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i-cant-sing · 6 months

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I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

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lakesbian · 4 months

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i have had like 10 friends rec worm to me but nobody’s given me a good like, gist of its vibe and what its abt because ‘its best blind’, could u please give a like brief summary and vibe check of it 😭 it’s so long i dont wanna try and invest that much time without knowing much abt it

so, worm is a 1.7 million word long webserial written in 2010. 1.7 million words seems like a lot, but it was also written over a relatively short period of time, which means the writing style is very easy to parse--the ideas aren't without complexity, but the language itself isn't intimidatingly dense. you can get through it at a very decent pace. i agree with your friends that there are vast portions of worm that hit best when you're unspoiled, but the thing is that worm is long enough that giving you the basic plot pitch is in no way spoilers for any of the things that i wouldn't want to see spoiled for someone. i'm actually kind of baffled they're not telling you Any Thing, because it is in my estimation one of the best books i've ever read, but it also Needs a briefing before you get into it for like five different reasons. which i will now provide. i swear to god this is brief by my standards it's just that i am very thorough

worm is a story about superheroes and supervillains, set in a world where superpowers are traumagenic--rather than appearing randomly or innately, some people gain powers after a traumatizing event happens to them. the protagonist is taylor hebert, a 15yo girl who has the power to control insects and desperately wants to be a superhero. and then accidentally finds herself scouted by a team of teenage villains instead. who's to say how she's going to react to all that!

one of the most compelling things about worm is that the superpowers in it serve as visceral, hyper-literal metaphors for the trauma and traumatized coping mechanisms of the characters with those powers. each power is incredibly specific and thematically relevant to the person who has it, and it's incredibly interesting and evocative. it feels so natural and well-done that it comes off like how superpowers are just meant to be written.

the fact that superpowers stem from trauma also means that worm is fundamentally a narrative about trauma. specifically, about traumatized teenagers and the relationships they form as they cling together while struggling through growing up traumatized & mutually coping with an increasingly intriguing, intense, and far-reaching escalating plot. worm's depictions of trauma + mental illness--including unpalatable trauma responses, including traumatized characters who are allowed to be complicated and nuanced and messy while still receiving narrative respect--are deeply real-feeling and impactful, and they're placed in the context of a well-spun + engaging story.

i really do have to stress how excellent the character writing is. worm is fully deserving of being as long as it is. over the course of 1.7 million words of character development, the average reader's reaction to the main characters goes from "sorta interesting" to "okay, i want to see where this goes" to "augh...really likable" to "i am now on hands and knees crying and these characters are going to stick around in my brain forever." wildbow has incredible talent for efficiently conveying complicated, real-feeling, and viscerally evocative characterization. many of the interlude chapters (chapters written from the perspective of different characters other than taylor) are so interesting, fleshed-out, and emotionally affecting that they make you wish you could read an entire novel about just the side character being featured. with that level of characterization for just the side cast, it's not surprising that taylor (& co) are genuinely just downright iconic. and i do not say that lightly--taylor is truly one of the best-written protagonists i've seen in anything. ever.

the other main pitch-point for worm is that it's a fascinating deconstruction/reconstruction/examination of the conceits of the superhero genre. it answers the question of--what would the world have to be like, for people with superpowers to act the way they do in classic cape media? and it does this well enough that it's interesting even if you have only a passing familiarity with cape media. i am not a big superhero media fan, but worm addresses virtually every aspect of cape media that was under the sun around 2010 in a way that's so interesting i still find it incredibly engaging. the approach it takes makes the narrative very accessible even to people who aren't usually cape media fans.

and speaking of the narrative: the end of the story is coherent and satisfying and deeply thematically resonant*. the way worm follows through on all of its main mysteries & plot threads is excellent. you don't have to worry about getting thru 1.7 million words and being dissatisfied by the author shitting the bed at the end, or anything like that. he does an amazing job of weaving together plot events in a way that makes each successive one feel rationally, thematically, and emotionally connected to what came before. there's really only one part where i feel the story stumbles a bit, but i think it was the best option he had for the narrative, and it's by no means a dealbreaker. it's in fact really impressive how cohesive and satisfying worm is for such a long webserial released over such a brief period of time.

*this is subjective ive seen some people who didnt love it but ive never seen anyone who downright Hated it who didnt also demonstrate egregious misunderstanding of literally everything worm is about. so thats a good sign

as for the downsides of worm/things that might put you off:

there is a very long list of trigger warnings for it. if you have any trigger warnings you want you should ask your friends to let you know about the relevant parts, because the fact that it's About Trauma (& about typical cape media circumstances presented very seriously) means that traumatic and violent things & their realistic aftermath are constantly happening and/or being discussed. i would not classify worm as needlessly dark or spiteful to the audience by any means, but it is intense and covers a lot of heavy topics. i do assume if your friends are all recommending it to you, they think none of the material would be too much for you, though!

worm was written in 2010 by a white cishet guy from canada. it's typical levels of 2010-era bigoted, it has a deeply lesbophobic stereotype character, it has some atrociously racist stereotype characters, the author really hates addicts, It's Got Blind Spots. i think worm is generally fully worth reading despite these, but very fair warning that it can get bad. i think what exacerbates this is that worm is generally extremely nuanced & sympathetic regarding ideas such as "crime is a result of systematic circumstance vs people just being inherently evil" and "mentally ill people who are traumatized in unpalatable ways are still deserving of fundamental respect as human beings" and so on and so forth, so it's extra noticeable and insufferable when you get to a topic the author has unexamined biases on and all that nuance drops out. the worst part is that a lot of this is most concentrated in the early arcs, so you have to get through them without being super attached to any of the characters yet. it is worth it though.

worm like. Does have a central straight relationship in it. and it's a very well written straight relationship for the most part and i like it quite a lot. but worm also passes the bechdel test with such flying colors that it enters 'unintentionally homoerotic' territory. which means a lot of people were shipping the main character ms taylor hebert with her female friends while the story was being released. which caused the author to get so mad he 1. posted a word of god to a forum loudly insisting that all of the girls are straight and 2. inserted a few deeply awkward and obvious and out of character scenes where he finds an excuse for the girls to more or less turn to the camera and go "i'm not gay, btw. this is platonic." This is fucking insufferable, and will piss you off immensely, but then you will get to any of the number of deeply emotionally affecting scenes between them, and at that point you will be too busy sniffling piteously and perhaps crytyping an analysis post on tumblr to be mad about all that other shit. also they're only a couple tiny portions out of an entire overall fantastic novel

overall: if those points don't sound like dealbreakers (i hope they aren't they're really massively outstripped by the amount of devastatingly good moments in worm, worm still has a thriving fandom over a decade later for a reason), you should absolutely give it a shot and see what you think. my final note is that you have to read up until the end of arc 8 to really see where what makes worm Worm kicks in, so aim for at least there to see how you feel about it if you're just thinking about dipping your toes in vs fully committing. i hope that was helpful and not too long :)

oh and don't go in the comments section on wordpress if you don't want spoilers. or anywhere else in the fandom at all. you will be spoiled. quite possibly for things you could not even have imagined were topics to be spoiled on.

#ask #wormblr #parahumans #ill tag it to save it so i can reference later. and maybe other people will find it helpful

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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Re: the previous anon asking about ramshackle, my personal hc is that it used to be the staff's dorm (I could be completely wrong, I haven't read the early books in a while). Then, when Crowley took over from the previous headmaster, he didn't hire any new staff and instead let the non-teaching current staff retire/quit/otherwise leave their positions and then employed ghosts (since they don't really need a place to "live" (ba dum tss)), and left Ramshackle to fall into disrepair. Whether or not these ghosts were the old staff or were just looking for jobs is up in the air (and also opens a whole can of worms about ghost economics, but I'm not willing to get into that here) For some reason he still hires living teachers and Sam, but I'm not sure if we ever get any details on where they live during the school year.

[Referencing this post!]

I went back into the prologue to check! The dialogue seems to suggest that Ramshackle used to house students. The Ramshackle Ghosts mention that people used to live there, then Crowley tells us "the ghosts scared away all the students." (Note that Crowley does not say “the ghosts scared away all the students AND staff.”) Thinking about it, staff lived at Ramshackle, well... it might be a little strange to have students visit them at their living quarters instead of in the classroom or their offices if they need academic assistance. Most likely Ramshackle served a similar function as the other dorms: student housing.

As for where staff stay… There was one line dropped by Crowley in the second Halloween event which implies the (current) staff may live off campus. I talked about it in this post!

We’re not sure exactly how long Crowley has been headmaster for or when Ramshackle exactly fell into ruin 🤔 I wonder if the main story (or extra materials/content) will cover that… We don’t even know if there was even a previous headmaster or if Crowley was just always the headmaster. From how he speaks (ie being salty at the 99 lose streak to RSA and honoring Lilia’s invite to NRC despite being hundreds of years later), it feels like Crowley has been in charge for a long ass time. It could be that he’s honoring his predecessor’s legacy or wishes, but he seems to personally be making the shots or reacting in a way that’s quite emotionally invested for someone who is newly taking up the mantle.

Mmmm, I wonder if it’s really as simple as Crowley letting the current staff go…? I’d imagine most can’t afford to quit their job or retire on the spot (unless he incentivized them to leave with a generous severance package). I do think employing ghosts in the place of living people to do odd jobs may be more cost effective though, seeing as ghosts have far fewer living expenses than the living. (No need for housing, food, most material possessions, etc.). Crowley could thus justify paying them less/j Although… This is also most likely an efficient way for the devs to reuse assets and not have to design unique characters or more mobs to fulfill the roles of odd job NPCs.

