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lovebitters · 1 month
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Omg Mae Bae:
you said you wrote for Eddie Munson so totally ignore if not allowed! But I was thinking about Eddie not telling anyone you and him are dating and you stop by the Hellfire Club meeting on valentines Day and everyone is so stunned (maybe like a sunshine reader and Eddie!!)
Just picturing how stunned they'd all be hehe 💗😂
hi love! hope this is good ♡ wc: 470 | nav post - request guidelines
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The familiar sound of laughter greeted you as you made your way down the now empty (and suddenly creepier) Hawkins High hallways, down to the theatre club room. The familiar smell of cheap beer and party chips lingered as you stood in front of the door. The "no disturbances, please" sign hung on the oak door didn't apply to you, of course, being the leader's partner, lover, whatever title you were to him.
You knocked three times on the door, something that was a code between you and Eddie. You could hear the muffled voices asking who it was as heavy footsteps seemed to come closer toward the door, you took a step back with a tupperware container in front of you, looking up and down the hallway.
The door barely cracked open, as Eddie grinned once he saw you. "What's the secret password?" He teasingly asks as you pretend think for a second. "You love me and will open the door?" You offer as he shrugs. "Close enough, it was sunshine. What're you doing here?" He questions as he opens the door, leaving it open as he wrapped his arms around your waist, about to pull you close before he noticed the container in between your bodies.
"I know you said your meeting was gonna hold late and I am totally okay with that, but I figured you and your boys needed more of a snack then party chips and soda. So, I made you something. Consider it part one of your Valentine's surprise." You smile, holding the container out for him. He doesn't say anything as he stares at them, before he smiles and places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss.
The romantic moment is spoiled by Garth and Mike letting out their surprise with "oohs". "Munson's got a lover!?" Jeff asks as Garth rolls his eyes. "Clearly. How come we never knew about it?" He asks as Eddie sighs. "They can never keep anything to themselves-" He begins to pull you into the room before you can protest interrupting their game.
"This is my partner not lover you idiot, Y/n." Eddie introduces as you smile. "Hi." You wave a bit, as Mike stares at you. "Wait, you're like.. one of the nicest people I've ever met. You're with him?" The Wheeler boy whose sister you'd known for years asks as you laugh. "Come on, Mike, you make it sound like he's not a good person." You note.
"Yeah, Mike." Eddie sticks his tongue out as you laugh. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight?" You ask. He nods, giving you another sweet kiss and flipping off the other party members before you sneak out the door.
The teasing doesn't stop after you leave, especially when they notice his blushing.
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wonderingpanda · 4 months
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Hallooo!
May I request reader catching the bayboys staring at them? Lovesick, maybe?
I just love the Eugene staring at Rapunzle scene.
Lovesick Stares
Hi! Sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been really busy the past month. I also want to apologise, there was another Bayverse request in my inbox but I must of accidentally deleted it since I can’t find it anymore. If the person who sent me it wants to re-request it feel free to do so. Now, I decided to not really do headcanons for this one but I wouldn’t call them oneshots either. They’re more like mini-scenarios. Anyway, with that all out the way please enjoy.
Leonardo
I was just in the lair sharpening my katanas when I noticed Y/N sit down next to me. “Mikey becoming too much for you?” “Nah, I’m just tired and don’t feel like skateboarding right now.” They pulled out their phone and began doing something on it but I couldn’t see what. I decided to just focus on my blades since I was losing concentration. After a moment or two I heard the sweet sound of Y/N laughing and turned to see them smiling at some video. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, they were so pretty and calm I couldn’t look away. Y/N must of realised that I had stopped sharpening my swords since they looked over to me curiously. I immediately fixed my eyes on something away from them but I knew it was too late and I’d already been caught. “You do realise you’re staring at mouldy pizza right?” Yup, caught red handed. “Well I mean mouldy pizza can be interesting. Anything can hold a story. You never know this pizza could’ve been through amazing things, lived an incredible life.” “Ah yes an incredible life of slowly dying on a sewer floor.” We laughed together for a moment before Y/N decided to lie their head on my arm and smiled with their eyes glued to their phone. “You know if want to stare at me you can. I do it to you all the time.” “Heh, thanks… wait what?”
Raphael
I swear sometimes my brothers piss me off too much! It was late in the evening and I was beating up a punching bag to let out my rage. I was so focused on hitting the thing that I didn’t realise Y/N had walked in. They leaned against the wall and just looked at me. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face them. “What is it?” “I was just waiting for you to finish up.” “Why? You want to use it?” “I’d appreciate it.” I smirked and stepped aside as Y/N walked up to the punching bag, this was going to be interesting. I was surprised when they began to land pretty tough punches on it. “Wow, who got you so riled up?” They leaned back and rolled their shoulders. “Just an annoying co-worker, don’t worry about it.” They then threw their jacket onto the floor and continued to beat up the punching bag. As they went at it I kept wanting to look at them, their face and arms, eyes, lips… I shook my head and blinked a bit when I saw Y/N staring right back at me. “Is there something you want to tell me or…?” “Uh I think I hear Donnie calling me, I gotta go.” With that, I ran off. All I could do was hope they didn’t read too much into it.
Donatello
I thought it would just be another long night in the lab. I had been spending the night working on a few adjustments to my computers. Some of them were glitching and one had stopped working completely so I was trying to fix them up asap. I figured I’d be alone the whole night since everyone seemed to have already gone to bed but I was proven wrong when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Agh! Oh Y/N, it’s just you. Wait, Y/N! What are you doing here this late?” “Well I was spending the night studying alone but I got bored, and knowing you I knew you’d still be up and awake in your lab.” “I suppose that makes sense.” I slid my chair to the side slightly and gestured for them to grab the free one I had sitting in the corner. They pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. “Oh, and apologies for not knocking. You didn’t answer before and when I peeked through you seemed so involved in your work that I didn’t want to disturb you too much.” “Not a problem. So, were you wanting to study or join me in my computer repairs.” “I figured I could just study while you do your thing, I was just desperate for some company.” “Understandable. I’ll just get back to this and feel free to ask me if you need any help with your studies.” “Of course. Thank you Donnie.” I grabbed a few of my tools and got back to work as Y/N began researching stuff on their laptop, looking through books and writing notes down. I looked over to them and noticed the way their face scrunched up at certain things, how they seemed so hyper focused on whatever they were typing. They were simply a sight to behold. My thoughts were cut short when Y/N sent me a curious smile. “What?” I figured I must have been staring and gave an awkward laugh, looking away to the computer I was currently fidgeting with. “Nothing.” Soon enough I heard the sound of books closing and felt a heavy weight slump onto my shoulder. “I know I should be heading home right now but I think it’ll be ok if I’m a little late to class tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.” “Night, turtle boy.”
Michelangelo
I was bored, and I mean really bored. Nothing was happening! Leo and Raph were training together and Donnie was locked up in his lab again. April was busy with Casey, Master Splinter was meditating. I was so close to giving up on everything when a voice filled the air. “Oh guys! Guess what I brought?” I snapped my head around only to find my gorgeous Y/N standing happily with a stack of pizza boxes in their hands. I ran over to them but before I could grab a box they pulled the pizza away from me. “Uh excuse me! You’ll be waiting for your brothers before laying a hand on this pizza.” “Ugh! But everyone else is already busy. I’ll just take a few boxes and be on my way, pretty please?” They gave me a deadpanned look. “Mmm no.” “Well then…” I stepped back and readied myself. “I’ll just have to take it by force.” I lunged at Y/N picking them up and pulling the pizza out of their grasp. “Mikey, put me down!” “Mmm no” “Michelangelo Hamato I swear to god!” They proceeded to grab my face and get close enough to the point their nose touched my snout. “If you don’t put me down safely and hand over that pizza this instant I will beat you up with your own weapons, understood?” I wanted to make some sort of witty comeback but as I looked into their eyes I found myself at a loss for words. I knew they couldn’t really beat me and they knew it too but the determined look on their face was so adorable I wanted to just let them. After a little while I felt something hard flick my forehead. “Ow! What!?” “You zoned out dummy.” “Hey I’m not a dummy! You’re the dummy.” “You sure?” “Uh huh.” “Turn around.” I twisted my head to the side and noticed that all the pizza was gone! I looked back to Y/N only to be met with a fist to the face. But to see their cute face up close it was totally worth it.
I hope this was okay. Again, sorry for not posting in a while. Please have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨
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yeahspider · 5 months
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I have a request if they're open! Can you please write something with Han or Felix based of the song Matilda by Harry Styles? I relate to that song more than I want to 😭
THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST !!!! tysm for stopping by my inbox i love this song it means alot to me so this is gonna be based off of my personal experience a little bit and i hope that's okay. also its a lil short im sorry . this is only semi proofread but just know that it was written passionately. abrupt ending as always and to all readers this is sfw but allusions to triggering topics such as parental abuse and neglect . enjoy and feel free to stop by again ! <3
(also i have something to confess …. this was originally written with lee know in mind bc i’m dumb and read your request wrong ….so i altered it i hope you still like it i’m sorry 😭😭)
Grape juice 🫀
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"Do you think I'm a terrible person for leaving?" you asked felix as you both sat in silence on the hood of his car. The night was warm despite the cold thoughts making their way into your head. It's been six months since left your home and three since you met him. In that time you've never felt more free. Your home life was never that good. Your stepfather was mean and your mother was blinded in love She did her best and you know that, but you were suffocating. Never enough money to go around and even less love. Your childhood was cold and ended all too soon. your family was struggling and you wanted out. As soon as you came of age you left. Starting a life of your own a world away. A life that was significantly better than the previous one you led. Every so often though, those thoughts would creep back up.
you abandoned them
you're being selfish
ungrateful
a coward
but felix was always there to chase them away. he didn't know every sad detail of your life but he knew enough to know that your home life was slowly killing you. Taking your hand he rubbed his finger over your palm, tracing the lines and curves.
"Your mother called again?" you nodded as you mulled over what details of the conversation you had with your mother earlier that evening. Calling it a conversation is a kindness you apply for her sake. In reality, it was thirty minutes of your mother berating you for leaving. From the sound of her slurred words, you could tell she was drunk, not a new thing for her. On most days you can ignore her hurtful words but today for some reason unknown to you, they stuck around in your heart.
"Just more of the usual stuff. She wants me to come home. Says Im a terrible person for leaving, that I abandoned my family. you know the usual stuff." you tell him as you pick at a peeling piece of paint on the hood. you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and it made you feel so pathetic. How could someone miles away hurt your feelings? Crying felt stupid and pointless, you weren't taught to cry.
"You can cry you know? I'm not going to judge you." felix said as he wiped an escaped tear on your cheek. Something about those words made you so confused. Why wasn't he telling you to stop? To suck it up and be an adult? That you weren't a child anymore so it's not okay to cry when someone hurts your pathetic little feelings. An anger surged through you as you jumped out of the car and turned to him.
"Why are you so nice to me? I mean we barely know each other yet here you are comforting me on my mommy issues. What do you want from me?" you shouted at him as he just blinked at you, taking in your frenzied state. You weren't mad at felix and he knew that. This is just how you were taught to respond to kindness. Vulnerability was punished growing up, that lesson was still deeply embedded in your consciousness. He waited until your words washed over you and with the water came a calmness. He's seen plenty of your outbursts at this point in your friendship, although infrequent he handed them with grace every time. It surprised you never gave up on yourself like everyone else. Your brain wanted to be suspicious, your heart felt otherwise. felix waited until you released a breath and sat back down on the hood, muttering an apology as you went.
