I nodded my head as a feeling took over my body. 
As love took over my body…No, this wasn’t love. Love isn’t fearing that you’re doing something wrong. Love isn’t speaking when you think it would made someone else happy and not cause you want to. Love isn’t being with someone for their happiness even if it doesn’t make you happy. Love isn’t flinching at the slightest of touches, or thinking that bad behavior will get your food taken away. Love isn’t this. This is obsession—fear. This was doing what needs to be done to survive.
I don’t believe in love. 
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Dazai is one of my favorite characters so I really have fun writing for him. I used to always write him as supper bubbly and happy-go-lucky but after reading No Longer Human, I feel like this type of story fits him more. Plus, I enjoy writing these types of things. It's fun and suspenseful, in my opinion! Also, you guys seemed to like the last Yandere!Dazai story I wrote! If you enjoy my writing style, feel free to request something!! <3
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Gates to Heck Chapter 2
It’s a little on the short side, but I’m happy to be able to post Chapter 2 for Teru’s birthday.
This story is a follow-up to the omake "Teaching Mob Basketball > Anti-terrorism", in which Teru does a vigilante-justice speedrun so he can teach Mob how to dribble. 
"Spirits and Such Consultation, this is the greatest psychic of the 21st Century, Reigen Arataka, speaking."
"Shishou-"
"Oh, Mob." Reigen dropped the voice. "I thought you were learning how to dribble today. What's the-"
"Shishou, I need your help."
"I already told you, I don't play the ball sports." Reigen heard a suppressed sound from the kitchenette. As if Serizawa had room to snort. The only sport he played was Wii Golf.
"It's Hanazawa-kun. He's- He's hurt."
"How badly hurt are we talking?" Reigen closed the lid of his laptop. "Do you need an ambulance?"
"I don't think so? He came to basketball practice, but then he fainted. I think his head is hurt, and also his arm, but it's not just the injuries. It's everything."
"Everything?"
Serizawa appeared in the kitchenette doorway, looking for all the world like a concerned housewife with his dishwashing gloves and furrowed brow.
"When I asked how he got hurt, he laughed so hard he passed out again. Well, I did ask if he was forming another gang, which may have been rude, now that I consider it. He wouldn't-
"Wait a second," said Reigen, waving a hand even though only Serizawa was there to see him. "Middle schools have gangs?"
"Yes," said Mob. "Hanazawa-kun was the urabanchou at Black Vinegar."
"Middle school gangs have shadow leaders?" When Reigen was fourteen, he was eating cup noodles and drawing Sailor Moon doujinshi like it was a full-time job.
"Yes, but- but that doesn't matter, Shishou. He's acting tired, like he did before, and he's gotten thin again. He must weigh less than…" Mob gave a small grunt. "50 kilograms."
"Did- Did you just pick him up?"
"Well, that's how much I can lift in my club." Mob's voice had the barest hint of defensiveness.
"Really? Wow."
"Just the deadlift."
"I know what that means," said Reigen. He started playing with a stress toy on his desk. Mob's friend, Kurata-chan, had gotten it for him last month, no doubt as some sort of joke, but squeezing the little alien until its eyes popped was strangely satisfying.
If Hanazawa had lost that much weight, it must have been more than a schoolyard fight. It had to be a chronic issue, like bullying, or even abuse.
Reigen swallowed hard. "His parents still overseas?"
"Yes," said Mob. "They have been since he was nine. He doesn't have anyone to take care of him." The kid was never what you would call expressive, but there was a note in his voice that Reigen could only describe as panic. "Shishou, I think he has a concussion, and I don't know what to do."
Reigen was already patting his pockets: wallets, keys, business cards, salt. "Right. I'll be there as soon as I can swing by a pharmacy."
"He doesn't need first aid supplies," said Mob, his voice going strangely grave.
"Okay?"
"Oh, actually, he's running low on cooling patches. I think he has a Failure Fever too."
"Failure… fever?" Reigen grabbed some cooling patches from the office first aid kit and waved a quick goodbye to Serizawa, whose forehead was more furrowed than ever. Reigen had to resist the sudden impulse to smooth it down with his thumb.
"Hanazawa-kun gets a fever whenever he loses something."