There is lore which states that ghosts are attracted to areas that are concentrated with magical energy, which may explain why NRC has so many ghosts lurking around. I wonder if Crowley just happened to notice all the ghosts lurking on campus (rather than actively seeking them out) and wanted to give them something fulfilling to do with their time, hence the jobs. (Do ghosts even have a need for employment or money when they don’t really have physical demands??? What would they even buy with their earnings, if they’re being compensated at all?) Some ghosts, like the ones that work in the cafeteria, seem to be brought in from the outside to serve more specific roles (ie as Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles instructors and cafeteria staff). The Ramshackle Ghosts though… I’m not sure about their origins?

So the Ramshackle Ghosts have taken up residence in the dormitory, but we don’t have much in the way of their history. It could be that they were random ghosts that migrated to NRC due to its magical draw?? Other unrelated ghosts seem to have been drawn to Ramshackle in the past (such as Eliza and her ghostly entourage in Ghost Marriage). Some have theorized the Ramshackle Ghosts are dead students, but the closest thing we get to proof of that is a line from book 2. One of the Ramshackle Ghosts says that he was a star magift/spelldrive player when he was alive—but this does not inherently imply he was a student, since the sport is very popular and widely played by mages, student or not.

There’s still so many mysteries wrapped up in Ramshackle… 🔍

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #disney twst #Ramshackle Ghosts #Lilia Vanrouge #Dire Crowley #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #Eliza #Ghost Bride

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fruitsoxs · 4 months

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New Year's Kiss

pairing(s); Gale x (GN)reader summary; You somehow end up kissing your rival at midnight OR you seriously misinterpret the vibes Gale is giving off (modern au) warning(s); reader is a dumbass, they are so bad at understanding social ques, Gale can't flirt, this is mostly fluff wordcount; 1.8k notes; this was beta read by both @linklebard and my partner! i couldn't have done it with out them <;33

You never really liked parties. They were often too loud and too crowded. You hate being forced to socialize with other people. You’re definitely an introvert, and when given the choice would rather stay at home. You especially hate work parties though. Not only do you have to talk to people, but these people are your peers. Your educated, rude peers that have an “I’m better than you” outlook on life. The hardest part about work parties? You can’t escape them. Unless you are on your deathbed, you HAVE to attend. It’s an anxiety fueled nightmare

That is exactly how you ended up at your university’s New Year’s party.

You grip the champagne glass with so much vigor that it may just explode in your hands. People around you are talking, creating a sea of noise which threatens to drown you. Face a little pale, you slowly raise the drink up to your lips and sip. The liquid does little to help you unwind, but it serves as your life vest on this treacherous adventure. Without it in your hands you’d just be standing there awkwardly amongst your peers.

The party is being held in the Performing Arts center, in a large room adorned with gold decorations and giant pillars. In the center there is a live band playing. A jazz band whose music should be relaxing, but in this environment it only adds to the stress. Many people are dressed in their finest clothing, showing off their expensive brands. You opted for something a little more simple, but elegant nonetheless. You’ve done your best to look presentable, but you can’t deny the fact you struggled to force yourself off your computer for this event. Despite it being winter break, you’re working relentlessly to put together a research paper that will HAVE to pull in grants.

You’d much rather be putting all of your energy into that than standing here awkwardly at the party. You need to work hard in order to draw in the attention of benefactors, especially with that certain someone who always seems to be fighting with you for the same grants. It wouldn't be such an issue if the man didn’t beat you almost every time. It was only recently that you lost against him after presenting what you thought was your best work. It didn’t even seem to be a fight in the end, his project was chosen without a second thought. You worked your ass off day and night to perfect every inch of that proposal, and in the end you were left with nothing.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” A voice rings out beside you, pulling you from your solitude. When you look over you are met with the big brown eyes of the coworker you were just thinking about. Gale Dekarios, the most annoyingly smart person you know. The one who you are constantly butting heads with, and the person you can safely say you hate the most. The worst part about him? He always seems to be correct in a way you can’t refute. He’s wickedly smart, with looks that match. You don’t think there’s a single soul who would describe him as anything but handsome. It’s utterly unfair. Despite your harsh feelings for the man, he always seems to worm his way into your thoughts

“I think you may have misread the email then, Professor Dekarios. The word required was used more than a couple of times.” You answer, crossing your free arm over the one holding your drink. You would know, you were the one in charge of sending out that email. He lets out a soft chuckle and nods. “I happen to thoroughly read every email I get, especially the ones I get from you. I just figured you’d skip out on the festivities seeing as the word “required” doesn’t always guarantee your attendance, Professor.” He points out, taking a sip of his own drink.

While he’s not wrong, you don’t appreciate the way he says it. Everything sounds so sassy coming from his mouth. It feels like a slight on your attendance to these ordeals, or like he’s comparing himself to you. There’s no doubt in your mind that he shows up to every single one of these events. They seem like something he would enjoy. You, on the other hand, do like to skip out on parties, even when they are technically required to go to. The reason behind you playing hooky though, is the man in front of you. He’s always somehow one upping you, making it so you have to work extra hard to earn any amount of attention. And while you could earn that attention by attending these parties, and schmoozing up to the department leaders, you’d much rather gain attention by doing good work. Besides, you’ve never been all that great at networking.

“I do value my job, you know.” you snap, clearly angered by what he said. It is all his fault after all. If he wasn’t so goddamn competent at his job, you might be able to relax every once in a while.

He doesn’t seem phased by your anger, simply nods along. “Ah yes, and how lucky are we to have you here. One of the finest Historians I know.”

‘But never the best’ You think bitterly, sipping your champagne again. You find yourself thinking back to those late nights, scrolling through Rate My Professor to compare your scores. Despite your best effort, he always seems to have the most positive reviews. The students love him, the faculty love him. It seems he will always be better than you, no matter what he is doing.

You intend to end the conversation there, but it seems Gale has other plans. Always the sociable one, he opens his mouth again. “It does seem like you’ve been much more engrossed in your work lately. Planning anything big?” he asks, genuinely curious about your work. However, you have never been good at social cues. Thinking he’s making fun of you, you narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Professor” you snap.

He always seems to be trying to gawk at your work. For what? You aren’t sure. Every chance he gets he’s asking what your most recent project is. Sometimes he even asks to view your lesson plans for classes, which always pisses you off. What right does he have inserting himself into your work? Not only that, but what intentions does he have? There’s no way he’s trying to help you, right?

He holds his hands up in feign surrender. “Alright, No need to get snappy. I'm just curious. Who would I be if I was not interested in my colleague’s work?” he asks, offering you a smile.

You really have no idea what to make of this guy. You’ve always hated conversing with him, because it genuinely feels like he has some secret motive behind his kind words and smiles. He has to be making fun of you for something. There is no other explanation. At least not in your mind. Still, maybe you are being too harsh. You let your glare fall, and give him a small nod. You shift your eye over to the clock. Only five minutes to midnight, which means it’s almost time for you to go home.

Your eyes go back to Gale, who is still by your side sipping his drink happily. Why is he still next to you? Doesn’t he have some other poor soul to chat to? You open your mouth to voice this, but he cuts you off by clearing his throat.

“The music is rather lovely today, is it not?” he asks you, avoiding eye contact as if he’s nervous.

What? Why is he talking to you about the music? You seriously don’t understand this man’s intentions with you at all. Is he trying to get you to lower your guard so he can learn all your secrets? No…he’s much too smart to need to do that. He goes above and beyond, relying purely on his brain alone. He would never commit messy tricks to get what he wants. You arch an eyebrow at him, and look over at the band. They’re playing a pleasant tune.

“I guess.” you mumble.

“And the decorations are nice!”

“It’s a little cheesy.”

“Perhaps, but cheesy isn’t always bad.”

You take another sip of your drink, realizing it’s growing quite empty. Well, It’s only three minutes until midnight, You can survive with what you have. You start to get comfortable with the silence, before Gale starts to speak again. “You know we are probably the smartest people in our department. How would you-” You cut him off this time, utterly confused as to why he’s STILL talking to you. “Don’t you have someone else you’d like to talk to?” you ask with complete sincerity. He seems a little taken aback by your question, his smile disappearing for a small second. Within a few moments it’s back on his face though. “No. I actually quite enjoy talking to you.”

Two minutes until midnight.

You’re stunned. What does he mean? You feel your cheeks heat up despite yourself. You clutch onto your drink a little more intensely. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I enjoy talking to you. You are great company and I-” he cuts himself off.

One minute.

“You?”

He clears his throat, his face turning a bit pink. He then turns to you, taking a deep breath. You expect him to say something, but this time he’s quiet. He just waits for a moment. Once the clock strikes midnight, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in closer to him. He does it slowly, giving you time to move away if you want. You find yourself wanting whatever he is doing though, a flame lighting up inside you. Carefully his lips meet yours, and the room disappears.

The kiss only lasts for a moment, but you can feel the fireworks light up inside you.

“I quite like you.” he admits after pulling away, his face inches from yours. Unsure how to respond, you reach up and kiss him again. This time the kiss lasts a few seconds longer. His lips are warm, a little dry, but so pleasant against yours. When you pull away, he’s smiling again. “I’ll take it, you feel the same?” he asks.

You nod shyly.