"You owe them nothing. All your life they've done nothing but tear you down as soon as you try and build a life for yourself. Your family robbed you of a childhood don't let them do the same to your adulthood. You deserve to live for yourself. That doesn't make you selfish or a coward. I won't let them ruin all the progress you've made. You're a good person. No one should make you feel any less." He finished his speech with a pat on your thigh, signaling you to get up and into the car.
"where are we going?" you asked as felix reached over and buckled your seatbelt for you. a habit he never seemed to forget.
"Somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. As far as we need to go for you toshake off those feelings. I'm gonna remind you how fun life can be. "
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dustofthedailylife · 1 year
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hi hi!! i saw that you take requests(sorta), but if you don’t, please delete this ask or ignore it!!
so, recently it emerged the rumor that diluc and donna are gonna get married, or are in a possible engagement fruit from some sort of contract
now, supposing that my last supposition is correct (the contract), how would the reader reacted when diluc tells them about it, while they both are in a relationship with each other? (basically a tiny angst)
again, if you do not take requests or are too busy for them, or simply the prompt isn’t to your appeal, feel free to ignore/delete it!!
"I love you more than words can say..."
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Pairing: Diluc x (gn!) Reader
Tags: SFW, angst to comfort, both Reader and Diluc are crying, lots of fluff, cuddles and confessions at the end.
A/N: I know this has been sitting in my ask box since September but I meant to write something for it for so long already and now I finally had time to do so. I hope you still get to see and read this. I always feel guilty for keeping some requests in my inbox for so long 😣
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“Did you already hear that the young Ragnvindr is going to be wed our Donna soon? That must mean he and his current fling must’ve broken up.”
“Oh, pray tell?”
You froze in place as you heard the gossip of some oblivious bypassers. You were just standing in front of Good Hunter, buying some groceries as you heard a sentence that made your heart throb while simultaneously causing your thoughts to race a thousand miles per hour. You almost dropped the bag with groceries you were holding because of the sheer wave of panic and shock those words had inflicted upon you.
“... hey, is everything alright?”, Sara asked worriedly.
“Sorry. What did you say?”, you shook your head in order to get back to the here and now. Surely this was just one of those weird rumors without any substance again. Diluc would’ve told you if it was true, right?
“You suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence and looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Ah, pardon me. I thought I heard something.”
You continued putting the remaining groceries in your bag in silence. You were so startled you even forgot what you and Sara even had been talking about prior to this incident. You paused as you considered asking Sara about the rumor and whether she has heard about it, too.
“Say, did you happen to hear about the marriage of Donna and Diluc, too?”, you hesitantly inquired after giving it some thought.
“Oh, that one. Yeah, of course. Everyone’s already been waiting forever for it to happen. After all, you don’t get to see someone marry the richest person in the entirety of Mondstadt every day. It’s pretty exciting if you ask me. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, very… exciting.”
You gulped loudly as you hurried off to the Angel’s Share where you hoped to find Diluc to confront him directly if what you just heard bore any truth. And you prayed to Celestia it doesn’t.
Not only would it mean he kept it from you the entire time and essentially lied to you, but also that he just used you. But it was just a stupid rumor, right? It had to be.
You basically barged into the Angel’s Share with panic evident on your face. It wasn’t open for business yet seeing as it was still pretty early in the day, so the only one present inside was the one you were looking for. Diluc was just carrying some things into the store room when you arrived and he immediately dropped everything to rush over to you.
“Love? Are you alright?”, he attempted to take your hand but you yanked it away. The expression on his face shifted to one of great concern.
“Don’t touch me!”, you yelled. “Stop pretending and playing me for a fool!”
Hot tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks. You had tried to hold them back but it proved to be impossible. Even more so when you didn’t know where to put all these emotions in your heart. Anger and sadness mixed with the unsurmountable love you felt for the man before you who had also betrayed your trust.
“I don’t quite follow.”, he said, shook his head, and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Bullshit.”, you hissed. “How long do you intend to play with my heart? Just stop I know the truth…”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is you being engaged to Donna!”, you said with your voice barely above a whisper. Your throat felt constricted from all the things you wanted to scream out but couldn't. “What even am I to you, Diluc?”
He rubbed his hands over his eyes and let out a long sigh. You noticed that they too had become red and puffy. You had completely missed that he had started crying too and you didn’t know how to react or interpret it. Did he want to be pitied, was he just frustrated that he got caught, or was it something else?
“It is not what it sounds like.”, he breathed out as his eyes continued to fill with tears. But you were done, you didn't want to hear any excuses that he would probably just make up as well. You turned around and headed for the door as you felt him holding onto your arm to keep you from leaving.
“Please - please listen to me.”, he begged and you could feel his grip tighten on your arm in desperation.
“I’ll give you two minutes.”, you stated coldly.
You walked over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, looking at him expectantly. And he better had a damn good excuse or this will be the last time he’d ever get to see you.
He exhaled shakily before facing you and taking both your hands in his.
“What you heard was once true… however, it is no longer. I never loved Donna, nor will I ever. You’re the only one I love and you’re the one I want to marry. I’m sorry you had to find all of this out the way you did, I should’ve told you about it way earlier. But I didn’t think it would ever resurface. My father was the one who arranged the marriage but after his passing, it sunk into oblivion and I thought it would stay there for good because I never wanted to marry someone I don't love.”
You were still shaken up but you were watching his expression carefully as he spoke and your gut was telling you that he was speaking the truth.
“Recently... Donna came up to me again and wanted me to fulfill that arrangement which I politely declined and told her I wouldn't want to marry anyone but you. She left in an angered state but I didn’t think she would go as far as to start spreading rumors. She must've intended to put me under the pressure of the public eye or cause you to leave me.”, he continued to explain with frustration in his voice.
He deeply sighed once more and reassuringly squeezed your hands a little tighter. He looked deep into your eyes and a soft smile seeped through his pained expression before he spoke again.
“So, I beg you to believe me when I say there is no other person I love. There is only room for you in my heart and there only ever will be. I don’t know what I would do if you left me. You complete me like no other.”
He wiped the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand before looking at you once more with a heartbroken expression looking back at your equally shattered expression. So you both stood there crying, unsure whether it was out of relief or aftershocks of the initial fight had.
“You idiot.”, you sniffled through your tears as you nudged his shoulder with your fist and made an effort to throw him a playful smile. “You should’ve just told me!”
“Yes, I know… I'm so sorry.”
You got up from the stool and embraced him in a mind-numbingly tight hug while nuzzling your face into his chest and soaking in his scent. He was quick to return your embrace with a sigh of relief. He patted down your back and kissed the crown of your head softly. You felt like ten stones were lifted off your chest at once and you were finally able to breathe again.
“I love you so much, it almost kills me.”
“I love you too, Diluc. More than words can say.”
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penandinkprincess · 10 months
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hi
so people are likely tired of this, and i do apologize for that: you are free to scroll past. i just wanted to set the record straight on a couple things. 
and i will be using names this time, because it’s crossing a fucking line now. 
catsarecutebutaliens and ellie-licious have been accusing me of stealing ideas and using AI to write my fics. i wanna go ahead and put this out here: if you follow me, you’ve seen me come up with most of my ideas in real time and post snippets of them as i go. supposedly “many people” (per ellie-licious) have run my fics through AI detectors and had them come up positive. i don’t know anything about AI. i don’t know how to use it, and i don’t know how to detect for it. i also haven’t seen any evidence that my fics HAVE been run through any detectors. 
so just to answer an accusation i truly never expected to get: i don’t use AI to write my fics. i write them at the speed i do because i have a fuckton of ideas and a great love for these characters and i miss out on a lot of sleep because i’m so dialed in to writing my fics. brain goblin drives me like i’m a robot. doesn’t mean i’m a fucking robot. 
as for stealing fic ideas, i’ve specifically been accused of stealing a main idea from this fic. from a brief perusal, i’m guessing they’re talking about david biting ellie bc i put that in one of the last chapters of half-step. however, please note the date on that fic (may 3rd). half-step was the second time i explored the idea of david biting ellie. the first time was in sovereign, which i published march 16th. unless i am a time traveler as well as a robot, not fucking possible for me to steal an idea that wasn’t published until almost two months after i wrote about it the first time. and i’m not accusing catsarecutebutaliens of stealing it from me, to be totally clear. it’s a horrible and compelling thought and idea to have in a fic. i’m not surprised more than one person could think of it. but don’t accuse me of stealing from you just because you had the same idea as me after i already published a fic with it in it. 
i’ve also been accused of trying to sweep everything that’s been going on under the rug by publishing positive asks from a while ago. if you guys have followed me for a while (even back from witcher days), you’ll know that’s just how i answer my asks. it’s why i have a tag for them so people can filter them out. i answer all of my asks in one huge go at a time, and i try to dig back in my inbox because i don’t want people to get forgotten just because they sent me stuff on a day my brain wasn’t up to answering. if you’ve sent me an ask with your name attached and want me to take it down bc you no longer agree with me or want your username associated with my blog, message me and ask me to take it down. if i can find it (bc anyone who’s gone on my blog can report that the search feature doesn’t work right), i will. no problem. sorry we’ve parted ways, and i hope you still have fun in fandom in a circle that’s better for you and for your experience and for your well-being. 
as a final note: i share parts of my life with you guys bc i enjoy it. i share parts of my life with you guys bc i’m frustrated and need to scream into a void. but no one on here knows the sum total of everything i have ever experienced, and that’s by design. i write fic bc it feels good to work through feelings and experiences and traumas and mental illness in a way in which everything gets wrapped up neatly in the end and everyone ends up happy. that’s not real life. of course it’s not. in real life, there are things that trail you for the rest of your fucking life and make you mourn parts of yourself bc you’ve lost them. there’s pain that feels like it’s never gonna fucking stop. there’s trauma that changes you as a person and makes you angry and grief-stricken bc it stole pieces of you that you can’t get back. and guess what? those things aren’t the fucking same for everyone. there’s overlap and things in common, but to go “yeah this person’s experience doesn’t look like mine so CLEARLY they have never struggled or experienced mental illness” is vile. take shots at me all you want, but i pray to god you’re not taking that attitude into the real world because it’s dismissive and incredibly cruel. 
and i’m using names here NOT to try and get anyone else to chime in and message them or try to dogpile them. that is NOT my intention. i’m only using their names here because i want to address their specific accusations. please do not message them. they accused me, i responded. i am not at all trying to get them attacked. 
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unrequitedloveletter · 8 months
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Ethereally Broken- K.B x gn! reader
Okay! I said I was going to take a break over the next week but I was like “I could just write until I feel better” so that I did. My mental health tanked at random yesterday and I’ve been meaning to write a fic with this premise so writing it has helped quite a bit. The general premise is the fic genre thats like x amount of times character almost said y and the first time they did because I love that fic premise and genre and I figured it was time I wrote something using it. 
On a bit of a happier note, my requests are open until the 10th of August! Feel free to send in any ideas you have. I’ll be looking at them this weekend and through next week, and provided that my mental health doesn’t tank again, things should be smooth sailing. To those who have already sent in a request, I am looking forward to looking at the requests in my inbox and writing a couple of them out!
Fic type- this is heavy angst. I feel like shit and I projected like no fucking tomorrow so this fic has got it laid on heavily. 
Warnings- it’s never specified as depression but the reader goes through depressive episodes. This is not an attempt to glorify depression or depressive episodes but rather a work based on my experiences with it and with them, and if this fic is offensive in any way, please feel free to reach out and let me know so that I can make the necessary adjustments. SSRIs are talked about as well, there are mentions of bruises and dying, there is a mention of shivs, Kaz Brekker is a cat person in this fic and cats are present in this fic. I wrote how the reader experiences depressive episodes based upon my experiences with them, and Kaz might be a little OOC in this. 