Reigen hailed the first cab he saw. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me he has a psychosomatic reaction to losing fights? With middle school gangs?"
He fumbled with his wallet for the paper containing Hanazawa's address, which he'd kept tucked away ever since their final confrontation with Claw.
"No, I think it was mostly with Claw."
For a moment, Reigen thought he had misheard, somehow conflating Mob's words with his own thoughts.
"Claw- They- Mob, do you mean they went after him before they took Otouto-kun?"
"He was nine the first time they went after him," said Mob.
Reigen kept moving on autopilot, sliding into the cab's backseat and shoving the paper into the driver's hands. He didn't bother to cover the mouthpiece when he said, "Sorry, sick kid."
The driver nodded, tapping a Polaroid taped to the dash. The cab pulled into traffic and Reigen returned to his conversation with Mob.
"The same age he was when his parents left?" he asked, because that was easier than thinking about psychic terrorists targeting a literal child for five years.
Mob made a noise of assent. "He said it was safer that way."
"…Safer?"
"I didn't understand at first either, but I think he meant safer for them."
Reigen did cover the mouthpiece this time. At least the cab driver didn't seem to mind all the swearing.
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“So what did happen to your eye?” says Alec.
“If I tell you I’ll have to kill you,” says Roy. “Can we get this meeting underway? There’s a few things I need to discuss with you about Freddie’s new campaign and-“
“It has to be sexual, or something really embarrassing. Maybe both,” says Alec.  
“Alec, can we just move on?“
“Was it from a golden shower? You got piss in your eye?”
“What? No.”
“Did someone cum in your eye?” says Alec in a stage whisper.
Roy stares at him with his unpatched eye.
“’Cos if it they did, been there, done that, spent three days in intensive care a few years ago being pumped full of antibiotics after I picked up a nasty bacterial infection.”
“Shit,” says Roy.
“Yep. That was the last time I ever picked up some rando from the Grind.” Alec gives a theatrical shudder. Roy sighs resignedly.
“I jizzed in my own eye, if you must know,” says Roy.
“Hey, it could happen to anyone!” says Alec, swallowing a smirk.
“You think?” says Roy. “I doubt other people will be quite so sympathetic. Dammit. I really liked the idea of me changing the battery in my car and accidentally getting acid in my eye. Now I’ll have to try and think of something else-“
“You should know how to change the battery in your car,” says Alec. “Do you want me to show you?”
“For real? When?” says Roy.
“After we’ve wrapped up here,” says Alec. “Are you free for an hour or so?’
“I’m sure Celine can reschedule my next appointment,” says Roy. “But I thought you said changing a battery in a Ferrari was the worst?”
“It is. But being able to perform basic car maintenance is also really satisfying. And after we’ve finished you’ll be able to stand tall and lie about what happened to your eye with total conviction!”
“Alec, I feel like this is the start of a beautiful friendship,” says Roy, moisture prickling his good eye.  
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Summer ACOTAR Writing Circle 3 hosted by @azrielshadowssing — thank you so much for organizing and running this event. Check out the full list of fanfics here.
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Emerie’s phone vibrated from where she had it tucked next to her thigh. With one hand still fingering the tip of her own braid, Em reached for it reluctantly and with a practiced nonchalance that she found impressive.
Gwyn: potential love interest incoming at 10 o’clock
Nesta: *smug emoji* Oh. I see her
Emerie: could you STOP calling her that
Nesta: Could
Gwyn: But WON’T *glasses emoji*
Emerie: I hate you
Gwyn: such a pouty little liar
Nesta: I thought lying was insulting.
“When does the hot tub open?” The blonde slowed slightly in her sultry strut down the length of the pool deck and past Em’s perch atop her chair. The voice was little more than a purr and had anyone else been around, Emerie might have doubted it was aimed at her.
“Same time as the pool.” Strictly the facts. Keep it to the facts.
“So.” Mor lowered her glasses again, that time it was to peer up at Em through meticulously darkened lashes. “That would be now?”
“Exactly.” Emerie smiled. She couldn’t help the coolness of her tone. She couldn’t help regretting it either. That place brought it out in her, not that doing so was particularly hard.