“Good. Now, might I propose something that I meant to ask earlier? Would you be willing to do a joint proposal with me?”

How could you possibly say anything but yes?

#gale x reader #gale x tav #gale x you #gale dekarios x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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Event?????

1 or 7, domestic style fluff with my favorite eel?? ♡♡ (it's Floyd of course)

I leave romance vs platonic up to you, gn reader so everyone can enjoy as well :)

Can't wait to see what younc9me up with!!! If you need any help or ideas come bug me, floyd sits in my head constantly like a very annoying song

Warm Mornings; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Floyd? I am here to deliver soft Floyd(TM) hours! (he also sits in my head constantly; the song is the low-quality Funky Town)

Even when Floyd was dead asleep, he squeezed you, and that was your situation now. You were lying on top of him, and he had you in a comfortable yet strong bear hug. Just tight enough that you couldn’t wiggle free from him. And it was normally fine, but last night someone had left the window open and now it was warm and humid in the room, making you feel sticky.

“Floyd,” you whispered, trying to wake him up gently.

A gentle snore was your answer. You should have expected that though, he sleeps like a damn log.

You tried wiggling around a bit, but Floyd just hugged you tighter on unconscious instinct and rolled over, trapping you under him. Yeah, you were officially stuck. “Floydddd,” you groaned, poking him right above his hips. “You’re crushing me.”

Usually he would wake up by you repeatedly poking him, but he was out cold, he only just shifted, trapping your face where one cheek was pressing against the mattress, and the other was smushed up against his chest. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about this situation, but it was grossly warm. You were also too far away from your usual ‘escape the crushing weight of my dearly beloved eel route’, which was just tickling his legs and feet. Too bad your arms were pretty much pinned against the bed.

“Floyd, get off me,” you grumbled, squirming around like a worm on a hook.

Still nothing.

Sighing, you accept your fate. Besides the humidity, it was rather nice. Sure, you couldn’t make out the crashing of the waves on the beach, the steady beat of Floyd’s heart was right up against your ear, and it was slow and steady.

Slow and steady, not two words many people would associate with Floyd. It was a calmer side that only you got to see; when you were overwhelmed, or when he was feeling soft. Yes, he was usually a bundle of energy, but even he had his quiet moments. Within the hurricane, there was always the eye, where things remained still, despite the wild winds outside.

“Mmm,” Floyd groaned, the first sign of life you’ve seen since you’d been sandwiched.

He slowly blinked his eyes, working out the sleep from them, and tilted his head down so he could actually see you, since you were still stuck between his chest and the mattress. “Heh heh, I caught a Shrimpy in my sleep!~” He drawled, voice chipper but still heavy from sleep.

“Yes, yes you did. Can you please get off though, it’s gross out,” you groaned. At least he was cute, which the wild bed head only played in his favour. How can he look so good in the morning? Maybe it’s a mer thing… “Floyd?”

He hadn’t moved, and was instead giving you a wide grin. “Hmm, maybe I should’ve called you Crabby instead of Shrimpy, Shrimpy,” he pinched your cheeks teasingly, “since you look pretty crabby right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “And maybe I should use that mushroom risotto recipe that Jade gave me for our dinner tonight. But that’s only if you don’t get off.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make out if you were bluffing or not, since last time you were dead serious and did exactly that. But he rolled off of you, grumbling a bit. “Meanie,” he muttered.

You shuffled over to where he was dramatically splayed out, his head slightly turned to you, and giving you puppy dog eyes. Chuckling, you kissed him on the lips, as that is what he was being dramatic about.

Giggling, he captured you in his arms yet again, and trapped you against the mattress for a second time this morning. He was giving you a shit eating smile. You weren’t leaving this bed until he had his share of kisses.

“Floydddd,” you groaned, but you weren’t annoyed with him, if anything, you were amused. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Shrimpyyyyyy,” he mimicked your voice with a more prominent whine. “You know the drill!~”

Sighing, you ran your hands up through his messy hair, and brought your lips together, deeper this time. You knew the drill; neither of you were getting up until both of your lips were tired, sore, and most likely bitten… which may not be for a while.

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Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x gn reader #sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da eel~#identity!#identity. floyd lives rent-free in my mind and he really should start paying me rent it's damn expensive #free weighted blanket that kisses you; aka I'm cranky because my weighted blanket is being washed and pressure stim is AMAZING #a mattress reader eel sandwich; nice and toasty for ya #you're going to need a shit tonne of chap stick for your poor lips; damn bastard bites and KNOWS his teeth leave a mark #he does it on purpose; but whines if you do the same to him #floyd; shrimpyyyyy why did you bite my lipppppp?#reader; *lips with visible and nearly bleeding marks in their lips cuz of him* you know why #fish bastards my dearly detested #<- for people wondering; i love them but at the same time i hate them #doing a lot of domestic fluff but that makes sense with this event; plus it's good practice; and GYIFYDTSTRSRTHJ BRAIN ROT

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avesque · 1 year

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hi sweet darling my my myyy i adore your writing so very much and wanted to know if you are still taking requests from that one post you linked? if so i would love to see something with tsu’tey for the “i am in love with a moment we never had” + angst? something about him with some angst just scratches an itch in my brain idkkk lots of love btw mwah !<3

across the stars — tsu’tey

INCLUDES fem!reader, human!reader. angst. 1.1k words.

NOTE anon you are so sweet omg thank you so much! <3

jakesully hands tsu’tey a note one afternoon after the battle, a crumpled piece of folded paper with specks of dirt on the edges. it looks tiny and, tsu’tey admits, unimportant.

he refuses to take it.

the olo’eyktan sighs, pushing the scrap back in his direction. “come on, brother. it’s important.”

tsu’tey begs to differ, taking a step back and scowling at the chief. a small, immature part of him is still stingy about the turn of events; how he had no choice but to pass his title to jakesully when he was on the brink of death.

“it’s from y/n.”

tsu’tey stills. his ears fall back in his hair at the mention of your name, tail swishing in curiosity.

you were one of the researchers — a biologist, he remembers you saying — alongside grace who studied pandoran flora and fauna. before the war, you had wormed your way well into the clan with your bright smiles and tinkling laughter. despite being one of the sky people, no one was able to resist you.

you were magnetic.

tsu’tey prides himself in his great resolve, his firm judgment. he is as untrusting as one can be; calculative when needed and always skeptical.

though he cannot deny how even he was left defenseless to your charm. it pains him to admit it but he grew fond of your excited chatter, especially the way your little demon face would light up at the mere mention of new plants, among other things.

he snatches the paper in jakesully’s hands and leaves without a word.

the note has been tucked under the woven mat in his hut for days now. tsu’tey has convinced himself there are far more important things to focus on than your flimsy little gift, and as dawn breaks over the moon, he finds himself grappling for excuses he can tell himself to prolong the inevitable.

a frustrated scowl mars his face, jumping off his hammock and kneeling on the floor, lifting the carpet to reveal the folded scrap. it seems almost threatening as it sits there, staring back.

he chooses to get it done and over with.

he turns it over a few times, looking for something; anything, but all there is is smeared dirt. finally, with bated breath, he slips a finger in the crease and unfolds it.

the paper is filled with your neat handwriting, dark ink nearly glowing on the white background. his heart sinks a bit as he sees how little you wrote but he ignores the feeling.

my dearest, tsu’tey, it reads.

his hands shake and the paper crumples beneath his fingers.

you may be reading this while i am already off this moon, or you may be reading this with a scowl perfectly painted on your face with me in front of you. either way, i just hope you’re reading this.

i would first like to thank you for your warm welcome.

tsu’tey grunts at that, shifting on his haunches, something ugly bubbling in his chest, one he cannot name.

i know how difficult it must be to accept someone like me yet you did not push me away. (you did, but you are unsuccessful! i am just stubborn, and i’m glad i am.)

the countless moments i have spent with you are everything to me. i will hold them close to my heart forever.

from the deepest crevices of my heart, thank you. i appreciate all the things you’ve done for me. for showing me the flowers and telling me about them, letting me come with you on hunts, and for merely walking with me in the forest. i hope you enjoyed those moments as much as i did.

the sky people are going back on earth soon and i have decided to come with them. before i go, i will tell you a secret.

my heart has grown too fond of you. sometimes, i fear you can hear the way my heart beats a little faster when you’re near. you have enraptured me. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever laid my eyes upon.

but i —

the letter is cut off, scrawled over by strings of ink. it starts again below, and the words sends an arrow straight through his heart.

i am in love with a moment we never had. not entirely, i suppose, since i do not go over our moments the way you do. i do not experience them in a… friendly way, shall i say? the way you do. it does not translate the same way between us.

i have spent nights with you clouding my mind, the sound of your voice a hazy lullaby in my head. i have dreamt of holding you, of kissing you, of telling you i love you.

i see you, tsu’tey. even when i am no longer in this moon, remember that somewhere in this vast universe, someone out there sees you.

thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.

yours, y/n.

the letter is nearly balled up in tsu’tey’s firm grip. it is miniscule compared to his hand, and it is a reminder of how small yours had looked in his when he guided you over rocks that one time he showed you around.

something sits heavy in his heart. guilt, he’s come to know. the sky people left just two days ago and jakesully had given him your letter a week before.

he falls back on the floor of his hut, the mat digging under his left thigh.

had he known of your feelings… had he conquered his fear and read your letter earlier…

because tsu’tey may be known for his great resolve but all it took was your blinding smile to spear through his walls. he was untrusting as one can be but the trust you have shown you had in him had him wavering.

he suppose it is just right that he was stripped of his title. one so mighty will not cower before a piece of paper, but he had, and he missed the one chance eywa has given him to let you know of his feelings that had grown and bloomed over the course of your moments spent together.

he has nothing of you to remember by except this letter and the guilt that has taken root over his chest. he knows it will stay right there as long as he lives.