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THE FIRST TIME
Everyone in the Barrel knew you had a bit of a reputation with Kaz. You could communicate to each other with only glances, you were the deadliest weapons the Barrel had to offer, you were Kaz Brekkers one weakness and you stood at the heart of all of his strengths. 
But that did not exempt you from having your own struggles. You were not the hardened criminal it was easy to pretend you were, not the person who smiled and laughed at Jespers jokes, found subtle ways to tell Kaz that he was the love of your life and watched him for subtle echoes of the same. 
You had moments where all you could do was lay in bed and be completely and utterly unproductive. You had moments where all you could do was sleep and hope that the next day would be better. 
You had moments where you yearned for Kaz to tell you he loved you and he cared in more than three taps of his cane against the ground and your response--your fingers idly drumming on the table once, twice, three and then four times--and still, amidst your yearning, you knew it was the best you could get. 
So, when another of those moments came about, you were shocked to hear the sound of Kaz’s lockpicks moving in the lock you’d installed on the door of your second floor bedroom, and the second biggest in the Slat. You blinked at the sound of the locks and fought off your grin because you knew that Kaz would allow himself half a second to smirk before turning his face back to monotony. 
“Hello,” Kaz said. You turned to face him, eyes closing as you did.
“Hey,” you greeted tiredly. “Is everything all right?” 
“I came here to ask you the same thing,” Kaz said. “I mean--nobody has seen you at all this week. It’s like you haven’t left your room.” 
“Because I haven’t,” you said. “It’s just one of those times. Can’t do it if it would save my life.” 
Kaz knew what the words meant. They meant that you were getting bad again, and they meant that there was nothing that could be done to stop it.
Kaz took a step closer to you. He’d worked on his touch aversion in the two years since the Ice Court, but still. He was afraid that the waters would rise if he dared reach out. 
He couldn’t risk it. He wanted desperately to risk it. He could not risk it. 
“And, judging by your silence, you know exactly what that means for me,” you said. “Another week and I’ll be back to normal, I promise.” 
“No,” Kaz said. “No, you won’t. And you don’t need to be, Y/N. We can manage without you for as long as you need.” 
Kaz had always extended that courtesy to you and you had never listened. You would always find yourself at the beginning of the week that followed, forcing yourself out of bed and promising rewards for yourself for every task that you did.
For getting out of bed and going to the bathroom, you gave yourself a glass of the expensive brandy at the Crow Club. For brushing your teeth and taking a shower, you promised yourself a stack of waffles from the Kooperom after a job well done. 
For getting dressed, doing your hair, and popping a piece of gum into your mouth, you treated yourself to the acceptance of one of Jespers hugs when he offered it to you because your eyes still looked puffy from all of the crying that you had done throughout the process of getting up and getting ready. You let Inej take your hand and you believed her when she said you’d be okay, and you thanked Nina when she planted a platonic kiss to the top of your head and got you a glass of brandy. 
“You’ll see me in a week,” you said. “Now go. I respect you, Brekker, but not enough to let you see me wallow in my sorrows like this.” 
You had always extended that courtesy to Kaz and Kaz had never listened. 
Your room was small by the standards of those living in the Financial District, but even without accounting the space that the bathroom took up, it was decently sized. You had bookshelves lining all of the walls except for the one with the window, and a rocking chair with a blanket so that you could relax while you read had been placed in the far left corner of the room. 
Kaz went to the rocking chair and gave you a grin. “I have known you since we were nine,” he said. “You saw me at my worst. I am not afraid to see you at yours.” 
“Yes, but we’ve been together for two years now,” you said, eyes opening slightly to look at him. “And the general consensus for when you would get to see me fall apart isn’t until we reach our three year anniversary.” 
“Given that before we started dating I had known you for eight years, I think that we’re allowed to bend the rules a little bit.” 
You shook your head, closed your eyes, and scoffed. “Good night, Brekker,” you said. 
Kaz pursed his lips to stop his grin and reached up behind him, grabbing a random book from your shelf to distract his mind from the words that were at the forefront of it. 
I love you, he thought. Even when you’re at your worst. I love you, and I love you relentlessly. 
THE SECOND TIME
Kaz grinned a bit to himself as he heard the meow he’d long grown used to. It was the sound of a twelve week old kitten you’d been fostering since you found her in the middle of the road while on a job, and wherever she was, you were within close proximity. 
Kaz shook his head and tried not to scoff as the kitten jumped up onto his desk. 
“Have you given her a name yet?” He asked. “It’s been a month and a half. She needs a name.” 
“I was thinking Pumpkin,” you said, grinning at him as you walked into his office. “Because of the flame points on her ears and her nose. At worst she becomes Pumpkin Latte because of the cream coloring of the rest of her fur.” 
“Pumpkin is fitting,” Kaz said with a nod as Pumpkin the cat nuzzled against his hand. He was glad that he’d not thought to dip the pen he was using in ink in the forty five minutes that followed since he’d dipped it initially. If he had, it would’ve been a disaster and a half. “She’s sticking around?” 
“She has to,” you said with a nod. “Helps me sleep.” 
The words that remained unsaid lingered just as well. Helps me get up, too. If I don’t wake up to feed her when she wants, half of my belongings would be broken on my bedroom floor. 
Kaz nodded. “Okay,” he said. 
“You’ve got a job?” you asked. Kaz took notice of the dark circles that lingered under your eyes, and suddenly the fact that you had barely talked the week previous made a lot of sense. 
It was one of those times where you had gotten really, really bad and had wallowed within yourself the entire week before. You were at the point wherein you were promising yourself a cup of tea for getting out of bed and feeding the kitten, a stack of waffles for brushing your teeth and taking a shower, promising yourself an interaction with Kaz where you cherished his smile and stole a book off his shelf in exchange for getting dressed, combing out your hair, and telling yourself that it would be fine in due time because, like all things, it had to be.
“Something small,” Kaz said. “Ten thousand to each of us, a four person crew. Are you all right?” 
You approached his desk and scooped Pumpkin the cat up off of it, grinning as she ran her cheek along your finger and started purring. 
“Last week was the worst it’s been in a while,” you said. “But I have had tea and I have had coffee today, and I am dressed and I am somehow managing to stand here without worrying too much about anything other than the fact that we have known each other for a decade, we have been dating for three years, and you have seen me at my worst more times than I can even count.” 
“And you’ve seen me at mine,” Kaz said. “Though, to be fair, contrary to popular belief, I think that my worst was the period of time where my primary weapons were bottles that I’d smashed to use as shivs.” 
You laughed. Kaz relished in the sound of it. 
“Are you okay?” he asked. 
You gave a shake of your head. “No,” you said. “Not right now, anyway, but I will be. That’s how it always goes. Give it another week, Brekker, and I’ll be fine for the next few months.” 
Kaz wanted to reach out and take your hand. 
But the fear of the waters rising took over, and he did not. 
“So,” you said. “The job. Ten thousand kruge a person? You can count me in. When do we leave?” 
“Eight days time.” 
“That is perfect,” you said, grinning as you pressed a kiss to Pumpkins forehead. “I’ll see if Rotty can manage to take care of Pumpkin while we’re gone.”
“I would put a tad more trust into Anika,” he said. “She seems more like a cat person. Pim is probably allergic, and Rotty is definitely allergic. Plus, Pumpkin is addicted to attention. Anika will give her her undivided.” 
You grinned. “The cat hater has had a cat worm its way into his heart?” 
“I don’t hate cats,” Kaz said. “Pumpkin is just impossible to ignore, unlike most of the strays and ferals who walk the Barrel. She spilled my coffee yesterday because I was working and couldn’t let her nuzzle her face against the palm of my hand.” 
You laughed. Kaz’s heart picked up its pace briefly. 
“She knocked my brandy onto the ground yesterday because Nina wasn’t paying attention to her,” you said. “She’s ridiculous, but she’s also adorable, so they cancel out.”
Kaz scoffed, and you pushed the inkwell over to him. “Dip your pen,” you said. “Get back to work. You’ll find me in a booth at the Crow Club in two hours time if you’re done, because saints know you’re my best friend and I am just dying to be in your company. I will have brandy for you and Nina will be ready with a quip about your haircut if you’re a moment late.” 
You heard something close to a laugh fall from his lips, forced yourself not to notice or comment on it because doing so was an admission of caring as deeply about him as you did, and that was something you simply could not fathom. 
Kaz felt the words lingering on the tip of his tongue. The three words he’d been trying to figure out how to say to you for the entirety of two years at that point, but somehow never could. 
He knew that admissions of care in the Barrel were both incredibly risky and also few and far between as it were, but it was a risk that Kaz found himself willing to take. 
I love you, he thought. You and that silly cat who you’ve fostered for the past six weeks.
THE THIRD AND FOURTH TIME
Kaz sighed as you moved forward, pressing his cane against his hand lightly as he woke and found that the cane was whole again. He gripped the crows head and sat up in his spot, glancing at Jesper, who was chatting with Wylan as the seven of you waited out the Stadwatch in an abandoned building in the Warehouse District. 
“Jesper fixed it,” you said. “Free of charge, of course.” 
Kaz met your gaze. “And you’re all right?” 
“When am I not?” You asked with a teasing grin. The answer that was there remained unsaid. Every few months, when the sadness takes over and I get bad again. “All good, Brekker. How are you?” 
“I’ve been better,” Kaz whispered. “The winter is killing my leg, and I’m not who I’m concerned about. Is everyone else okay?” 
“Everyone is fine,” you said. “You’re the only one who came to significant blows, Brekker. Everyone else is either completely fine, or only slightly bruised. Worry about yourself for a moment.”
Kaz forced himself to press his back against the wall. “Stop downplaying it,” he said. “You could’ve died.” 
“Well, you know what, Kaz? You nearly did. Take inventory of your wounds and let yourself rest.” 
Kaz scoffed. “Doctors orders then?” 
“The orders of a person who cannot fathom living without you when you inevitably push yourself too far,” you said. “Don’t make me try to fathom that, Kaz. If I ask you nothing else, I ask you that.” 
Kaz gripped the crows head of his cane. He wanted to get up, to walk next to you as you turned away and began a conversation with Inej, but he did not. He only found the words as you had turned to face her, as a grin that Kaz had fallen in love with adorned your face.
“This is my worst,” he said. Inej gave your shoulder a squeeze and turned to talk to Nina and her Fjerdan, and you turned to look at him. “I lied when I told you what my worst was. This is it.” 
“There is no way,” you said. “No. Your worst is manmade--it’s Brekker made--this is not it. You’ve survived wounds before, Kaz.” 
“Be that as it may,” he said. “I have definitively gone through worse things than all of the damage I have done. This is my lowest where you are concerned.” 
“I watched you swim out of the reapers barge when we were ten,” you said. “That is your worst. Not this.” 
“Didn’t you think I was an eel?” Kaz asked. “Or a baby shark or something?” 
He was trying to goad you into laughing. 
You laughed. Kaz had the thought that, if he were to die that night, he could’ve died happily. 
“I thought you were an eel,” you said. “Not my finest moment, but to be fair, I was nine and the fact that I could’ve used a pair of glasses was not something I had considered.” 
Kaz glared at his gloves. Four years of working on his touch aversion and still, he couldn’t think of what would happen if he dared so much as touch your hand. Four years of working on his touch aversion, and still he feared that the waters would rise up until they swallowed him whole. 