“Cheers then.” The glasses went back and up and the strut resumed.
Gwyn: Was that a little hottie flyby?
Nesta: Looked like one from here.
Emerie: Cool your jets. She just asked me about the hot tub.
Gwyn: I think you mean that she asked you IN the hot tub.
Nesta: I agree with the ginger. *smirking emoji*
Emerie: Laugh it up bitches. I’m done with both of you.
Emerie heard the unmistakable ding of a phone nearby, but her’s hadn’t vibrated. She looked across the pool with a careful eye. She noticed Gwyn tucking her phone back in the pouch on the side of her lifeguard chair with a flourish and a shit-eating grin. Then Nesta snorted.
Emerie: NOT COOL
One lapse. All it took was one slip of the mask and the sharks were circling. They’d never let her hear the end of it. It wasn’t like Emerie didn’t understand. She’d been out with more than her share of women, but she didn’t give up information easily. With the way her family behaved, it was no wonder she played her cards very close to her vest. If Gwyn was an open book when it came to her love life, and she really was, then Nesta was that snarling, furry thing with teeth from Harry Potter. Emerie was somewhere in the middle. She smiled. Perhaps she’d be that map that went blank to outsiders.
Her friends were practically starved for information. Em loved her truck and had custom restored the 1976 Bronco. She’d even picked the perfect tangerine color for the paint job. When it was spotted at the Tri Delt House a few nights in a row, Em didn’t deny the shockingly satisfying hookup. Her truck could be spotted still parked in front of Pearl Bar late into the morning, she didn’t bother grabbing it until after brunch.
She liked to think that she was just being respectful and private, not sneaky or ashamed. But shame was a tricky beast. The only family she cared about were old and set in their ways, and the rest were surly and dangerous in their own fragility. It was easier, and safer, not to rock the boat, so Em didn’t rock it.
On campus or with her friends, most people spotted her as a lesbian right away. Her style wasn’t particularly masculine, but it wasn’t very femme either. She was just her. She’d always been considered pretty, especially given she didn’t go for much makeup. She kept her hair long but with a blunt cut and she’d been told she had a swagger that tended toward cocksure more than mere confidence. Em’s grin spread.
The truth was that she was comfortable in her own skin without needing a bunch of labels or distinctions, but they were put upon her anyway. She’d always been athletic and she got plenty of attention from men. She didn’t mind it and she’d dated a few. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t her. She could sleep with men, but she’d never truly dated one. She’d never actually loved one.
Her eyes fell on the blonde again. Em didn’t kid herself that what she was feeling at that moment was anything but lust. She watched the waiter bring another round of drinks. From the look of it, her eye candy was drinking Long Island ice teas. It was her third in as many hours. Em wasn’t one to break up a party and if the bar kept serving her that was on them, so long as she kept her lithe frame out of the pool.
Em felt her phone vibrate and looked across to Gwyn hopping on her seat. She looked left and Feyre had taken up a spot near Nesta’s chair just as that Cassian guy had slipped into the lanes at her feet. With any luck, he’d be an impressive swimmer and Nesta would be positively done for. With shoulders like that, Em was begging for a butterfly. He did not disappoint. Cassian whipped across the pool and that was when Em remembered where she’d seen him.
He swam for VU and then again at the world championships. Fuck. He was THAT Cass. Em attended a smaller private school with Nesta and Gwyn on soccer scholarships. They were the bulk of the tiny swim team, but they saved their real competition for soccer. They were good enough to compete in a small program and good enough to be in the stands when Cass and his boys blew past all the world records.
Without thinking Em grabbed her phone and groaned. She had a handful of messages that were already a few minutes old. Gwyn had to be stopped.
Gwyn: Red looks good on her *red dress emoji*
Gwyn: Go talk to her
Gwyn: Want me to go?
Gwyn: I’m a good wingman
Gwyn: Wingwoman
Emerie: No way
Gwyn: Yes way
Emerie: Fuck off
Emerie: Don’t u fucking dare
Gwyn: Come on!! *pouting gif*
Emerie: She’s marinated. If she tries to swim, I will HAVE to talk to her.
Gwyn: Yeah. Saw that
Gwyn: Sorry. That’s less fun.