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anyon-else · 1 year

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— icks w/ toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, geto suguru, & sukuna ryomen – main masterlist

TOJI FUSHIGURO | i bet ya'll can guess. it's the fucking worm.

you recognize that he needs the thing in order to fight, and that it is very useful in terms of combat, so you don't have the heart to tell him how much it freaks you out.

he legitimately treats it like a child. whenever you ask why he has to be so gentle with it, he tells you that he has to keep it in top condition so that it can store as many weapons as possible, but he feeds it. he gives it baths. he lets it sleep on a little dog bed that he bought at pet smart. you felt that maybe he was going a little bit overboard.

you've also caught him talking to it. it just really gives you the creeps.

he was so offended when you voiced your disgust with it. like, he held it up and told you that you made it feel bad, then demanded that you apologize.

"are you serious?"

toji just stared at you, one eyebrow raised as he held his worm out in front of him. it was staring at you with those beady eyes, and you couldn't help but crinkle your nose. no matter how many times toji bathed it, it still smelled.

"what's with the face?"

"i'm sorry! it's just so ugly..."

"it? seriously? he's a him."

"good lord, toji."

GOJO SATORU | he's always late. he makes it his whole personality.

he likes to make an entrance, which means that he has to enter every room alone. since many people show up early to events, and even arrives on time, showing up late is his only option.

while that's all fine and dandy for him, when you are each other's respective dates for events either at the school or at your workplace, it becomes your problem as well.

one time, he really wanted to impress his students at a party that he decided to put together at the school, so he made you wait outside so he could enter alone.

"no, you won't have to go in alone! i'll go, then i'll come back out and we'll go in together."

sometimes he shows up late to fights. if he knows who or what he's fighting, he'll make sure he knows if it's a special grade. if it is, he claims that lateness will make him look cooler and more intimidating. this has led to many problems and many stern lectures from nanami.

the one thing he doesn't show up late to is date night. he says that you already know how cool he is, so there's no need.

GETO SUGURU | when he eats curses.

on an objective level you understand. it's a necessary part of his technique, but the way that he decides to do it is so theatrical. you always have to turn away if he starts doing it in front of you, and then he gets all pouty.

you try to tell him that it's not because of him; it's just the idea of it that freaks you out, but he's not having it. you get the silent treatment for a little bit, and then the cycle repeats.

he starts doing it in front of you on purpose. like, he hoards those little curse balls, and then when you two have dinner, he'll be like "oh, i'm covered for tonight" and literally dumps like eight of them on his plate and gives you this smug little grin.

you try and act like it doesn't bother you, but then he sticks a fork in one and sticks his tongue out, making sure to accompany the movements with a loud "ahhh," followed by a satisfied "mmm" when he's swallowed it. this continues for all eight of the curses, and by the sixth one you've scarfed down your food and excused yourself from the table.

your last straw was when he asked you to feed them to him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN | his god complex.

lets start by saying that this man would never be in a relationship. not a healthy one, at least. but for fanfic's sake, let's go a bit ooc.

he slowly but surely becomes used to the healthier aspects of being in a relationship, but he's also still the king of curses. sometimes, when he's annoyed with you, he says things like "one thousand years ago, i'd have crushed you under my thumb for saying those things" and "i can't believe i'm being told to 'get over myself' by a measly human"

with anyone else, it would be extremely concerning. however, you were the one who chose an evil, immortal curse.

you still tell him off, though. it can be really annoying when he gets all high and mighty. because while he is, he doesn't have to act like it all the time.

this complex also means that he can become very possessive. unhealthily so. if any other person even looks in your direction, he's about three seconds from wiping them from existence. while he is very secure in his relationship, and knows that you would never leave him (he knows what he looks like), he also knows that he has the power to do whatever he wants, so killing a few people who give you sideways glances won't hurt anyone. well, mostly.

you try to get him to calm down, but after a while it seems hopeless to even try. again, you knew what you were getting into.

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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you’re one of my favorite authors so i’m so glad you’re active again! <33 I’ve started rereading awiaf just to remind myself why it’s my favorite fic ever so thank you for feeding into my brain rot since you started awiaf until now.

on the other side of this ask

I have worms for brains and I desperately need chishiya trying to drop hints that he likes the reader but just… is so terrible at it and gets frustrated because if it. He probably doesn’t even know the first thing about flirting, let’s all be honest.

Hey Anon! This probably strayed a little from your request, but if you'd rather have a fluffier version, I'm happy to redo it :)

The idea of Kuina being a horrified wingwoman to Chishiya's terrible flirting attempts was just too funny not to write about.

(Chishiya x gn reader)

(Kuina = losing hope in all humanity)

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It was killing her to watch.

She’d given him more expert advice than she’d ever given anyone - heaven only knew that boy needed it - but he was still so stiff, so standoffish, and so goddamn terrible. And now, hiding behind a pillar in the hotel lobby, Kuina felt like crawling into a corner and burying her head in the sand.

‘Thanks… That’s really nice of you Chishiya.’

The words had come out in the same awkward tone that one might use when humouring children, or fending off an over-familiar stranger on the bus. And what’s worse, Chishiya hadn’t even realised.

‘You just pull the pin and it should work,’ he explained, showing off the “pin”, which was actually a keyring attached to a piece of string.

‘Great,’ (Y/N) said, eyebrows drawing in bizarre confusion. ‘I guess it’s useful to have… maybe.’

Kuina bit her hand, fighting the urge to drag him away at his heels. Luckily, she didn’t have to, because without even saying goodbye, or ending the conversation whatsoever, he was now walking away, smiling with satisfaction and leaving (Y/N) standing in the hotel lobby looking utterly bewildered by the events that just occurred. As Chishiya passed the pillar, she grabbed his white hood.

He shook her off immediately. ‘Was that really necessary?’

‘What the hell was that?’ Kuina hissed. ‘What about everything we practiced?’

He shrugged lazily. ‘I thought it went well.’

You can’t be serious?

‘That right there? That was a car crash. You can’t just walk up to someone and give them a bomb as a present. They think you’re insane now.’

‘I doubt that. I left a note in their room beforehand.’

Kuina felt the colour drain from her face. ‘You did what now?’

Chishiya gave a knowing smile. ‘While the games were on, I left a note on the bed explaining that I had a gift. It was hardly a surprise.’

Oh my god… This is a disaster.

She placed both hands on his shoulders, locking him in a firm grip that he couldn’t escape from no matter how much he tried to squirm away.

‘Chishiya, listen to me now. Normal people don’t do things like this. You don’t know (Y/N) well enough to just walk into their room. You’re gonna end up with some really weird rumours going around, and I don’t want to be part of that.’

He finally broke away with a scowl. ‘You’re overreacting. If you’re not going to help, you can find somebody else to annoy.’

‘I’m literally trying my hardest to help you, but you’re impossible. This is impossible.’

He made a small noise of irritation and stared aimlessly at the white lobby wall. ‘Do you have any other suggestions then?’

‘What about telling the truth?’

‘No.’

‘It’s not that bad. Tell them how you really feel. Admit that you weren’t sure how to show it, and you screwed up —‘

‘I didn’t.’

‘Yeah, you did. You haven’t got a clue how to flirt, and that was a horror show to watch.’

He averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at Kuina. ‘Any other bright ideas?’

She rubbed her temple. ‘I’ll see what I can think of,’ she said. ‘Just let me work on it, okay?’

As she parted ways with Chishiya in the lobby, Kuina didn’t have much hope. The situation was eating away at her, because believe it or not, she wanted Chishiya to be happy, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Well, most of the time. However, even after borrowing all of her expert advice and tips, he still couldn’t quite make flirting seem natural.

And worse, he actually did like (Y/N), even if he had never really shared the depths of his feelings. But Kuina wasn’t blind. She’d seen the way his eyes trailed after them, no matter where they were in the room. He would only ask how Kuina’s games had been whenever (Y/N) was placed in the same group. Anybody else wouldn’t have noticed. Except Kuina wasn’t just anybody.

I think I might actually feel bad for him.

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the sixth floor. She was so lost in her thoughts that when the doors opened, it took her a good few seconds to realise that she was standing face to face with the object of those thoughts - the object of Chishiya’s affection.

‘Oh! Hey Kuina, this is actually kind of cool. I was just looking for you.’

Oh no.

Kuina could already see where this was going. ‘Really? We can go into my room if you want to talk,’ she suggested. ‘It’s better than standing out here.’

They must have been knocking on Kuina’s door, and since the timing was right, that could only mean one thing. There would be a very long conversation ahead. The two shut themselves away in the privacy of Kuina’s room, sitting on two small chairs in front of the window.

‘Sorry for the mess.’ Kuina began scooping up the array of lipsticks rolling around on the desk behind her. ‘I think I already know why you’re here.’

There’s no point beating around the bush.

(Y/N) tried to hide a grimace behind their hand. ‘It’s… well. Have you noticed Chishiya-san acting strange recently?’

‘Strange?’