“How are you doing?” Kaz asked. “With--the--”
“I’m the closest to falling apart while on a job that I have ever been,” you said. “My body finds ways to warn me. Oversleeping, drinking coffee in excess to try to stay awake, finding it difficult to get out of bed in the mornings. I get headaches, too, and all of that has come to a head today. Once I get home, I think that I am more than doubly due in for a bit of a cry to kick it off.” 
Kaz hated the fact that, despite all of the work he had done, he could not just reach out and grab your hand at a minimum. It made him wish he were dead, that the people you’d fought in pursuit of the items you needed to grab in the heist had done what they meant to and finished him off. 
But he steeled himself. He nodded. “I won’t book you in for two weeks at the Crow Club,” he said. “And we’ve got nothing of significance coming up for the next month, so if you need more time, you have it.” 
Normally, you would’ve protested. You would’ve said you’d pull through and you’d be fine, but you felt like complete and utter shit. Your body and your mind had begun to wage a war against you, and even though the fighting had only just begun, you already found yourself exhausted by it. 
“Thank you,” you said instead. “I’ll get you back for it, Brekker.” 
Kaz only shook his head. “You don’t need to do that.” 
Your relationship had been a culmination of saving each other and seeing each other at your worsts. It had been a culmination of having one anothers backs in a fight and bringing the other person tea when they were sick, bringing up food when the other hadn’t eaten and a whole world of reassurances packed into only a glance. 
It was complex, it was beautiful, it was watching one another as you fell apart and sticking around to pick up the pieces and put each other back together. 
“I do,” you said. “You need to at least let me say it for my own peace of mind, okay?” 
Kaz couldn’t think of what else could’ve been done, so he just nodded. 
“Okay,” he said. 
You pressed your forehead against the wall against which Kaz had his back pressed. Kaz glanced at you in time to watch a tear as it skated down one of your cheeks.
and there the words were, coming to the forefront of his mind as he realized that you needed to hear something comforting. 
I love you, he thought. I have to hope that I will never stop loving you. I do not know what I would do if I did. 
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A day later, Kaz had come into your room and plopped Pumpkin the cat on your chest. You’d gotten the items you’d taken in the heist to the buyer and Kaz had told you that he would funnel your share into the offshore bank account that you used and told you that you could go if you couldn’t handle existing anywhere outside of your bedroom anymore. 
You stayed until the end of the negotiations, leaning on Nina as you all walked back to the Barrel. You did not join the six of them for drinks, only listened for the signature three taps of Kaz’s cane against the ground and tapped your fingers four times against the banister as you headed upstairs, to your room and to your bed and to the worst few weeks of your life that would come in the aftermath. 
“Hi,” you said. Pumpkin moved off your chest and instead objected to nuzzle her face against your shoulder, curling up on your right with her ear by your pulse point. “How was last night?” 
“It was fine,” he said. “Nina missed you, though. So did Inej and Wylan.” 
“I’ll send them my apologies, then,” you sighed, wished that you could’ve curled even further into your blankets. “I feel like shit.” 
Kaz gave a half laugh. You grinned as it reached your ears. 
Kaz approached the rocking chair, plucked a book off of your shelf. “I have seen you at your worst when it has reached a midpoint,” he said. “However, this is the first time I am seeing it at its beginning.” 
“And how is that making you feel?” 
“Are you a therapist all the sudden?” 
You laughed at that. Kaz glanced at the book as he opened it and did not try to suppress his grin. 
“You are the one person in the world who matters to me,” Kaz said. “I hate seeing you like this, Y/N.” 
“Is it because I am broken?” You asked. “If it is, I really don’t blame you.” 
“It is because--” he paused. He’d almost said it! He’d almost said the words that had been lingering on his lips for three years, but he did not. “Because you are you, and I have known you for twelve years, and I think that means I am allowed to hate it just a bit because I care about you by default.” 
“I guess so,” you said. “I’m a mess, but I’m an ethereal mess, so you don’t hate it because I am broken. You hate it because I am wallowing within myself and trying to fight my own mind and this is what is coming of it.” 
Kaz nodded. That was passable enough. 
He stayed until you had fallen asleep, genuinely getting invested in the book he’d grabbed from your shelf. As he left the room, he wanted to whisper it into the open air. 
He did not. The words remained in his thoughts, as they were meant to until the right time finally came. 
I love you, he thought. I love you and the ethereally broken mess that you are. I love you relentlessly. 
I LOVE YOU (THE LAST ALMOST)
Kaz found you and Pumpkin the cat on the bottom floor of the Slat, a book in your lap as Pumpkin took up most of the table. He gave Pumpkin the obligatory headpats she required and she jumped off the table with a trill, settling instead at your feet. 
“Hi,” he said. “You came back from Ravka early.” 
“Yeah,” you said. “I know you hate surprises, but I found an earlier boat and I couldn’t resist. Met up with a medik while I was there. I figured that I could try to medicate the bad days in ways that differ from whiskey and flaky pastry from the bakery on the harbor.” 
Kaz grinned. “And what happened with that?” 
“There’s a hospital with a pharmacy wing,” you said. “I have a prescription for a SSRI that is eligible for refills until I go to Ravka again next year. It won’t make the bad days go away completely, but it’ll help them be less terrible. I’ll still be able to function as a person when it gets bad and I won’t be sleeping my days away anymore.” 
“That’s amazing,” Kaz said. You’d been looking into SSRIs to treat your illness for two years, and you had travelled to Ravka to directly receive word on a heist that the royals wanted the Dregs assistance with. It had been happenstance, and happenstance had worked in your favor. “When do you start taking them?” 
“I get the prescription tonight, start taking them tomorrow. I was told that they can take up to four weeks to start actually working, but either way I am so relieved. It means that the pain will be more manageable than it is, and right now it gets so bad that I can’t manage it.” 
The words were right there. They lingered, as usual, at the forefront of his mind, and Kaz desperately wanted to say them. 
He did not. 
He reached across the table instead, took your hand in his. 
You glanced at your hands and then at him, waited for him to pull away as he tried to sense whether not he could feel the water at his ankles.
Expecting the water to rise was a given, but alas it did not. The water had not risen, and it was the first time that it had not risen in the course of his life. 
Kaz grinned. You grinned.
“Hi,” you said. 
“Hello,” Kaz responded. 
The words were shouted in his mind.
I love you, he thought. I started loving you when we were seventeen and I have not stopped since.
I LOVE YOU
Kaz was completely and utterly, absolutely and totally, calm as you walked through the building that you were about to preform the heist in. Jesper and Nina talked about the reward where Inej, Matthias, and Wylan were talking about the risks. You and Kaz were leading the group and not saying anything, rather content in your silence. 
The two of you came to a stop at the end of a very long and luxurious hall, stopping just before a staircase. 
“Rendezvous point,” Kaz said to the group. “Try and make it out of this alive and be there in two hours. We’ll take our haul to the boat and it’ll be with the buyer in two weeks time.” 
“No mourners,” Jesper said. 
“No funerals,” the group echoed. 
At that, everyone took off in their separate directions. You, however, had gotten the gift of going to your part alone, and as you and Kaz walked up the staircase that lead to a series of hallways, Kaz paused for a moment.
One second, he was looking at you and the next, you felt the barest touch of his forehead against yours. 
“Make it out in one piece,” he said. “I love you too much to have to bury you. Don’t make me try to fathom that.” 
You grinned as your gaze met his and he pulled away. “I love you too, Brekker. You die on me, I will bring you back to life and let Nina kill you for a second time.” 
Kaz grinned. You reveled in the sight of it. 
“No mourners,” he said.
“No funerals,” you echoed. 
As you and Kaz went your separate ways, he found that it was almost like he’d had a weight lifted off his chest. He’d finally said the words he’d been dying to say since he was nineteen, and he’d heard you say that you loved him too, and in a moment wherein he was driven by the love he felt for you rather than the greed he felt for the money that would come from the heist, he decided that it mattered just as much as the money would’ve. 
He loved you, and you knew it, and he knew that you loved him in turn. 
As he pulled his set of lockpicks from his coat pocket, he found that it was the one thought that persevered in his mind amidst thousands of others. 
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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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The visit to the cottage
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Pairing: demon Draco x reader
Summary: you're on a visit to see your grandparents but you meet something far worse.
Word count: 1'093
Warning: p in v, mentions of tentacles [a lot, sorry not sorry], anal, demon Draco, oral by tentacles, EVERYONE IS OF AGE, squirting, forced orgasm, nipple play, reader cries, dub-con, stockholm syndrome? I think that's everything don't read if this bothers you
Universe: demon Draco
A/n: sorry, don't know where this came from I just kinda lost my mind, don't kill me. @b-bewley1979 for the demon idea I hope you like it
Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤️
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You knew better than to walk the woods this late.
The wind howled with the wolves guarding the forest. Your only source of light was a meek lantern with a small wisp of fire and the navy blue sky as it lit with white stars. Your coat was big and warmed you from the breeze but you still got the chills with every leaf you stepped on. So what were you doing out here? You were supposed to be meeting your grandparents but had gotten lost on the way.
Deciding you needed a rest you stopped leaning against a tree only to have your gaze caught by the most beautiful Cottage ever. It seemed to have glowing flowers and such pretty green grass. As if enchanted to do so, you wandered towards it and before you knew it you were behind the small gate turning the door knob.
When you finally gathered your thoughts you noticed a pot filled with soup, quickly rushing towards it. Your ice-like hands grasped the wooden spoon scooping the hot liquid in-between your lips and moaning at the warmth it sent thru you.
"Good isn't it"
Your head whipped around quickly as you slurped what was left up. You whipped your face with the ruff material of your old sweater sleeve trying to find where the voice came from. Your eyes widened like saucers seeing the male…demon?
He had blonde hair and a neon glow to match his small horns. His clothes are similar to a business suit making you raise a brow as one of your many confusions right now.
"I- I'm sorry, I-i didn't know it belonged to anyone sir" you muttered only receiving a Chuckle.
"Don't worry, I know a way you can pay me back for it." The windows slam shut and the doors lock collecting a white lining.
You only make it to the door knob Before you're wrapped in a tentacle resembling him with its all black look and green halo. you squirm desperate to be free as he floats about examining you from head to toe.
"What an ugly coat, let's remove it shall we," he started, the coat vanishing from you. You gasp as you're left in a knee length skirt and button up. He smirks with sharp teeth before saying
"What should I do with you?" You begin to fight harder, afraid for what is to come as you're stuck with no control over anything.
"Please just let me go I won't tell-" you yelp, clothes pulled away as your left completely bare, body cold from the strong winds that blow.
"Oh darling, no one would believe you if you're let free" he states enjoying the frightening look on your face. His blue gaze is strong with the whitening light that they reflect as he looks over your naked frame, green roped around your waist and arms. Your nipples harden from the cold and your legs squeeze close hiding your center from him and the breeze.
You eyes tear up accepting your fate as he strips himself as well but they quickly pop back open glossy feeling the slight flickering at your clit, a soft pointed tip playing at your folds like tongue strokes. You still try and fight despite your body already giving away like putty at the feeling.
He groans his large cock in hand too much for him to hold as he tugs at it, dripping pre-cum down the inflamed head.
Two more of the dark glowing tentacles latch onto your nipples, pulling and twisting at them in almost fascination. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the teasing. Your swollen clit lathered in the juices dripping from you as the other tentacle slithers inside you, deeply fucking your pussy like it's starving for the tightness of your walls. Your thoughts are fuzzy and your brain can't function with all the arms playing with your parts. You moan and whine much to your dismay. Your nipples are sore, your clit is on the fine line of pain at the tempted flickering, and your hole filled beyond believable as the bulge forms in your stomach.