Emerie: Yeah.
Emerie: I’d rather hear what Nesta thinks about Cas and his butterfly stroke?
Gwyn: YAS! Do you think it is HIM?
Emerie: *100% emoji*
Emerie: U gonna b ok Nes?
Nesta: F me
Gwyn: louder. I don’t think he heard u
Nesta: go away
Gwyn: NEVER
Emerie: NOT A CHANCE
They didn’t get to follow up on their playful ribbing of Nesta. Cassian was catching his breath at the other end of the pool, chatting with his friend. The friend was still watching Gwyn though. The rest of the group was busy chatting in the cabana, which was why nobody else seemed concerned as Ms. Diva approached the pool.
Nesta: Shit.
Emerie: Those chicken-shits should stop serving her out here.
Nesta: I can do it, Em.
Nesta: I’ve met her before.
Emerie: And?
Nesta: she lowkey hates me
Gwyn: I could try.
Nesta: Ur too nice. U’ll just hold her drink.
Emerie: Or her hair. I got this.
Em slid down from her chair and crossed the pool toward the blonde who was wading out into the deeper water with her drink still in one hand.
“Miss.” Emerie cringed, but what else should she call her. “We don’t allow drinks in the pool. I’m going to need you to step out.”
Emerie used the friendliest of her professional-sounding voices and she hoped this didn’t escalate. She’d seen it happen before. It was the hardest part about working at the Country Club for the summer when you were basically an outsider. Worse than an outsider, Em's family had been working their way up to actually joining the club. Her grandfather had worked as a caddie and a driver, and even saved up and pulled some strings to get her dad into school with some of these men. He’d squandered that chance and so she was back working for these same families. Em reminded herself that she was a college student and a lifeguard. She wasn’t the glorified servant from generations before. Though many of the people around wouldn’t think twice about putting someone like Em back in her place.
Nesta and Gwyn didn’t really get that. Em tried to focus back on her job. She was just a local girl trying to keep the fun going without any unnecessary casualties.
The blonde giggled and made her way toward the edge of the pool. She stumbled a few times but managed to keep her head above water and the glass out of the pool.
“Yes, officer.” Mor pouted and Em sighed, unimpressed.
“Thank you.” Em started to turn back toward her chair.
“Isn’t this the point where you tell me that I’m cut off?” Mor snarked and there was a sharper edge than before. Seemed like she wasn’t keen on her pout not working.
“I don’t work at the bar.” Em clarified. It wasn’t her job to decide whom to serve, but it was her job to decide who got to swim.
“Yes.” Mor raked her eyes down Em’s body. “The skimpy suit told me as much.”
Em glanced down at the dangerously high sides of her red suit. Gwyn often opted for the tank and swim shorts, but Em went full Baywatch when she was on duty. It suited her best.
She looked down at Mor’s slinky bikini snuggling her surprisingly generous curves given her lean frame. Em offered her best neutral glare and managed not to shrug. She was just trying to get a rise out of Emerie and it wasn’t going to work. Emerie nodded once to the woman and started walking back toward her chair.
“You’re Nesta’s friend, right?” Mor shouted at her back.
“I am.” Em agreed over one shoulder.
“I’m Morrigan.”
Em smiled and kept walking. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her the whole way. The Morrigan. Of course, she didn’t have some simple name and of course, Em had heard of her, of her family. Em looked back and could just make out the scar on the woman’s abdomen. What she hadn’t expected to see was the seductive way that she was watching her.
Gwyn: She seems feisty
Nesta: U have no idea
Emerie: Just drunk
Nesta: No. She’s always like that
The good thing about the morning shift was usually that they got off early. Nesta and Gwyn were able to leave, but they were short staffed and her manager talked her into staying. The pool had state-of-the-art heating and lighting, so it was technically open until 10pm with at least one guard making rounds. The cabanas drew their own type of attention, and Em was slightly jealous of that freedom in a place like the club.
Few members tried the actual pool after dark. Mostly, nights were just Em walking in circles watching the water dance over the lights. She was busy with her own thoughts when she heard steps on the deck behind her.
“Don’t they ever let you go home?” Mor’s voice shocked her.