‘It’s just that - this is so weird. He stares at me so much, and earlier when I came back from my game, I found a note from him on my pillow. I didn’t even know he’d been in my room.’

Seriously, Chishiya? The pillow?!

Kuina feigned surprise. ‘What did the note say?’

‘He wanted to meet with me in the lobby, so I did. Just now, actually, and…’ (Y/N) pulled out a soda can with red and blue wires stretching from the lip to the base, and a tiny pull ring on top. ‘He gave me a homemade grenade.’

‘I’m so sorry.’ It was the only thing Kuina could bring herself to say. ‘I really am. I can have a word with him if you want?’

‘That’s not all,’ they added. ‘The other day when I woke up I found something in front of my door too. I don’t have it here, but it was a… a shank, I think?’

Kuina fought the urge to put her head in her hands and cry. Chishiya hadn’t told her about this, probably knowing she would disapprove. And disapprove, she did.

‘I don’t have it with me, but it’s a piece of shaved metal tied to a screwdriver. There wasn’t a note but I think it was him. I didn’t really know what to say to him before. I just, I’m a little confused. I always thought he was kind of cute, but all of this is weirding me out…’

Hold on.

Kuina’s eyes widened. She replayed that last sentence in her head.

Hold on just one second.

‘I’m only asking because I care,’ they said, ‘but is he okay, you know, mentally?’

‘Look,’ Kuina interrupted. ‘This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out.’

Maybe honesty really is the best policy.

She took a deep breath. ‘Chishiya actually likes you. As in, he likes likes you. He’s just fucking awful at flirting.’

(Y/N)’s whole body froze, eyes flashing with hope. ‘You mean he likes me in that way? He has feelings for me?’

Kuina nodded and leaned back in her chair. It was like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from her chest.

‘I wasn’t going to say anything since it’s not really my place, but the two of you are getting nowhere like this. I know how he looks, but Chishiya’s not made of stone. I think he just wasn’t sure how to tell you and decided to make you weapons for protection. He’s really logical like that. I guess he figured regular gifts didn’t have any value in this place.’

Have I ruined it?

She had tried to explain the best she could, to put Chishiya in a good light and dissolve any rumours of him being a homemade weapon-obsessed stalker. But by doing this, did she also sabotage his chances?

(Y/N) smiled gently. ‘I guess when you think about it that way, it’s actually kind of sweet.’

Kuina was perplexed, to say the least. There was no way in heaven or hell that Chishiya was sweet. Not a chance. The man was cold, stoic, calculating, basically anything but boyfriend material. But she wasn’t going to say this to the one person who might actually be able to change him.

(Y/N) stood up and grinned at Kuina. ‘Thank you! I think, I might actually go and talk to him now. His room is just down the hall, isn’t it?’

“It’s room nine,’ Kuina got to her feet too. ‘I’ll come with you, but I’ll be hiding around the corner. If it’s okay with you, I want to see how this works out.’

‘That’s okay,’ they said. ‘I’d like you to come. It’ll be good having you there, for support.’

The pair left Kuina’s room and headed down the hallway towards room nine. Judging from the vague shuffling noises they could hear through the door, Chishiya was inside. Kuina gave a wink of encouragement and hid just behind the corner, the perfect place to listen in and spy from afar. (Y/N) knocked on the door, holding the soda can between both hands.

The shuffling noises paused, then the door opened, revealing Chishiya. When he saw who was on the other side, his lips parted in mild surprise.

‘Hey Chishiya.’ (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. ‘I just wanted to stop by to say I’m sorry about before, if I seemed off. I was still kind of thinking about my game earlier.’ They held up the soda can. ‘Really, thank you for this. It’ll be really handy in a pinch.’

To anybody else, Chishiya’s expression would seem static, bored even. But Kuina saw the vague tug of a smile on his lips; she knew better.

‘If you use it in your next game, I can make you another one,’ he replied. ‘Or if you need a knife that you can hide in your jacket. Tasers too.’

‘Tasers?’

He smirked. ‘All you need is an electronic device. It’s a simple rewiring trick.’

The two spoke in hushed tones, Chishiya faintly smirking and (Y/N) taking in every word he spoke. Watching from behind the corner, Kuina was delighted to finally see her efforts come to fruition, and she had to admit, these two oddballs kind of suited each other. Who would’ve known?

(Y/N) peered over Chishiya’s shoulder, their face lighting up. ‘Wait, is that your workbench? Can I see it?’

‘Sure.’ He opened his door wider and (Y/N) slipped inside.

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages, Kuina thought. Maybe I should become a professional matchmaker.

And then she froze.

She froze because Chishiya didn’t close the door behind him. Instead, his eyes jumped over to where she was standing, looking at her squarely.

Busted!

She gave him an awkward wave of her fingers. However, instead of scowling at her for meddling too much in his affairs, he gave her the briefest of nods - a small thank you for the world’s greatest wingwoman.

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib #kuina #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya x reader

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shesjustanothergeek · 1 year

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|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Thirteen

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Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: The first part of this is pretty plot heavy. I had initially planned for this to be a part of the previous chapter because I really don't like splitting up an event that's happening into separate parts, but it would have been super duper long. I didn't want someone to have to split reading the chapter when you could do it in one sitting. Idk. That's just me. When I finish the story, I'll re-edit everything and combine specific chapters, but that won't be for a while. ANYWAYS, thank you so much to those who have been with me since the beginning and those who have joined along the way. It means a lot to me that you decided my work was worth being interested in. I live and breathe for your support.

Chapter Warnings: Corporal punishment.

The time between arriving at the Keep and being escorted to the Queen's apartments felt like you were in a dream. Your body's subconscious was controlling your limbs, pulling and contracting the muscles to work as you climbed stairs, crossed underneath red rock archways, and stood before the drawbridge of Maegor's Holdfast—the only entrance into the royal apartments.

You stole a glimpse at the twins escorting you, Aegon in the middle of them both. They seemed to have aged at the same rate, with no grey in either of their chocolate-colored hairs. Erryk, you had found out was the Prince's sworn protector since birth, and it had you speculating just how old they were.

You realized it would be necessary to decipher which twin was who, judging by how many people believed they were talking to one when speaking to the other as you walked past guards. It would likely gain the favor of both of them, and you needed all the allies you could gather in a den of vipers. Besides, you supposed they preferred to be called by the correct name.

Thinking back to the night's earlier events, you believed Daemon would be proud of you. How you fought, schemed, and plotted before you even met Queen Alicent. Seeing Ma for sentimental reasons was not your only purpose for being there. You remembered in letters past how she mentioned her network of spies went further than that of the notorious White Worm, Mysaria, and you intended to use that to your full advantage.

You knew that Madam would help you even if you had not offered a substantial flow of Gold Dragons for the rest of her life. Her anger and resentment for what the Hand and the Queen did to Lyra and one of her spies, Sara, was enough incentive along with her love.

"Open the bridge," Ser Erryk shouted, interrupting your thought. "We are on orders to escort His Grace Prince Aegon to the Queen."

The drawbridge lowered with a screeching of its metal hinges, creating a path over the moat of iron spikes that separated you from the Holdfast. Another member of the Kingsguard appeared, his white cape flowing behind him as he walked over the stalwart oak, his short dark hair blending into the night.

"I trust you brought him well, Princess," he spoke, tilting his head at the sulking Aegon and disregarding the brothers.

"Ser Criston Cole, I presume," you shot back, walking between the three men you were with. You could feel their eyes on you, but you held firm, clasping your hands behind you. "I have brought the princeling unharmed, a feat that has proven..." You stopped before him, lowering your voice as your boots scuffed the bridge, "toilsome for you. Or so I have heard."

He chuckled, briefly looking into the sconces on the stone walls, the fire reflecting in his dark irises. "I believe we can forgo the general pleasantries, Princess. I will escort you to Her Majesty once Prince Aegon is safe within his chambers."

"No. I will take him myself," you declared, leaning closer. You needed to present him yourself. Your plan hung on the dramatic appearance of Aegon, for you were afraid without it, Queen Alicent would not listen. "Given your history," you jabbed, covering the oddness of your demand.

As a smirk formed on your lips, Criston swore he saw a flash of Daemon in the darkness. The same arrogant smile he knocked off a horse and bested with his beloved flail, Morning Star. He did not want to repeat the same things he thought about your father about you. No matter your lineage, you were still a daughter of the Mother and a picture of the Maiden.

"I understand," he said, something simmering beneath his bronze skin you couldn't quite name as he motioned for the waiting siblings to bring Aegon forward.

Erryk took Aegon's arm rougher than you would have thought of someone's protector, the Prince wincing as he practically dragged him. You hoped you had hidden your displeasure at his actions as he walked past, trailing behind them.

The trip was short from there, following the Kingsguard to Alicent's apartments as the two brothers departed with a bow. You looked at Ser Criston expectantly, waiting for him to open the chamber doors.

"Please, afford Her Grace some patience. She had hoped this would be in the morn rather than at the hour of the wolf," he answered your unasked question.

You acknowledged him with a curt nod, leaning against the stone wall next to the door frame, at ease for just a moment knowing there was someone else to watch the runaway prince.

A flicker of movement caught your eye, a pristine eggshell-colored cloth extended near your face. You glanced at Ser Criston with a raised brow as he moved his hand to swipe across your jaw. You had forgotten of the blood splattered onto your skin. The remnants of how far you would go to protect Aegon, what sacrifices you were willing to make for your family.