"It's nice isn't it, feeling all that attention in so many places?" He moans, breathing labored as he uses the cum running freely from his cock as lube to stroke harder.
You can't respond, face scrunched, drool running out your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. Your body is limp and sweaty as it moves with the motion of the tentacle thrusting roughly in and out of your quivering walls. Your clenching and unclenching painful with the intense pleasure and he can feel it, cumming harder at your fucked out state.
"Fuck that's it" he hums "nothing feels better than human pussy," he finishes, his own coat of sweat on his chest, and his eyes flutter with his lip tight between his teeth.
You babble out some type of nonsense feeling yourself reach closer to the tip of your peek and with his lips suddenly sucking at your neck you release, tears streaming down your face and your walls squeezing tight as you gush around the tentacle still embedded inside you, pumping you full of cum but unfortunately he doesn't stop.
You feel the pressure of something prying at your behind and you wake a bit from your tired state fighting weakly as he takes the wetness from your front as lube for your back. You sobb stuttering out how you can't take anymore begging with pleases that he only hushes.
"It's okay, it's okay I'll take good care of you baby," he promises pushing his cock into your tight hole while the tentacle resting in your walls starts back up like a switch was flipped on. You fall into his shoulder as he brings his arms around you comforting you with rubs to the back. He thrust up in rhythm with the long soft length ramming into your pussy. You're on the verge of sleep as your core weeps around the softness playing at your g-spot like it's not there, your backside burns with the stretch of him till you pass out in his hold.
When you wake the demon is cuddling beside you, tentacles wrapped around you possessively before one reaches for the food and water at your side. He presses kisses to your forehead. one of the pointed lengths slipping between your legs and sliding back and forth against your bare center slowly. You pull the water from your lips blinking tiredly.
"Who are you?" You say, voice dry and brittle.
He laughs, hand coming up to stroke your cheek.
"draco, the demon of sex"
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Draco lovers and requests: Draco lovers and requests
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hannie-dul-set · 2 months
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Hi, I know that I already asked before in the comments and I don't mean to be rude but is the next chapter for #home for the bitchless coming soon? I have been waiting for some time so I'm not sure if you have given up on the series or maybe it's still in progress. Can you let me know?
i said i wasn't gonna answer these kinds of asks before, but this one did the amazing job of pissing me off more than usual.
saying that you "don't mean to be rude" and then dropping the insanely entitled statement that you "have been waiting for some time" like i owe you an update is really incredible. sure, your intentions may not have been out of malice, but (this goes to everyone else in my inbox and comments doing the same) please read the tone of your message first, and understand that it is still very rude to incessantly ask when is x fic updating, when is x fic going to be released when i've already said OVER AND OVER AGAIN that i'll update whenever i want, whenever i feel like it, whenever i have the time, and to stop asking me the same question over and over again as well because:
(1) it's entitled. i really don't have the obligation to answer to these because i post these fics for free. it's not like you're paying me to write them.
(2) it's incredibly annoying, disheartening, and offensive to get these kinds of questions MORE than actual feedback, reblogs, and comments on the fic. in home for the bitchless specifically. the masterlist has 1,462 notes as of writing. how many reblogs does it have? 172. that's less than 12%. and when i do get comments, they're the same reiterations of "when are you updating" and "can i be added to the taglist?" (and most people asking to be tagged don't even leave anything else but that's a discussion for another day).
i really hope this finally gets the fucking point across that these kinds of asks piss me off. if you wanna know the status of my ongoing and pending fics, at least tell me what you're looking forward to about it because at least that's a give and take. at least it's not just an entitled question.
anyway, home for the bitchless is updating whenever i want to :) whether than be tomorrow, in a few weeks, months, years, or never, i don't know. i hope this is understood.
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fiction-box · 1 year
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Hello there ^^
Are your requests still open ? If yes I’d like to request a character x reader scenario or headcanons (which ever is better for you) for Dimitri and Claude (separately pls) with a female or gender neutral reader (not Byleth) who is asexual ?(When someone identifies as asexual that means that they don’t feel any sexual attraction towards any gender)
Scenario for orientation/inspiration : They just confessed to each other, but the reader wants them to know that they’re asexual before they get official, since it can be a potential dealbreaker. So the reader tells them that they don’t plan on ever having s”x with them, will also not do any compromises (not even for children/heirs) and tells them that they should search for another partner if they’re not happy/accept it, since the reader will not step over their boundaries for a partner or their partners pleasure.
If you don’t want to write both, then please just for Claude. I hope you are well and have a great day/night ^^
Happy Thursday, my lovely! I finally got some free time to put my writing into an online sheet, so you can imagine this work has been crafted over the course of several weeks. I'm going to attempt to post much more often (as I have wanted to for so long now), but life happens and I tend to be busy.
In any case, I hope you enjoy this work despite my tardiness. Have a wonderful weekend.
To everyone, please feel free to fill my inbox! My rules are pinned to the top of my blog, so request as much as you'd like after reading those!
The story will be continued under the cut.
“What are you doing out here so late?”
You whipped your head around in shock, getting a good look at the man that had snuck up on you.
“Goodness, Dimitri,” you sighed, placing a hand over your chest in an attempt to quell your racing heartbeat, “a little more warning next time? You almost scared me right off the bridge!”
The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating the bridge to Garreg Mach’s cathedral in a faint, white glow. You found yourself stopped at the center of it, taking in the way the trees created long shadows in the night.
But now your eyes were trained on the new King of Fodlan. His appearance here, in the middle of the night, ran almost too coincidental with where your thoughts had been headed.
“Ah, my apologies,” he returned with a chuckle, “You never did answer my question, though.”
At this, you ducked your head, “I…just…”
How were you meant to communicate the reason without scaring him off? You were hopeful, yet fear engulfed you. That was why you were here tonight. You wanted to sort out your feelings…about him.
“Was that…too intrusive? I do not mean to bother you.”
You wished you could find the courage to speak, or even just to look at him.
“Perhaps I ought to leave you here, for tonight. Know that I am here to talk if you wish.”
Hearing him shift to move finally prompted you to return his gaze, “No, that’s not what I want. It’s just…hard for me to find the words. The easiest way to put it would be to say that my thoughts were keeping me from sleep. I figured a walk might help me work through some things, but I’ve had no such luck, so far.”
“I see,” he nodded once, stepping forward to your side, staring out at the view that had held your attention for so long tonight. “I could say I came out here for a similar reason, myself.”
You kept your eyes on him, “If you wouldn’t mind sharing, may I ask what it is that has kept you up so late?”
He turned to you slowly, his face turning darker, “I suppose you will find out, eventually. I might as well tell you now.”
“Oh, well, if I’m going to find out anyway, there’s no reason for you to say it.” 
Perhaps it was some plan or strategy for the Kingdom to rebuild, you reasoned.
“You can deliver the news to me alongside everyone else.”
Dimitri gave a light chuckle, “No, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper.”
Propriety? You wondered. There must be another matter on his mind, then.
Lightly, the blond reached out for your left hand, placing it in his own and bringing it to his lips. The action made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.
“Dimitri…”
“I believe I have fallen in love with you.”
Involuntarily, you took a step back.
You weren’t ready for this conversation, yet. That was part of the real reason you came out here. Yes, you were in love with Dimitri, but things weren’t that simple. You loved yourself, too, and you would never betray yourself. Not even for the love of another.
In truth, it was your love for him that made you hesitate. You weren’t interested in…copulation…but for stability reasons, Fodlan’s throne would need an heir. Seeing how the Kingdom had taken over Fodlan, it would be safest to keep the rule within the current royal bloodline. Namely, Dimitri’s.
That wasn’t even considering his crest. The crest of Blaiddyd had been a symbol of great power for generations. How selfish would it be for you to cause its end all because you weren’t interested in sex?
So, though you loved Dimitri, you weren’t planning on ever making your feelings known to him. The world would be better off with the two of you apart.
And yet you had found yourself coming here for a walk, anyway. You had questioned whether or not to ruin everything if only to save your bleeding heart.
And somehow, you wound up in this position; Dimitri coming to you with his heart in his hands while all you could do was step back.
Selfish and selfless. A fool all the same.
“...I see…” the royal waivered, lowering your hand, “Forgive me, I believe I have read all this terribly wrong.”
Say something, you idiot! Don’t let it end like this!
“I can’t.”
He stopped himself just before releasing your hand.
“...what?”
“I want to say it back. Truly, I do,” you began to explain softly, “but, thinking of the future, I know that I could never.”
“Why not?” he questioned, stepping in towards you, “Is there something wrong with me? Are you unable to forgive the sins of my past?”
He looked down to the side, ���If that is the case, I do not blame you.”
“No, that isn’t what I meant at all!”
“You are a noble, so that cannot be what you are worried about. You are kind, beautiful, compassionate, patient…no doubt the people would love you.”
“Please, stop,” you begged under your breath, shutting your eyes.
Dimitri lifted your hand once more, grasping it in both of his own, this time, “You would make a wonderful mother. I have always dreamt of having a large fami-”
“That!” you almost sobbed, pulling your hand out of his. Even just hearing him say such things made your head spin and your stomach swirl, “That is the reason I cannot…we cannot…”
“You…do not wish to have a family?”
Why is this so hard? I wish it didn’t have to be this hard.
“I don’t want to…to have sex.”
“But…”
“Please, don’t try to change my mind,” your eyes met his, “If I thought I could manage it, even just for an heir, I would have done so in a heartbeat for you. But I have thought about it, and I have tried to change my mind.”
Your arms wrapped around yourself. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and your throat was beginning to tighten, “I love you, Dimitri. I love you so much that it hurts, but I just…I can’t do that. I could never betray myself.”
For a moment, there was nothing. You closed your eyes, and a droplet made its way from the corner of your eye down your cheek.
Suddenly, your tears were being wiped away. Dimitri had taken off his gloves and was cupping your face with his hands. His thumb swiped under your eyes, and the prince let his forehead rest against yours.
“That is all I would ask of you. Just knowing that you return my feelings is enough,” his eyes never left yours, “I love you. Not for what you can or cannot do, but because of who you are. We can work together to find the solution for that issue, but know that you are worth so much more than your desire to have children.”
He made you feel so foolish for even worrying. Of course you could work it out together. So long as you had one another, the rest could fall into place.
Separating his forehead from yours, Dimitri wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Though his armor was cold and unforgiving, his hands were warm. Kind, just as you had known them to be.
No matter what would happen next, you would always have Dimitri. He was all you needed to trust that everything would turn out for the best.
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“So, this is where you ran off to?”
“Woah! Who-?” your heart practically leapt into your throat as you spun around, quickly backing into the railing.
Claude laughed, though his gaze darted between you and the railing for a moment.
“Hey, take it easy! I just didn’t think you were the type to come to the Goddess Tower when you’re worried, is all. Don’t, uh…don’t throw yourself over the railing about it.”
Your eyes widened further than they had already once you realized how dangerous that could have been.
“Oh my-!” swiftly, you put distance between yourself and the rail. “N-No! That wasn’t my intention at all!”
A bit of tension left the royal’s body, at that. The release was visible.
“Good.”
A sigh turned into a breathy laugh from Claude, “Seriously, don’t scare me like that. I don’t know what I would have done if that encounter went differently.”
Like this, you could see just how shaken your leader actually was. It seemed to have quite the impact on you, too.
“Well…don’t follow people into towers only to scare them at the top! You scared me!”
“Okay, okay! It’s my fault, I’m sorry. Can we just…move past this now?”
You nodded, and a beat of silence passed between the two of you.
“...how did you know I was worried?”
“Intuition,” the wyvern rider smirked. “Come on, you don’t really think I see you as the type to ditch an informal celebration, right? One in your honor, no less?”