“They do.” Em agreed with a smirk. Mor was shockingly close and no less intoxicated than she had been earlier.
“You remind me of someone.” Mor reached up for her face fondly and there was heat in her gaze.
“Someone nice?” Em shouldn’t encourage it. She was at work, not that she felt harassed. It still wasn’t good to engage in a flirtation with members. It just felt wrong.
“Very.” Mor’s voice was full of emotion. Had she been crying? Mor leaned in for a kiss and stumbled only slightly, but it was enough to kill the already delicate mood. Em reached around for her waist and spun her lightly away dodging.
“Let’s find that cousin of yours.” Em knew Rhys by sight and she felt comfortable releasing her into his care. Her shift was basically over anyway. She started walking toward the rest of the club and she heard Mor start to apologize.“Don’t worry. You won’t even remember me tomorrow.”
“I will. I always remember.” The words were clear and Em believed her and for some reason, it broke her heart.
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“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.” j7 🤠
she startles awake and is taken aback by the darkness. there’s someone next to her, but she can’t see. the relief she’d felt upon waking, upon the dream having ended, vanishes just as quickly as it had appeared. is replaced with a burning sense of suspicion.
“seven?” when she speaks, her voice is rough and uneven. she tries to pull away from the arms encircling her, to sit up, but she’s hit immediately with a dizziness that leaves her reeling. instead of seven, she sees the borg queen, looming over her. 
“kathryn,” seven’s voice is level and soft, “the nightmares are just an illusion.” 
she feels seven’s hand come up to cup her face, feels seven’s thumb smooth across her lips. her touch is cool. “i’m really here.” 
“prove it.” janeway challenges, pulling away from the contact almost reflexively. her words are slurred with exhaustion and delirium. “tell me something only you’d know.”
they’ve been through this, three times to be exact, in the past twenty-four hours. since the fever had risen above one-hundred-three degrees. each time, seven had recited a different fact. 
“your sister’s name is phoebe.”
for the first time, kathryn is not satisfied with her answer. 
“anyone could know that,” she says, and she sounds young and she sounds small. “tell me something only you would know.”
that is not the response seven was expecting. she thinks of all of the conversations she’s had with kathryn, all of the shared experiences, tries to choose something that will reassure her of her identity. that will leave kathryn without any doubts.
“of the thirty-two games of velocity you and i have engaged in, you have bested me thirty-one times.”
this seems to be what kathryn was scrambling for, this shred of tangible evidence. 
“you only won because i tore my shoulder,” she responds eventually, but she moves back so that her head is in seven’s lap. 
the previous days come back to her in flashes. the attack. the explosion. her and seven, running into the forest. the gash on her calf. the infection. the two of them, stumbling into the clearing. shared ration bars and barely any water and no medkit.
she remembers seven holding her when the chills wracked her body. she remembers telling her about home.
“how bad’s the fever?” she’s lucid now, seven can tell by the tone of her voice. 
“one-hundred-four degrees.”
she reaches out, takes seven’s arm and drapes it across her. seven’s other hand is already smoothing her hair back from her damp forehead. she has not asked seven to calculate the odds of their survival, but she is certain seven already has.
kathryn is silent for an interval, and seven thinks maybe she has fallen back asleep before her low voice cuts through the quiet.
“can you sing?”
if seven is taken aback by the request, her voice does not suggest it. 
“what would you like me to sing?”
kathryn makes a contented noise, pulls seven’s arm tighter around herself. 
“doesn’t matter.” there's a pause, then seven clears her throat, seeming to have made a selection.
“you'll never know just how much i miss you. you'll never know just how much i care."
kathryn recognizes the lyrics almost immediately. an old earth song from the second world war, something her mother used to listen to. she is reminded of the hirogen, of seven standing in front of a grand piano in a shimmering silver dress. mademoiselle de neuf. 
she thinks of how right it had felt, after the fact. how poetic. the two of them recognizing one another in some other life.
“and if I tried, i still couldn't hide my love for you. you ought to know, for haven't i told you so a million or more times?”
as seven continues, kathryn thinks her words sound like an answer to a question she might never get the chance to ask. sound like a promise. 