Despite your picking, you knew Ser Cole was a fine warrior, his skills unmatched with Morning Star. You could not tolerate how he was rumored to speak about your brothers as you quickly snatched the handkerchief from his hand, cleaning your skin.

You could barely stay awake and were sure you appeared like it as you relaxed. Your eyelids slowly closed before you would snap them open again, swiftly looking around to make sure no one saw. You wanted to give Queen Alicent the courtesy of waiting. It would only be proper, as Ser Cole mentioned, but you couldn't help how your knees gradually weakened, sliding down onto the floor as you rested your head against the stone wall.

Aegon watched you fight with sleep as everyone waited for his Mother to ready herself, ever the one to keep appearances. He saw the delicate features of the girl he once knew as your body finally gave in to rest, your lashes fluttering.

He believed today was a day of old memories, seeing you in the flesh again and recalling how you looked with your cheek squished against his sweaty chest so long ago.

Had you thought of him while you were tucked away at Dragonstone? He thought of you every day. You were the only person in his life that had shown him what it was to be cherished. What it felt like to have someone enjoy his presence without any enticement. You were his only true friend, and after years without contact, he was frightened that brief friendship had slipped away.

Aegon knew you were still there and that this current persona was angry and resentful for what happened with Sara and Lyra. He saw it when you placed his grimy hands on your face, your eyes a window, showing him how much you still cared. He saw it in how you carried him while drunk, whispering words of encouragement to keep moving into the night air.

Since then, Aegon had been watching you, gradually comprehending throughout the eventide how much you had changed. Your hair had gotten longer, your ebony tresses nearly at your waist, even when braided. Your maids had woven the white streak throughout the intricate designs on your scalp. He had forgotten how divinely that birthmark contrasted the rest of your strands, a single patch of snow glimmering in the moonlight.

Throughout his observations of you, he concluded that even though you had a scowl when you saw him, your lips in a thin line of disapproval when you looked at him, you had not changed. Not really. The darling little girl he met in an alleyway at Flea Bottom was still there, hidden deep within you to protect yourself from the horrors of the past, present, and future.

He did not care how his Mother invariably said your plain-looking features matched those of your adopted siblings. How insulting it was for the House of Dragon to become a House of Bastards, she would reiterate over dinner, noticeably when the King was not there.

Aegon did not care much about what his Mother said about you and your siblings. He had no concern for propriety and appearances; in his opinion, it was all too priggish. He did not understand why she concerned herself with Rhaenyra's children. The oldest of the Strong boys still had a claim to the Iron Throne through his mother. You all still had Targaryen blood within you despite what she made it seem.

You were not sure how long it had been when a servant opened the door. It was enough for you to doze off and wake up as you saw Aegon above. It startled you, not expecting to see his violet eyes so close, but the feeling that rose as he looked at you made your heart skip a beat. They appeared sad and empathetic as they stared down.

You frowned, pushing yourself up as you smoothed your messy hair, annoyed with his proximity as he followed behind. It was as if he was your shadow as soon as you entered the Queen's meeting room, being uncharacteristically silent when he saw his Mother. Ser Criston announced you both, trying to make the informal situation formal. She sent him away with a grateful nod, leaving the room silently with just you and her son.

Aegon continued to hide behind you, his shoulders slumping and chin tucked into his chest as you turned. You wanted to reach out and extend a comforting hand but thought better, your fingers fidgeting at your sides.

He did not deserve sympathy.

"Princess," Queen Alicent broke the silence, "Thank you for returning my son to me. You have proven fit for tasks even the best men of the Kingsguard could not accomplish."

You extended a polite smile, curtsying as you thanked her as well. "Thank you, my Queen for confiding in me about your worries. It is an honor to aid the Crown in any way I can," you spoke.

"I see," she said, her lips pursed and her hands clasped as she peered around your body. "Aegon, my son, please let your dear Mother see you. I have been sick with worriment in your absence."

Aegon peeked from behind your body, looking like a scared child rather than a man of ten and nine, soon to be twenty.

"You missed me?" he asked, his voice small and soft like in his youth. She smiled, opening her arms to him as he reluctantly approached.

You watched the exchange with apprehension; your brows creased as she whispered to him words you could not hear. Aegon took a breath to say some, but before he could speak, the Queen's hand came down, smacking him across the cheek.

You stifled a gasp, covering your mouth with your palm as the urge to yank Aegon away caused you to take a step. Alicent was furious, as any parent would be, if their child had run away for such immature reasons, scolding him with trembling lips.

"Have you no conscience for your actions? You shame us deeply every hour of the day and night and know this, yet you continue to do so," she shouted, her cheeks tinting pink in anger. "I could not find you for a week! I am your Mother. How do you think this makes me feel? Not knowing where you went or what might have happened to you." You wanted to insert yourself into the conversation, to act as a buffer between Mother and Son but did not want to make things worse for Aegon.

"I had to request the help of this," Alicent paused, glancing at you before her voice lowered, "bastard in order to find you. Do you not know the embarrassment that brings me? To ask-"

Before you could think of being insulted by her words, Aegon's hunched form stood to his full height, looking down at his Mother.

"Do not call her that," Aegon snapped, speaking as a man. "She saved my life! Killed three men who had the intent to rob and beat me!" Alicent released a quiet breath of air, her features softening at the mention of her son's life in danger. "The Princess cared for me with a kindness no one has extended before. She is honorable and undeserving of the insults you spout when father is not around. She is royal not only in name but in blood. The same cannot be said for you, Mother." He spat her name out like sour candy on his tongue, his anger palpable.

You were overcome with guilt at his words. You were anything but kind after you found him. Berating Aegon with a variety of scurrilousness based on your outrage for acts he had no part in. You hated him simply because he was the kin of murderers, a show you had associated him with even though he had no role in it.

You could see the Queen becoming outraged at what he said, looking like she would strike her son again as you moved, making space between her and Aegon before she could try. He did not warrant abuse in his defense of you.

"Her Grace is not wrong, Prince Aegon," you interjected, easing the tension between the two. "I am a bastard by birth."

"The King has legitimized you; therefore, you are a princess, undeserving of her bad-mouthing," he sneered at the Queen, a petulant imp talking bad to their parent.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at him, stunned into silence at his steadfast protection of your honor. You realized then how wrong you had been in your thinking. It wasn't right for you to blame the by-product of the people you hated. They had nothing to do with Aunt Lyra other than they were their kin.

Why had you been so callous? He did not warrant it, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself. Aegon did not deserve any of the harsh whispers people spoke. Unquestionably, he was a drunken whore of a man, uncaring of traditions and customs that he was expected to abide by, but there was more to him than the gossip. If only people had given him the opportunity. It should not have surprised those around him that Aegon became what everyone believed him to be.

"Yes, my Prince." You looked to the Queen, her features covered in shame at how she had lost her temper before you. "The King legitimized me, but it does not negate the origin of my birth. It no longer upsets me when people use it in degradation."

Aegon moved away from you and Alicent, slightly stumbling as he recoiled into himself, tear tracks on his cheeks. You wanted to embrace him, whisper in his ear how much his words truly moved you, how such a sweet boy he was, but you didn't.

"Thank you, Prince Aegon, for defending my honor so valiantly. Your actions are not something I will soon forget," you said instead, bowing your head gratefully.

Aegon did not like this side of you. It was so cold and impersonal, fitting into the shell courtly manner dictated you to be. You turned to the Queen, your expression hardening into one used when speaking to Lords and Envoys.

"Queen Alicent and I have much to discuss, my Prince," you said, looking at him with a doe-eyed expression, hoping to cater to his permissive side.

"And I am sure you are tired from your long journey back to the Keep. We will reconvene in the following days when you and I are both well-rested. After all, your name day is coming soon, and I should hope to see you at the events."

It was an intelligent way to revisit your original purpose as you saw the protests die on his peony-colored lips.

Aegon cast you one last glance of his purple glassy eyes as he left, reminding you of how your Mother's looked when you left Dragonstone. If you fell for every sad puppy look thrown your way, Luke would indeed be attached to your hip at this very moment.

The Queen stared at you in silence once he was gone, her neck so stiff and straight in the simple green gown she wore, wavy hair falling past her arms. You waited for her to speak, etiquette lessons coming to your mind.

"Please, sit, Princess. I am sure the day has been extended for you," she said, gesturing to the high-backed armchairs near her.

You instinctually wanted to protest your pride, wanting to show her it was no trouble for you, but you could not deny the ache in your feet, the pang of lower back pain that was emerging, and decided to accept.

"Words cannot convey how grateful I am for what you have done," she started, picking at her red cuticles. "I realize he can be such a difficult child, and I want you to know that my words were honest when I said your efforts will be rewarded. I will give you whatever you desire. A place at court, land, and titles to your name, gold, garnering a match more impressive than your status lets you," she trailed on. "Anything you want, Princess, name it, and it will be yours."

You already knew what you wanted. You didn't need to think. Money and matches and titles were not something you cared about. You would become a penniless spinster if it meant Rhaenyra and her true-blooded children ascended their thrones. What you sought was for them.

"The only thing I desire, my Queen," you paused, taking Alicent's attentive expression. Oh, how you would reveal in her misery once you finished. "Is a seat on the Small Council."

You watched her features fall, her once slightly upturned lips now in a deep frown as she processed your answer. Clearly, it was not something she anticipated.

"As a consequence of my Mother's years residing at Dragonstone, their has been a lack of her presence—one unbefitting for the heir to the Iron Throne. I will take her seat that has remained vacant for so long."