“It’s for all the Golden Deer, not just me.”
“I’m not hearing any argument on that first part.”
You paused, clenching your teeth behind your closed lips the slightest amount and looking to the side.
“Yeah, not really helping your case, there. You know you can trust me with anything, don’t you?”
He looked so lucid, and yet…timid? Sheepish?
…Afraid…?
Well, so were you.
“It’s…my mother. I just needed to get away from everyone; I didn’t want to ruin the celebration by forcing everyone to put up with me when…my heart really isn’t in it.”
“Oh,” that strange emotion from before left his eyes. Almost like he was…disappointed? “Is she sick?”
“That’s not it,” you turned away from him a little, shifting in the same direction as your gaze. “She sent me a letter. Now that the war is over, she’s going to force me to get married.”
Claude’s expression grew pensive, “...To force you…Do you not want to get married at all?”
You looked at him, then, “No…yes?” you took a breath, trying to start over, “It’s, um…I…”
“Take your time. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
He says that, but he seems to be more interested in this topic than the last…
Glancing aside again, you took a breath and released it.
“I’m afraid. I’m completely fine with marriage, but I can’t…” another deep breath as you lowered your voice, “I refuse to have children. Even the thought of sex makes me sick. Of course, there’s the matter of promising to spend my life with a stranger or someone I don’t love…though I wouldn’t hesitate to do that if it meant…”
Your eyes found Claude’s, only to see his expression frozen in what you believed was shock.
“Ah,” you recoiled slightly, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have unloaded all that on you!” You blushed more than you knew capable, ducking your head out of his sight and covering your face with your hands, for good measure, “Just…forget I even said anything!”
“No, you’re completely fine! I’m just surprised this is the first time I’ve heard about any of this!” he reassured you, “I was just thinking,”
Well, that could have gone worse, at least.
“Let me get this straight,” you calmed yourself down enough to look at your house leader, noticing that expression from before returning to his face. “You would rather marry a complete stranger than someone you loved, just so long as you knew you wouldn’t have to have sex with them?”
You nodded, afraid he was judging you.
Instead, Claude let out a breath of air through his nose, “In that case, I think I have a solution to both of those problems.”
He crossed the short distance between you, taking both your hands in his own and lifting them before you could process what was happening.
“Marry me.”
“-! Claude…” you breathed.
“I love you. I love you enough to respect your boundaries because what matters to me is that I get to spend my life at your side. The thought of you marrying some stranger just to be true to yourself…Even if you don’t love me-”
“I do!” you cried, beginning to tear up. “I do love you, Claude, this is just…I didn’t want to force any of this onto you. A lot of people see this sort of thing as a deal-breaker, and I…I couldn’t do that to you-!”
Claude let go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He felt you shake as you took a breath, tears now flowing freely from your eyes.
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I love you, just like this.”
Your tears came even faster as you outright sobbed into his chest. Not even your own mother had said such words to you. At home, you were more of a nuisance than a noble; a pawn that was reluctant to be played.
Pulling away slightly, you wiped your eyes and looked into Claude’s green ones.
“I…I have to be sure. You’re really okay with spending your entire life with me without…a-and you won’t with anyone else, either? Is that really what you choose?”
The Almyran King chuckled, “Well, I can’t say it’s a path I anticipated for myself, but I can’t say I anticipated you having this preference, either.” He smiled at you, “It just goes to show I have so much more to look forward to learning about you, and I can’t imagine letting anyone else get ahead of me, there,” Claude winked.
You didn’t move, waiting.
“Just like I said, though, a large part of my happiness comes from being near you. There’s no way I’m giving any part of it up just so I can bed someone each night. You’re the one I fell in love with, not your body or what you could have offered in the bedroom.”
Finally, you sighed and felt something in your chest relax.
“Don’t get me wrong, though! I still expect you to have a pillow and a blanket waiting in there! This isn’t gonna work if I wake up with my back stiff each morning.”
Giggling, you stepped back into him, the two of you holding one another with silly grins on your faces.
The future looked brighter with someone who loved you at your side.
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insanitysilver · 6 months
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(Hi, sorry to be awkward and barge into your inbox, but if you’re still giving writing advice, I’m hoping to get an opinion on how to let of my anxiety about writing. But if not, please feel free to ignore.)
A while back, I tried to write my own take on a character backstory for my fandom. The fandom already had a well-known and beloved backstory fic that was recced all the time for the character and that also established much of the standard fanon. So I was very insecure about my version that didn’t use the known canon and instead uses my own ideas. Still, I managed to push through my self-doubt, complete my fic, and post it. But my fic utterly bombed, no one remembers or cares about it, and even though I like the fic, I frequently think about deleting it because of how everyone ignored it and preferred the astronomically more popular fanon-fueled version. (I don’t believe kudos are a measure of quality, but I do believe they’re a measure of how much fandom wants your writing.)
The problem is that whenever I get a fic idea for any fandom at all, if my plotting/brainstorming produces ideas I know go against popular fanon, I feel like I can’t use them, or else my fic will suffer via stats. I constantly worry about if I’m writing the most popular and accepted version of the character, but it’s so frustrating that I can’t include any of my own ideas. This conflict of writing for the audience vs. writing my own ideas constantly paralyzes me, and I generally feel that if I write, the characters will just be cardboard boxes of the standard fanon. Because if I diverge from what’s popular, I might end up with another humiliating flop of a fic that most readers didn’t want or notice, and I’m not sure if I can stand the 2nd realization that I’ve been screaming into void the entire time.
What do I do here? How do I let go of past failures and start concentrating on what I can do, instead of constantly angsting about if I’m wasting my time by writing an idea that doesn’t align with what the fandom itself values?
Firstly, congratulations on publishing your backstory fic! Sounds like you had to fight your anxiety to do so, and that’s always a worthwhile victory!
Let me challenge this: “I do believe [kudos are] a measure of how much fandom wants your writing”. For this to be Good and Proper Science™, we’d need everyone in the fandom do a blind taste test with both usernames redacted and then keep a record of which everyone preferred.
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But, that’s not how fics are experienced in the “wild”. Lots of Ao3 users sort by popularity metrics to find fics. Kudos accumulate so older fics have an advantage, and popularity compounds on itself. Readers aren’t making value judgements about you and your work. They just have five minutes to wait at the bus stop, so they whip out their phones and grab from the top of the metrics bag.  It’s really nothing personal.
The median number of kudos on AO3 is 12 (and that’s counting works that have been around forever). I’ve been posting various forms of art on the internet for 10+ years.  Most never found an audience. 1 note, 5 notes, 0 notes, a 200k word fic that I worked on for four years that approximately 3 people have read per year since (if that). And yeah, that can sting. I get it.
So, what’s the solution? My advice is two-pronged:
1.) On Wanting Fandom Recognition
A desire for internet metrics is actually a specific need in disguise. These excellent posts go into this far more eloquently:
@ao3commentoftheday's 'People Don't Actually Want Comments, They Want Community '
@sinigangsta-ao3's 'On Fandom and a Sense of Belonging Part 1' & 'Part 2'
What do you want from that fandom interaction? Prestige & respect? Encouragement? A creative peer group to bounce around ideas? The more specific you can get, the easier it will be for you to work on a solution that fills that need that isn’t reliant on the capricious whims of the greater internet.
Prestige? – These authors write a lot. Relentlessly. Also typically involved in the fandom somewhere offsite and tend to build things. Events, rec lists, secret santas.
Encouragement? – Voice this need in your relationships. Don’t have writer friends? Drag irl friends in or look out for positive fandom subgroups. If there’s a discord server, maybe ask about making a channel just to celebrate wins? If not, invite fandom ppl you’ve interacted with in and make a server of your own.
Idea Sharing? – Nearly the same as above. Groups, in my experience, thrive with something to do. I wanted to practice fundamentals more, so I dragged a group of friends in and made a writing circle where we followed a prompt to write a short story every month. At the end, we shared and critiqued each other’s work. Massively nourishing. (I can post the “curriculum” if there’s an interest.)
2.) On Writing for You
Two practices have helped me on this front. First, I put the watcher away. I make work I never intend to share. I see that blank page and say “whatever happens here is for me only, and I’m going to stick to that”. I also advise hiding your ao3 stats. [This site skin will replace your personal stats page with an image of choice]. [This site skin will hide every stat on every work except word and chapter count]. (I use both together when my brain gets naughty on me). [How to Use AO3 Site Skins]
Second, digging into what excites me. I made huge list of my favorite characters, tropes, themes, narrative tricks, everything. Found patterns. After that, you just cram as many as you can into one story until you’re obsessed with it. Until it haunts you and you simply can’t stop yourself from writing it regardless if anyone reads it.
All-in-all though, noticing your brain is pulling a fast one on you and wanting to make a change is much further then a lot of people get, so I am very serious when I say you should congratulate yourself and celebrate that. You’ve already done the hardest part. What comes next won’t be effortless, but it will be worthwhile. 🌱☀️
But, I’ve rambled enough, and I’ll open the floor up. Anyone else want to weigh in? If you have a writing buddy, how did you meet with them and how do you stay in touch?
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nerdynuala · 28 days
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Hi, love your hcs from last time! Could I make a hange request? I'm intrigued to think about random real life situations of her. Like, I feel like at least once is her life she was bullied, humiliated? Why do people do that with all nerds lol. how do you think she deals with those situations?
Also, (teenage or youth edition) about how is her relationship with her friends, what habits she has in her daily life, I don't know, I leave you free creativity space!
Hello please forgive me, I don't even know how long this has been sitting in my inbox T_T
I haven't been thinking or writing headcanons lately, but I'll give you my best try because heck you sent this so long ago I definitely owe you at least an attempt lol
Sorry again, I hope you can enjoy this anyway.
I've decided to focus on the prompt of Hange being bullied or humiliated more than anything else, but I threw in some things about childhood/youth friendships (truth is, I don't think Hange had many friends as a child or teen) and some veterans
Here we go:
- a classic, Hange wearing glasses since a very young age, she got called four-eyes ever since she started hanging out with other kids. Did it hurt her? Well, she never would admit it, but until the age of 12/13 she did wish her eyesight was better just so that kids would stop making her feel different, in a bad way. She used to laugh it off when people teased her, but in the privacy of her bathroom at home she would squint at her reflection in the mirror and wish she could walk around without her glasses.
- Being a very curious and somewhat savage kid, with a passion for every kind of bug, did not help her making friends. She was called a weirdo for collecting bugs, showing them to every kid, and knowing all the weird names of the insects. But it was her passion, in this case she really couldn't care less what other kids thought of her. She did befriend a boy who also loved bugs and they used to go looking for them in the forest.
- Hange used to get along better with boys. Girls talked behind her back and found Hange dirty and wild, they used to tell her she "should have been a boy". Hange did not care for "being a girl or a boy", she was "just Hange, take it or leave it". Boys did like Hange's company though, they could play more competitive and sporty games with her and she did enjoy every bit of pinecones and stones wars.
- When Hange grew up, as a teen she often wished she could fit in better with girls in her environment, but she caught some of them talking behind her back, saying Hange was not feminine and an intense nerdy weirdo and that no one, boy girl or wathever, would want to be with her. Hange was really independent at the time and was not looking forward to any relationship in particular, but it still hurt because she only wanted someone to be able to talk to and that would listen to her and talk to her with the same passion she put into things she liked. She stopped talking to the girls she overheard, but she never stopped smiling and waving at them when they crossed paths. Hange did not want them close in her life anymore, but that didn't mean she would stop being kind even though they had not been to her once. Hange understood she was kind of different and that these girls probably weren't open-minded enough to understand that not everyone has to be the same.