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Gods and Monsters: Sneak peak
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: Unedited drabble of sorts, minor character death but its to be expected
A/n: This is a bit short but I figured I would start off with something smaller. I have some more things planned with this story but wanted to kind of start off by giving just a little intro and sort of background to everything before I really got into some more detailed events between the characters. Also in case it isn’t clear this is a soulmate!AU where you have your soulmate’s and your enemy’s initials written on you but you don’t know which is which. - G
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Y/n never really felt like she belonged anywhere. Her parents didn’t want her and it wasn’t until a certain Agent Coulson found her that she felt like anyone really cared for her. Even then, she was so used to people leaving her that she tried not to get to close. Y/n had a halfway decent life until she turned about 11. Her uncle had taken her in, and sure he could be rough, but at least there was food on the table and a roof over her head. That was until she began to get migraines more and more often. For her uncle it wasn’t the migraines though, not really, it was the power that came with them. It was the idea that his niece could manipulate him into feeling anything she wanted, not that Y/n knew that. She was more focused on getting through school and getting the hell out of dodge. Unfortunate, she wouldn’t really have the chance to. By the time she was 13 he had had enough of her unintentional empathy and had kicked her out onto the streets. A few years later Coulson had found her. She had convinced herself back then that eventually he would leave her too. That had been ten years ago and, despite how hard she tired, Coulson grew on her. The agent had given her a home, training, education, hell he was the reason she had a job right now.
“I don’t even know why you want me, we agreed a long time ago that my powers don’t exactly make me exceptional out on the field.” Y/n sighed as she looked to Phil who was telling her about some Avengers initiative program he and Fury were working on.
“They make you perfect for interrogation though.” Coulson hummed as he looked to the girl that he considered to be his daughter at this point
“I’m not just some lie detector Coulson.” She huffed
“No, you have other useful skills.” Coulson moved to sit next to her. “All I’m saying is give it a chance alright? Its not going to be something we put into action anytime soon-“
“You just want me to be on call.” Y/n deadpanned
“Maybe, or maybe I want you to finally have an excuse to meet Captain Rogers.” Coulson smiled
Y/n looked down at her hands, her hand absentmindedly rubbing over the small S.G.R. that was inked into her flesh between her thumb and pointer finger. “You are aware of how many people with his initials there are.” She frowned
Y/n had given up on finding her soulmate a long time ago. With everything that she had been through she doubted he’d want her anyway. Hell, whoever they were would probably think she was manipulating them into loving her anyway. She wasn’t even sure if anyone could truly love her if she was honest.
“Besides, for all you know S.G.R. could be my arch nemesis.” She shot him a small smirk
“Well if you manage to be the lucky girl that gets to have Captain America represented in a soulmark I can’t imagine it would be for bad reasons.” Coulson hummed as he passed her the file. “Just think it over, if we really need to use the Avengers I’ll give you a call, ok?”
“Fine.” Y/n sighed as she took the docent and began to flip though it. Coulson, satisfied with himself, left her room.
A few months later she agreed to join the team and a couple months after that the initiative was called into action. She made her way to the helicarrier, one of the first to arrive. Everything she needed was already there as Coulson had always made sure to take care of her. She spotted a man in a plaid shirt looking out into the water and figured it was best to get introductions over with. She walked to a spot beside the man and cleared her throat.
“You must be the famous captain.” Y/n hummed as she looked to the acclaimed hero beside her
“And you must be Y/f/n Y/l/n.” Steve smiled as he turned and looked down at the girl
“Coulson?” She asked
“Coulson.” He confirmed
She just nodded in response, staying silent for a moment. He reached his hand out to her and she shook it. She looked to his hand and noticed that her initials were inked into his skin just as hers were.
“Guess I owe him 20 bucks.” She sighed, taking a deep breath as she looked up at him for the first time. She couldn’t deny that he was absolutely breathtaking. The perfect vision of American beauty. He wasn’t exactly her type, but she’d heard enough about him to know he was a nice guy.
She was drawn from her thoughts by Steve’s breathy chuckle. “Hopefully that’s not a bad thing?” he raised a brow “What I mean is, if you don’t want to act on this we don’t have to. We can get to know each other, take things slow?”