"Princess," the Queen stuttered, glancing at her red fingers, "your Mother's presence is already there with us in the form of the Hand. He only makes decisions with the King's and The Heir's opinions in mind."

"It must be exhausting, having to cater to two people's thoughts," you said with a front of sympathy, though you knew the truth of the matter. "Let me take the burden off his shoulders."

"A duty in which he follows deligently," she interrupted, defending her crooked father.

"Lord Hightower does have a commitment to the Crown." You did not have to say it outright for her to know why. "That is something which I have no doubt, but the lack of her royal presence is something people have taken note of," you replied, dancing around the valid reason for why you wanted on the Council, but she already knew.

"I must admit," she paused, taking a breath, "my confusion on the matter. I do not understand why Princess Rhaenyra needs someone in her place when she already has one."

You placed your elbows on your knees, resting your head in your palms as you leaned closer. Unladylike for you to do so, but you did not care. You needed her attention.

"You have a seat at the Small Council, do you not? Whose interests are your representing when you say your father already does for both?"

Alicent could not answer, the anxiety in her wide brown eyes reflecting the candlelight as you saw her pull a thin piece of skin from her fingers.

You raised a brow at her. "It certainly cannot be your own. The Queen does not have a say in matters of the realm." You couldn't stop the giggle as you continued, "Until my mother takes the throne."

She still sat silently, staring at your improper position an demands as you grew impatient. "Your Grace, you gave me your word that I could have anything I wanted. This is what I want," you said, sitting up straighter.

"Is it?" She couldn't help but ask, the words rolling off her tongue before she realized it.

Anger began to bubble inside your stomach, your neutral expression leaving your face for a scowl.

"Yes. It is," you sneered. "Does the promise of a Queen mean nothing now?" You questioned rhetorically, forgetting your place.

She inhaled deeply before she spoke again, stopping the fiddling of her fingers. "I," she paused for what felt like the tenth time, "will see to it. I owe a debt to you, and I intend to pay it."

Alicent was beside herself with fury, bested and taken advantage of again by Rhaenyra in the form of her adopted child. It seemed as if the Princess was intent on rocking the boat, even if it was not her own. Imagine if she did that, Alicent thought. She would not have been offered a seat at the table if Alicent had. She had to work silently and delicately for that treatment while Rhaenyra demanded and received it without hesitance.

The Queen's jealousy raged within as she dismissed you, further fueled by the triumphant smile on your face.

The thought that she might do what she had done to Rhaenyra on Driftmark all those years ago crossed your mind, but you brushed it off with a quiet laugh as you left, a slight bounce in your step as Ser Criston escorted you out of Maegor's Holdfast and into the Guest Wings on the Keep.

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Series: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Reader x Seishu Inui Word count: 5.4k Genre/ContentTags: Not Safe For Worms - threesome, group sex, petname of choice is princess, afab female reader, she/her pronouns used, finger sucking, deepthroating, throat fucking, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, pussy eating, oral sex, spit roasting, nipple play, tiddy smacking, spit roasting kind of, cum eating, like multiple instances of it, all on koko’s part, no fisting but we do get up to 4 fingies here, double handjob, just bros being homies stroking each other’s dicks at the same time, double penetration (same hole), creampie, multiple creampies actually, fluff near the end, lots of hints at poly dynamics

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Summary: Just another typical evening for anyone romantically or sexually involved with Hajime Kokonoi and/or Seishu Inui.

In the final timeline, you and Koko are in an established relationship. You both also happen to have it bad for Inupi. How many times do you have to call him over after work for him to take the hint?

A/N: Welp. Here's the fic I've been sitting on since May. I bit the bullet and edited it myself. As much as I've gone back and forth with myself on this one, I am quite proud of it, but maybe that's just because so many of my biggest kinks are in here.

Bone Apple Teeth, my friends. I hope it was worth the wait.

The nights when your boyfriend wasn’t stuck at the office late were always your favorites. It meant extra time to spend alone together – or with friends.

Koko and Inupi had been practically inseparable since childhood, something that made itself well evident when they were in a room together. But ever since you and Koko had gotten romantically involved, Inupi would be more reserved, unless placed in the right situation.

At first it had started as a one-time thing. Inupi had managed to drag the two of you out to the motor shop before a TK&KO event so he could show off his latest restoration. You had to admit, it was indeed a sick-looking bike, and how could you turn him down when he offered a ride?

Koko thought you were insane for getting on that thing with Inupi, especially in the gown he’d gotten for you to wear tonight. He changed his tune when you came back from your lap around the block, looking at how pretty you looked with your arms wrapped around Inupi like that, and how sexy it was when you took off the helmet and shook out your hair.

“You next, Koko?” Inupi asked.

“No chance in hell. Besides, we have somewhere to be,” Koko protested.

“Aw, but Hajime, you’d look so cool,” you pouted at him. Curse you for knowing his weakness.

“We’re late enough as it is.”

“Bet I can get you there faster,” said Inupi, joining in your peer-pressuring.

Koko sighed.

“Fine. But you are going in the car. We don’t need three people on this death trap.”

Koko’s driver tailed behind them, and you watched as they zipped through traffic. You could tell without looking very closely that Koko was clinging onto Inupi for dear life. If you listened hard enough, you just might have even been able to hear him screaming.

But when you met them at your destination, there was a look in Koko’s eyes you couldn’t quite place. Something wild and energetic in a way that you didn’t often see from him. He was clearly still catching his breath, but he felt so alive. He was too old for this adrenaline junkie shit, he would tell himself, and if anything, the bodily reaction it had in him was proof.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, he’d kissed Inupi. He was shocked, not knowing what had come over him, and looked at you frantically and apologetically. For whatever reason, it hadn’t even fazed you. If anything, it made you want to try it too.

One thing led to another, and needless to say, you missed the party that night.

And ever since that night, everything just felt more right, more complete when Inupi was in the mix.

Koko had been worried that you’d feel like he was pressuring you into a dynamic you hadn’t signed up for, but on the contrary, Inupi undeniably brought something special to the relationship that you hadn’t even realized was missing until him being there opened your eyes. Koko’s mind was put at ease once you started asking to invite Inupi over as well.

And that was how you wound up with nights like these.

It all started with, “…what time does Seishu get done at the shop?” and a text message sent at 9 PM sharp.

Inupi didn’t take long at all arriving at your place, and the next thing you knew, the three of you were in the bedroom, fully nude.

It was all a blur, really, and all your mind registered was the cool air of the room against your bare chest, the plush bed beneath you – the edge of which your head hung back over – and the pairs of hands exploring your body. You could feel Koko’s adoring gaze on you as his fingers, gentle as ever, danced along your collarbone, up your neck, and tracing your jawline before arriving at their destination, thumbing over your lips. Eagerly, you took his thumb into your mouth, sloppily wrapping your tongue around it. He gave an approving hum before pressing down on your tongue, guiding you to open your mouth wider for him.

“It’s alright, princess. Relax for me, yeah?” he said soothingly.

You nodded.

Relaxing was easier said than done, however, especially when the other set of hands in the mix were busying themselves toying with your pussy. Inupi was always careful with you initially – after all, you were Koko’s girl, he was worried he’d overstep some boundary. Generally speaking, he’d gotten bolder the more often you three had nights like this, he still was always frustratingly gentle at the start.

As Koko brought the ruddy tip of his cock to your lips, already dribbling precum, you gave him a few kitten licks and a soft kiss before wrapping your mouth around it. You shut your eyes and took in as much air as you could through your nose, letting the tension leave your shoulders, neck, and jaw while he slowly worked his cock further into your mouth.

“Good,” Koko purred, smoothly thrusting into your mouth, slightly deeper each time.

You knew he was more concerned than you were when it came to using your mouth for his own pleasure. He was well aware that he had a tendency to lose control when your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock so nicely and your throat so invitingly drew him in. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you by being too rough.

It would fit, though. You knew it would. You’d done it before, and you’d do it again, and Koko trusted that you’d let him know if he needed to stop. But no matter how much you choked, you weren’t tapping out any time soon.

As Koko worked on retraining your throat, Inupi was laying between your legs, with his soft, blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail as he rested his cheek on your thigh while his fingers stroked your labia, his calloused fingertips just missing your entrance with each motion. The anticipation was killing you. You could practically sense the little smile on his face when he began peppering gentle pecks along your inner thigh as he finally sank a finger into you.

You whined, or at least you tried to, and Koko put a hand on your neck when you did, sighing at the sensation of your throat tightening around him, finally fully sheathing himself. He was trying to breath as deeply and steadily as he could, but, fuck, you felt like a dream.

“Still doing okay down there?”

You nodded. Kind of.

“Is Inupi going too slow again?” he teased, making eye contact with Inupi and sticking his tongue out, in signature fashion.

You nodded again, making some sort of noise of agreement.

“Well, excuse me for being cautious,” said Inupi, promptly adding a second finger to your needy cunt, already aching for more.

Koko smoothed his thumb over your neck as whatever sound you tried to make died upon meeting the blockage that was his dick in your throat. He pushed in harder, his pelvis pressing against your chin, and held you there for a moment before pulling back, and slowly repeating the motion. You took him so smoothly he wasn’t worried you’d have trouble with him picking up the pace. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to brace yourself in holding onto his leg, and began working up to his usual bruising pace.