- What hurt Hange the most, however, happened in her early adult life. Being a scout, a Squad Leader, and most importantly a Titan Researcher, she once had to present her advances in Titan Research to a large crowd of Scouts and MPs, even higher ranks. She put much effort into it and she was sure that, this time, she had a lot of new information about Titans that would thrill and help everyone out. She did present and, in the middle of the presentation she heard some people giggling and making comments she couldn't hear. It bothered Hange because, heck this was a serious matter and it was important to her and to anyone interested in defeating the Titans. She was interrupted by someone from the Military Police who raised his hand to ask, quite literally, "who the dickhead that let her funds for this bullshit was". The dude even had the courage to say that the money would have been better spent for "hiring some sluts to lift the spirits of the Scouts". It was the first time that Hange was at a loss of words and couldn't bite back. She felt like crying from anger and feeling helpless. She normally dealt with people belittling or bullying her by biting back with some sarcastic remark, but her mind went blank. She couldn't finish the presentation like she had in mind and felt depressed for a whole month after that. Her job, her research and the passion she put into it was the most important thing to her. She could deal with people making fun of her for being weird, for being "not feminine", for wearing stupid glasses... But not with people thinking her work was worthless, she discovered.
After this episode, Levi offered Hange a lot of late night tea and even let her rant a lot. He even asked how she knew that titans don't poop.
Also, a few weeks after that, Hange heard rumors that the MP dude who interrupted her presentation was beaten up by a short guy who ended up being stronger than 5 men all together. They said the guy was probably raised in the underground, as he fought like a thug from down there.
Side note, Erwin subtly raised funds for Titan Research and provided her with a brand new laboratory and named Moblit her assistant, officially. Moblit helped her to find the spark she had lost after being humiliated, he gave her a collection of new Titan drawings that were bound together in a new book, which had a lot of blank pages to fill in with new research. Mike and Levi also promised, without sounding too grumpy, to capture a Titan so that they could study them better.
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dreamychuu · 1 year
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hi hello chu!!
i saw your requests were open so i wanted to send an ask! but!! i also saw that you're currently sick, so please don't feel obliged to accept this! i really hope you get better soon!! sending lots of positive energy ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧!!! 💐💐
would you be willing to write a scenario/drabble (whichever you like!) of mika with a gn crush who seems really cold, silent and a little intimidating... but they're actually just a pure ray of sunshine?? if that makes sense?? if not feel free to delete/ignore this ask SJSHSHS
(p.s. maaf ini aku gemeteran banget soalnya jarang jarang nemu fan enstar dari SEA sumpah TT that aside salken chu!! i love your writings they're so <333)
a/n : Hello!! I was shaking when I got a notification of you following me back and apper in my inbox , Im so happy to see fellow SEA and most importantlly another Indonesian !? Is this a dream? Is this real? But yeah salken juga !! , and thank you for the compliment! I hope you enjoy this~☆
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✿ - admiring someone presence and slowly having a crush on them is a natural thing to happend especially for a high school teenager, but is it really this complicated?
you are a kind and a very much positive person, hanging around you will make anyone happy without they even realized, but not many people know about that.
everyone around you always has an opinions that you are an intimidating or a rude person without even trying to get to know you first but at the same time you arent suprised you do look quiet and cold most of the time.
getting seen that way by people around you makes you doesnt expect someone to like or have a crush on you.
but little do you know there is one person who likes you... And that person its none of other than the youngest member of Valkyrie "mika kagehira"
you're not very close to him but since you have a very much connection with shu you decided to be more open to him.
The more open you to him, the more he start to realized the rumor he heard from his clasamate was so wrong!, you are actually cheerfull and a sweetheart.
but as time goes on , the more you two spend time together makes him slowly feel something he never felt. At first Mika only thought it was just an admiration.
but after he told a friend named Arashi, his friend immediately said that it was not just an admiration , and explain how the feeling he felt was there beacuse he got a crush on you!.
he was a bit shocked and start to overthink about it, making himself lose focus while doing his routine even when sewing.
every time you and him suddenly bump into eachothers you guys will have a little conversation before it end up with you both hanging out together.
And thats moment he spend with you makes him very happy , Your figure who always shines by his side always make his heart melts. Just like a chocolate that get melted by the sun.
When he get a little more distant from you, you always notice it honestly it makes you very confused all the time, did you do something wrong ? Is he mad at you?
even though all that happened not because you did something, but it happened because of Mika himself.
every time he catch his eyes on you, he always lost focus and doesn't know what to do...he doesn't want you to see him doing something stupid.. And decided to stay away from you until he can become normal when he is near you again!
even of how hard he try to stay away from you somehow you and him always cross paths like fate wants you both to be together, and everytime before a words came out of your mouth you can see his face red just like he was burning and was about to faint on the spot.
but all of that won't happen again because in this month , this week, this day , after school he will tell you all the feelings that he hides all this time and hoping by being honest will help him stop being so stupid and clumsy around you.
well, that was the original plan until something happened...
today shu can't attend to school because he fell ill and with that Mika went to school alone but Before he left, Shu told him to continue with the clothes he was sewing, Mika was a little scared because he wasn't thst good at sewing after all.
but Shu then explain that he had already called someone to help him later, the person would come to the handicraft club room at lunch time.
and when lunch time finally arrived. he walked into the handicraft room thinking that he was safe and didn't have to worry about staying away from you.
because there was no way you would go here. with Shu not attending school thats mean you will not have any bussiness here anyways.
He opened the door slowly, thinking the person behind the door was Kuro but he was wrong, it turns out that the person Shu called is the person he was avoiding..
You can be seen holding some fabric in your Hands as you put them on the table beside the little supply box.
Mika who doesnt expect you to be here was frozen on the spot, until he heard a called of his name out of your mouth. oh no... you already have noticed he is dare there is no way he can get away now!
he finally approached you slowly and stood next to you. he can also notice you are talking but he doesn't pay attention to your words and just stares at you until you wave your arm in front of his eyes.
he came back to reality and looked at the fabric followed by the sewing tool beside it. He can see you taking a seat on one of the chair and start sewing again.
he decided to take a seat too and start sewing the cloth, the room was silent the only sound that can be heard when you're taking some material for the clothes.
as he was sewing he cant help but take one little peek of how you were doing... a one little peek turn into two, two turn into three , three turn into four, and four turn into him hurting his hand for not paying attention when sewing.
"Ngah!", he whined when the needle hit his finger, when you heard him you went straight to him and held his hand.
You start to carres his hand a little while looking for the finger that was hurt by the needle while asking if he was okay.
He didn't pay attention to what you was saying, he just stared at his hand that was clasped by you, he forced himself to stay calm and not do anything stupid. You call his name again and he immediately shakes his head and replies that he's okay.
You sigh in relief when suddenly the idea of ​​asking why he seems a bit distant from you pops into your mind.
as he was about to continue sewing, you stop him and ask, "You've been avoiding me lately, have I done something wrong?" he looked down as if he was holding himself back.
You get worried and hold both of his hand him, he cant can't hold back anymore. he looked into your eyes followed as the word "i-love you" Coming out of himself.
You are shocked by the sudden confession and just stay silent till you see tears coming out of his eyes.
"Im sorry-", he apologize. "For what?", you ask him.
"Well you doesnt love-" " I love you too mika, I really do" , he was cut off by you answering his conffesion.
he felt he had melted on the spot! with you who already melt him earlier and followed by you saying that you love him to also affect him the "chocolate" that already melts into a hotter melted chocolate.
after a while he immediately hugged you suddenly and you gladly accepted him in your arms.
in the end he can finally let out all of his feelings and even better it turns out that you also love's him make him happy...
Looks like he won't let go of his hug soon so make sure you're strong enough to hold him for a long time.
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soleillunne · 1 month
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your works are so trash you should just stop writing srsly nobody gives a shit about you or your writings do everyone a favor and delete them already you worthless piece of shit
okay anon ive been ignoring your asks for the past couple months but i have reached my breaking point. so, lets talk.
if you think my works are trash you have the option to scroll past them. no one (and i mean literally no one) is making you read them, youre reading them on your own accord. if you dont like what i write, just scroll. block me, even, if they make you that uncomfortable.
if people have issues with me theyre free to tell me themselves. i never did anything that might have offended anyone here or anywhere else (at least on purpose) but if i somehow managed to offend anyone, i apologize. feel free to dm me so we can figure things out.
as for deleting my works: i have. this is what, the hundredth ask youve sent about how shit my works are? im aware, believe me. what you refuse to understand, however, is that i never claimed to be a serious writer. i hope to be someday, but currently i write for myself only. except youve managed to put that desire in me out completely. so while i never would have listened to an advice such as "delete your works" just because some random guy on the internet told me so, ive gotten to a point where im genuinely bothered by what ive written thanks to you and your endless comments, so i am slowly deleting everything ive written.
i deleted the works on my masterlists already, and im slowly working on the event works and self reblogs. its not completely gone yet, but will be when i feel more alive.
i will be cleaning my inbox as well, so if you feel like your ask got buried or deleted while i do that feel free to send another one, i'll answer them in the morning.
i refuse to let this be the end of soleillunne, however, and i will be writing again in the future. maybe not in the near future, but sometime.
im not leaving this blog at all because its helped me get through so many stuff and ive made amazing friends that i cant leave behind, so if you guys see this: please come say hi /lh
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whumpshaped · 3 months
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My new years resolution this year is to actually start writing my own stuff instead of just tossing prompts at you to see what you do with em.
With that in mind, do you think you could give me feedback on this trope? You're free to write something based off it as well, of course, and I'll definitely eat that shit up, but maybe just looking for feedback with get the gears going to produce something.
Thinking about characters A + B. They grow up together, the closest of friends. They do great things together, they create a legacy. But as time goes on, fame and fortune does something odd to character A. They become twisted, something quite unlike how they once were, some horrible thing eating them, mind and body and soul. This virus that eats at them begins to then eat at the ever present character B as well, who is faced with the awful decision of still supporting their friend and continuing this legacy, or separating themselves away even if the emotional attachment they have is more like an artery, and cutting it may feel fatal to them.
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(Happy New Year, hope it's treating you well thus far! Sorry for always living in your inbox, lol)
BANGER new years resolution, 100% support!!!!! also please never apologise for living in my inbox. i have blankets and snacks here for a reason /j
it got long so putting it under a cut
ABOUT THE PROMPT...... AMAZING. first of all i always love life long friends being tested by fate. because theres so many things that can end/ruin a friendship! it can just be time, people changing, interests shifting and not aligning anymore, but it can be big arguments and big angst!!! and it's HORRID, it's like a breakup!
and because you were lifelong friends everyone is asking about it. B only ever appeared with A and vice versa, and now that they do their own stuff more and more often, everyone is staring and asking "wheres A?" and B just has to grit their teeth and be like "i dont know! im not their handler :)" and they try to make it sound like a joke but it comes out a little bitter.
people are looking at A and B's friendship and forming all these parasocial thoughts about them too. people think its the best friendship. most ideal. will last forever. they place both of them on a pedestal. they might not even realise how A is changing, or they might willfully ignore it because they also grew up with this friendship in a way, they grew up always seeing A and B together and they grew up seeing the two of them do great things.
and some people very much realise that A is changing. sometimes A is alone and does cruel things, and people wish B was there to stop them. why isnt B there? whats going on? but then sometimes B is there, and people see them turn a blind eye, people see B trying to intervene only half heartedly, and they dont understand. does B condone this? and B knows that A's change in behaviour reflects on them poorly, but what are they supposed to do? sever all ties with them? get into huge arguments in the middle of the street? theyre best friends. ..or they used to be. theyre best friends only in name anymore, only because B doesnt know what else to call their relationship, only because theyve never had to call it anything else for the past 30 years.
its uncharted territory, a life without A. its terrifying.
and if B does sever the ties, theyll have to learn to live without A. theyve never had to do that. they have to leave their legacy behind because its tied to A so closely, and now its tainted, and they cant bear to be recognised for it — but its not their choice. theyll forever be "A's best friend". a title once loving but now uttered with disgust because of A's actions. some people even detest them for severing ties, they think B shouldve stayed and helped A. how will A find their way back to being a good person now? without guidance? yet other people detest B for staying even as long as they had.
honestly, B probably changed a lot along with A while they stayed. they mightve tried to go along w it and act the same way, trying to repress the visceral disgust at their own actions. now theyre trying to make amends.