“I think I’d like that.” She agreed before the two were pulled away from their conversation by some more newcomers.
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The battle of New York was one of the worst days of Y/n’s life. She wasn’t necessarily a superhero when it came to strength and agility, and she was definitely no Black Widow. The effect it had on her body was the least of her worries though. She had lost the one person that she had ever believed cared about her. When Loki had killed Phil Coulson her suspicions about the L.L. written on her ankle being her enemy was confirmed. She would never be able to forgive anyone for hurting what little family she had. Throughout everything Steve had stayed by her side. Even when he certainly didn’t have to. He had every excuse to just leave once the battle was over but he made an effort to come visit her as much as he could.
Y/n had to admit she was growing quite fond of the soldier. She was everything he could’ve hoped for in a soulmate. He cared for her, he was understanding of her powers, and he gave her the space she needed while still being there for her. Even if things seemed off every now and then she made a vow to make an effort, she knew that’s what Coulson would’ve wanted for her.
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A/n: Again sorry its short but I hope to keep working on things! -G
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Hello! I loved Deep Dive (and the first Mermaid!Charles fic of course) and am taking you up on your request for prompts related to that au. 😊 If you’d like, I’m curious about Max’s POV for (a) the decision to tell Marko about/capture Charles (like - how did he think that would go?!??), and (b) what his whole deal with Daniel is (does he think Daniel isn’t seriously into him or what?). If you’re not interested in those things no worries, and thanks for the lovely hours I got to spend in that world - it really helped distract me yesterday when I was otherwise in an angst spiral about some stuff happening today.
Hello! Thank you so much for the ask! It means a ton to me that these stories helped you in some way, shape, or form. I hope that things are looking up for you! 💚
I’m going to answer these in reverse, so apologies for inflicting you with my chaos!
For B - Max has a lot of…weird hang-ups on relationships. In this AU, his home life wasn’t exactly the beacon of positive, healthy romantic relationships to say the least. Then, in high-school & university he was always comparing and trying to differentiate himself from Pierre. 
After one too many rejections, (and a couple of people trying to get close to him to get close to Pierre) he sort of built an identity out of being “above” or “better than” romantic relationships. He didn’t think anyone could be interested in him, so he resolved to not be interested in any relationship. 
Thankfully, Daniel is also a stubborn bastard and can see the goofy, carefree, loveable side of Max that he lets slip around his friends. I combined your prompt with Daniel meeting Charles in this chapter and I hope you enjoy it!
Now A is something I’ve thought about. A lot. And I’m probably not going to actually write the snippet because it’s not a happy one. Max is selfish, more than a bit of a bastard, and I don’t like thinking about how he completely discarded his friendship with Pierre. The highlights look something like this:
Max makes the connection that Pierre is visiting with Charles on his lunch breaks when he sees the picture Pierre finally shares with them at Trivia night
He tries following him a few times, then finally has success and sees Charles
In shock, the first person he runs into is Dr. Marko and he basically blurts out the secret that mermaids exist without thinking
One thing leads to another, and before he knows it, he’s making plans to capture and study Charles
At one point, guilt and doubt start to creep in, he second guesses what he’s doing, but Dr. Marko talks him out of it. Basically convinces Max that his friendship with Pierre is holding him back and he’ll never find success if he’s tied down like that
It’s very reminiscent of things his father has said about achieving success, so Max basically shoves all those feelings away and focuses on the plan
After Charles is captured, Max is hit with a ton of guilt when his friends ALL choose Pierre over him. Instead of apologizing, he doubles down and stubbornly tells himself that he doesn’t need them. He’s going to be famous and they’ll all wish they sided with him.
Over the months that Charles is in the lab, he sees little glimpses of the care Pierre and Charles have for each other and how much Pierre is destroying himself over this
Max realizes about 6 months in that he truly fucked up. He hasn’t gotten a single text from a non-family member in that length of time and that’s when he decides to do what he can to fix it.
Everything else pretty much happens on-screen. Max helps with the escape and slowly re-integrates into his friend group. It still takes him a while to get together with Daniel, but at least he has support from his friends for that one.
I hope this satisfies your prompt request! I've got a few more prompts in the queue and feel free to send me anything else you're interested in reading!
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