B has to start again. build their life from the ground up. leave the legacy behind. leave the memories behind. make new friends, create new memories, create a new legacy. will it corrupt their next best friend too? will it corrupt them this time? maybe a legacy is useless. maybe new friends are useless. maybe they should live as a recluse, with all the trust issues and social anxiety they now have.
and what about A? did they stop seeing B as a friend a while ago? are they just using B as a prop? are they just dragging B around everywhere because theyre getting increasingly suspicious that B might want to sever ties and leave?
or does it come entirely out of left field? because of course why would anyone want to leave them, theyre A, theyre awesome and perfect, theyre great. people would give an arm and a leg to be their friend.
does A resent B for displaying more morality? does A think its dumb? i imagine A constantly goes on these unhinged rants abt how heroes dont NEED morality, and theyre heroes now! theyre almost gods with that legacy theyre leaving behind.
when B tries to end the friendship quietly and sneak off, A latches on, sinks their claws in deeper. no one fucking leaves them. not on their watch. if it turns into a loud argument, A could get manipulative, blackmail B, say all the things thatd hurt them most because they have 30 years of data and information. or they might sever ties first before B has a chance, so they feel like the choice was theirs to make. but honestly they go through much the same experience. they snap at everyone who asks about B. theyre alone. theyre lonely. they get so much crueller.
eventually they cant refer back to the legacy anymore. no one cares. theyve changed too much. theyre barely the same person. its not their legacy anymore.
happy new year :)
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myslvtwritings · 9 months
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𓆩♡𓆪 Welcome to my blog 𓆩♡𓆪
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Hello there:) my name is michelle and i’m 19 years old. i’ve been using tumblr for a long time now. I actually used to write but i stopped doing it awhile ago. however, i’ve decided to give it another try! I remember i stopped awhile ago because i wasn’t as passionate about it. plus, i wasn’t feeling so great and that was the very reason why i quit temporarily.
Currently, i am insanely hyperfixated on demon slayer! i’m mostly obsessed with the KNY demons so this blog is for my demon lovers/simps! i’ll be writing for only the demons because those are the ones i’m most passionate about. Don’t get me wrong, i adore all the characters endlessly but i can only see myself writing for the demons right now. So if that isn’t your preference then please kindly leave and don’t bother hating. As for my lovely demon lovers feel free to stay and send me requests in my inbox!
I’m still (sorta) new at this so my sincerest apologies if my writing/grammar is crappy in any shape or form!!
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☆ Characters i will be writing for ☆
- Muzan kibutsuji
- Kokushibo
- Douma
- Akaza
- Hantengu clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, & Urogi)
- Gyutaro
- Daki
- Enmu
- Lady tamayo
- Nakime
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〖 Rules 〗
-okay so just going over some basic ground rules because this part is required.
-please do NOT spam my inbox! it’ll just stress me out further and only compel me to not wanna write anymore.
-i will not do ships! (ex; character x character) only x readers! (ex: character x s/o)
-i prefer to do preferences/imagines/headcanons but i’ll do short stories(one shots) as well! however, those take more time to write.
-i will write about the ideas that get submitted that i like the most. please don’t take this in the wrong way but i’m only writing for what i know how to write about if that makes sense?
-also, minors aren’t allowed to interact with my NSFW posts.
-PLEASE SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU REQUEST! and please specify whether you’d like it to be NSFW or SFW.
-if i haven’t done your request please do not take it to heart! i only write for what i know how to write for, you know? i hope that makes sense!
-I will do my best to complete every request i get! It takes me time to write because unfortunately life gets in the way but please do not mistaken me for giving up! I will get it done in my own time.
-writing is a hobby of mine. something i want to do to help me relax and feel comforted. i’m not too keen on making it feel like a chore or a job i hate. i will write for whatever i want and do whichever request i feel motivated to write for. thank you!
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➤ what i’m comfortable writing;
NSFW/SFW (i won’t be doing NSFW for Daki)
Fluff/Angst (I love writing these)
Violence (i’m okay with this jus nothin’ too crazy💀)
Yandere!Characters (Then again just nothing TOO crazy)
Gore (this is demon slayer we’re talking ab so gore is okay obv)
self harm (for comfort purposes only! i won’t be glamorizing/romanticizing it)
Poly relationships (ex: character x character x reader)
I will write for fem, male, trans & GN reader! (i want everyone to feel included, plus it’s fun to write for all)
i’ll also write for child!reader but only platonically.
I will not write full-on smut fics. (simply because i’m terrible at it and i have zero motivation for it) But i can do spicy scenarios or NSFW headcanons!
➤ what i’m NOT comfortable writing;
Pedophilia/underaged/incest (obviously💀)
Non-con/rape/SA/grooming
Suicide (i can write fluff fics where it’s only suicidal thoughts and the characters help the reader but that’s about it.)
pregnancy/birth giving (nothing wrong w it js makes me uncomfortable)
Mother or Father reader. I’m not the best at writing domestic stories like that.
non-sexual Age regression. (nothing wrong with it, it’s just not what i prefer to write about)
necrophilia/foot fetishes/age-play/vore/any weird kinks in general. (you get what i’m saying?)
Daddy kink (i just can’t take it seriously lol)
Smut fics/stories for male!reader (I identify as a woman, so writing a full porn one-shot for a male reader would be a bit awkward in my opinion. But i can still do headcanons)
In conclusion i won’t be writing anything that’s offensive or highly controversial or flat out problematic! however, my writings will contain somewhat dark topics and that’s about all. but i won’t go overboard with anything. (i’m sure you understand)
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Feel free to leave me requests though!! i am sooo desperate‼️ i don’t bite so don’t be scared lol
ANYWAYYY that’s about everything. bye-bye :))
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m0chac0ffee · 2 years
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you do request something so can you do a top gun fanfic abt like the reader being a pilot, and there the youngest so everyone’s like overprotective of them and they’ve been complaining of like stomach pain and one day during work it’s gets really bad and they get rushed to the medical wing and they end up having appendicitis and everyone’s like super worried
hope that makes sense, and they can be the oh top gun or the recent crew :)))
(Top Gun: Maverick x Reader - Platonic)
Y'all really filled up my inbox good lord... I love you guys so much lolol
Also, I'm not very smart, so I wrote it to the best of my knowledge about appendicitis. Please feel free to correct me about anything you spot and I'll change it right away!
(y/cs) - your callsign
(y/n) - your name
You were the youngest of the group, and the others were very overprotective of you. If you coughed even once, they would all come rushing to your side, checking your temperature, and giving you water. They could get annoying sometimes, but you loved them regardless. They were like your second family.
You were making your way with the rest of the graduates to the Hard Deck. Phoenix was walking by your side, talking with Rooster and Hangman as the two bickered about who would win the little bet they had made. As you got closer, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You stopped in your tracks, slightly clutching your stomach. Fanboy and Bob noticed that you fell behind. They turned around to see if you were still following, only to see you slightly bending over.
“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Fanboy questioned, making his way to you with Bob next to him.
“Yeah, just a little stomach pain. I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Bob said, respectfully setting his hand on your lower back.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” You replied.
“Let’s hurry inside so Penny can get you a cup of water, yeah? No alcohol for now.”
“Alright…”
Fanboy and Bob helped you get inside of the Hard Deck and sat you down in a chair near the pool tables where the rest of the group was. As Fanboy went to go get the cup of water, Bob sat down next to you. Coyote and Payback were throwing darts as Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster were playing pool. There were a few other groups of pilots there too, chatting amongst themselves and asking the others to join them in a few rounds. Maverick said that he couldn’t make it because he had a few things to do. Phoenix noticed that you weren’t playing with her and the other two, so she excused herself and made her way toward you.
“You okay (Y/n)?” Phoenix asked, a concerned look adorning her face.
“Mhm! Everything’s alright.”
“Okay, well come join us when you feel better, okay? Make sure to keep your eye on them, Bob.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Phoenix walked back to Rooster and Hangman, but something didn’t feel right. You usually never got sick, so this sudden stomach pain was unusual to her. She reached the pool table, staring off into space as she was lost in her thoughts.
“Hello? Earth to Phoenix?” Rooster snapped his fingers in front of Phoenix’s face, to where she blinked a few times before looking at them.
“I think something is wrong with (y/cs) over there.”
Hangman looked over Phoenix’s shoulder to see you sitting down next to Bob, clutching your stomach as you drank the water Fanboy had given you. He scoffed quietly as he looked back to Phoenix.
“Maybe they just have a stomach bug, don’t sweat it.” He said coolly, patting Phoenix’s back.
“I hope so.”
They resumed their game, not knowing that it would only get worse. Days passed, and your little ‘stomach bug’ never went away. It ended up getting worse by the minute. You kept missing training sessions because you couldn’t stand up without feeling nauseous. You didn’t eat as much either, this whole thing made you queasy and ended up making you lose your appetite. You could barely move, not to mention, breathe. Every time you did, you felt pain shoot through your core, making it impossible to do anything. And of course, all of the graduates noticed this. You came to a training session despite your condition to make up for the ones you missed. You were able to make it through the whole thing, a few mistakes here and there, but as you were walking to the building, you felt the worst pain you have ever felt since you’ve had this ‘stomach bug’. You doubled over, struggling to breathe as the others came rushing to you.
“(Y/cs)! (Y/cs) are you okay?!” Coyote exclaimed, worry lacing his voice as Rooster and he tried to help you stand up straight. You could barely get words out of your mouth. It felt like your stomach was eating itself. Of course, that wasn’t the situation.
”I’ll go get help!” Payback yelled.
“I’ll come with you!”
Rooster and Payback sprinted out of the room in a flash. A few moments later, they came back with a few people from Med-Bay and a stretcher. They quickly got you onto the stretcher and went back. The last thing you saw was everyone surrounding you on the stretcher as you closed your eyes.
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You opened your eyes once more to find yourself in a bright room, everyone was surrounding you. Looking around, you piece everything together and find out that you're in Med-Bay.
”You're awake! How do you feel?" Fanboy frantically asked, sitting upright in his seat next to your bed.
"I feel like... shit... " You breathed.
"As expected."
"Hello (Y/n)."
"Hey doc..."
"We've figured out what's wrong with you." He responded.
"Please tell me."
“Well, turns out it wasn’t just a stomach bug. You seem to show symptoms of Appendicitis. According to your friends here, constant vomiting, intense abdominal pain, constipation, along with a low-grade fever. We believe that there’s a virus or there are bacteria in your digestive tract. Because of this, you need appendectomy as soon as possible before it gets any worse than it already is.”
Hearing that made everyone nervous, especially you. As much as you hated the idea of surgery, this was a matter of life or death. A few moments of silence passed until you finally spoke up.
"Let's do it."
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(Should i make a part two... idk how i want this to end though..)
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