As Koko picked up speed, Inupi’s teasing pecks up your thighs turned to open-mouthed kisses leading closer and closer to where his fingers were hard at work stroking your pliant walls.

Before he let himself taste the nectar directly from its source, he withdrew his digits, bringing them to his lips for a taste. You heard the slurp as he pulled them out of his mouth, and it sent a shiver through your body. Hiking either of your thighs over his shoulders, Inupi finally let himself indulge in the taste of you, lapping at your dripping pussy, taking delight in the fruit of his own labor. He then plunged his tongue into you, earning him the tight embrace of your thighs around his ears and an attempted squeal. Koko groaned at the sudden constriction around his cock.

“Inupi, whatever – fuck – whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”

Inupi swirls his tongue around the inside of your hole the best that he can before dragging in up to your clit, latching on and sucking roughly as his fingers dip into you once again. His hands were those of a skilled mechanic, and oh, did he know how to make your engine purr.

Your moans were music to both Inupi’s and Koko’s ears, the latter for more than one reason – the vibrations from each sound you made that inevitable turned into you choking on his cock were driving him up the wall. Both his hands now found purchase on your neck, where he could feel the way his shaft distended your esophagus. Through hisses and groans, Koko continued to abuse your poor throat. Your free hand went to Inupi’s hair, gripping firmly at the roots of his golden locks as he continued to play with your pussy.

Inupi stroked himself to the rhythm of Koko’s thrusting into your mouth, content to just enjoy the taste of you – or so he thought. The wet sounds of you taking his best friend so well and the way your cunt gripped his fingers was starting to get to him. He wanted, no, needed more.

He gave your clit one final messy swirl, wrapped his lips around it, and pulled away with a pop. Inupi removed your legs that had draped over his shoulders and rose to his knees. You whined at his absence, still wanting more from him.

“ Koko,” Inupi groaned in an attempt to get the other’s attention.

Koko tore his ravenous stare away from your lips and met Inupi’s gaze, who was kneeling with your legs on either side of him, stroking his cock, pleading with his eyes, practically begging for permission to slip it into your inviting cunt.

Koko, who hadn’t stopped fucking your throat for even a second, smirked knowingly.

“Hmm? If you want something, you’ll have to ask her,” Koko chuckled, suddenly removing himself fully from your mouth.

Carefully, he propped you up for a moment to assess the situation. Dazed, you saw Inupi’s slim frame knelt before you, looking at you hungrily, and the pretty pink tip of his cock that looked desperate for stimulation. You swallowed hard at the thought of it inside you in place of his fingers.

Koko’s gentle hand rested between your shoulder blades.

“Inupi wants to ask you something, princess. Don’t you, Inupi?” he teased.

Inupi’s cheeks flushed as he tried to get the words out.

“Is it okay with you if I –” Inupi stammered. “ I mean, am I allowed to put – can I –“

You cut him off, nodding with an enthusiastic “mhm!” and reaching for his hand. You smoothed your thumb over his rough knuckles and smiled softly at him. “You’re part of this too, Seishu,” you reassured through an already-raspy voice.

Inupi looked at both of you dumbfounded, and Koko chuckled.

“Well, you heard the lady. Get to it, Inupi,” he said, laying you back down in position, letting you stroke his dick and give him a few kisses before lining back up with your lips and slipping back into the comfortable warmth of your tight throat once again, his hands resuming their position.

With one arm hooked under your plush thigh, Inupi aligned himself with your entrance, slowly sinking into you with ease. You squirmed as your fluttering walls adjusted to the feeling of Inupi’s cock. Not that he hadn’t prepped you well, just that he felt so different compared to Koko – Inupi was shorter, but thicker, and curved slightly up and to the left. Your eyes scrunched shut and your brows furrowed as you bucked your hips against him, your moans catching in your throat.

The two of them began to pick up speed, leaving you trapped between them, delighting in being used by them. You could tell Koko must be close by the ruthlessness with which he was slamming into you, brutalizing the back of your throat, rasping out curses under his breath. Keeping one hand on your neck, he reached for your bouncing tits, earning a squeak out of you as he alternated between roughly groping the tender flesh and plucking at your nipple.

“Don’t – hah – don’t be shy, Inupi. Help yourself,” he said brokenly and breathlessly, giving your breast a playful slap that echoed through the room.

Inupi shifted, pressing your thighs up slightly so he could lean over you, his breath hot against your chest. Koko chuckled, pinching your nipple yet again.

“Open wide,” he lilted, holding your breast in offering to Inupi, who was quick to take your sensitive, swollen nipple between his teeth and tug. He continued suckling, massaging your other tit whilst pounding into your cunt with evenly paced, deep thrusts that were punishing in their own regard. His dexterous fingers toyed with your clit, gently stroking it between his middle and index finger and then giving it a swirling motion that he knew you liked, reaffirmed by the way your walls squeezed around him. Inupi let out a muffled groan, continuing to rub at your clit while you writhed beneath him. He could tell from the way your thighs twitched and your cunt was beginning to spasm that all you needed was one more push over the edge.

At the same time, Koko’s breath quickened as he drilled rapidly into your throat. He was so, so close, and the vibrations of the noises Inupi had you making were going to drive him mad.

You were the first domino to topple, with Inupi’s gentle swirls turning to quick, tight circles that had tears stinging the corners of your eyes. You could do nothing but let the tightly-wound coil in your belly snap, the resulting orgasm rippling through your body. You thought that somewhere through the haze of it all, you could hear Inupi gasping, saying something about it being so tight.

That was all lost in an instant, though, when before you even had a chance to try making noise, you were cut off by a sudden onslaught of Koko’s thrusts and a sharp string of curses as rope after rope of his hot cum began shooting down your throat. He pressed close against you, his head thrown back and chest heaving as he let your throat milk him dry.

Inupi drank in the sight before him and kept plowing, letting your clenching walls bring him closer and closer to his own release, watching the way Koko’s body glistened with sweat and his mouth hung agape as he thrust into your mouth once, twice, thrice more before pulling out and letting the remnants of his release trickle out the corners of your mouth. It was all too much for Inupi to handle, and before he knew it, he was pressing his forehead to your collarbone, filling you to the brim with his seed through choked moans.

Koko sat himself at the foot of the mattress, pulling you up so you could rest in his lap. He swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, gathering the remnants of his release, bringing it to his own lips and licking it clean. Through your blurred vision, the way the light shone behind him looked almost like a halo. He looked almost angelic – that was, however, until he stuck his tongue out at you, showing you what you’d failed to dispose of, and swallowed it down. Well, you supposed he wouldn’t be your Koko if he didn’t exist somewhere between the planes of being a little shit and a sweetheart. With half-lidded eyes, you smiled softly at him, leaning into his touch as he wove his fingers through your hair, giving you gentle praises while Inupi rode out his orgasm.

Except he didn’t stop there.

You could feel it – Inupi was still as hard as he had been when he first entered you, and neither Koko nor you were going to stop him. He kept his face buried between your tits, pounding just as consistently as he had before.

Amused, Koko watched as Inupi still needily drilled into your cunt, his previous release already spilling out of you and making a ring around the base of Inupi’s cock. Quite a lewd scene to behold, if he did say so himself, and his own cock was already beginning to stir once more. Koko reached for the forgotten bottle of lubricant that had gotten lost in the sheets earlier, squeezing a dollop into his palm, and began stroking himself with his free hand.

You didn’t realize that he, too, was fully erect yet again until he reached over you and smeared some of the lubricant onto your sore clit, and said to Inupi, “Better make room for me too.”

Both you and Inupi looked up at Koko, wearing that ever-present mischievous smile of his, watching as his long, elegant fingers teasingly wrapped around his cock.

Inupi sat up on his knees again, pulling out of you. You shuddered at the sudden emptiness and lack of his body heat on top of you.

“What exactly are you suggesting, Koko?” he asked.

Koko, who only half thought Inupi would agree to this, had a sparkle in his eye and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting.” He looked at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “Whaddaya say, princess? Think you can handle both of us at once?” he asked, his fingers trailing toward your empty cunt.

You swallowed and nodded. “But….same….place, okay?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, love.”

The blood rushed to your cheeks. You could hardly maintain eye contact while making such a request.

“I mean…it’s stretchier that way, isn’t it? I don’t…I’ve never…tried the back way…rather just stick to what’s familiar, y’know…” you mumbled, looking away.

Koko nodded reassuringly, understanding just what you meant. With a kiss to the top of your head, he shimmied his way out from under you and rose to his knees. “Well, Inupi, you heard her. What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

“She’ll need more prep if we’re both gonna fit,” Inupi replied.

“Leave that to me.” Tossing him the bottle of lube, Koko took Inupi’s seat between your legs. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty before the three of you went forward with this, but there was none to be detected. He leaned in, touching his forehead to yours, cradling you gingerly before asking, “You sure you wanna do this?”

You reached for him, cupping his jaw as you nodded. “I do.”

That was all he needed to hear. He closed the distance between you, his soft lips pressed tenderly to yours for a brief moment. The sweetness was gone again when he dove back in for a second time, his kiss stingier than it had been seconds ago. He kissed you like he intended to devour you, biting into your bottom lip and dragging it as he pulled back, trailing kisses, licks, and bites down from the side of your neck to your torso, and finally down to where Inupi’s face had been.

His fingers traced over your entrance as he examined you, looking up to meet your eyes and then back down.

“Inupi really made a mess of you, didn’t he?” he chuckled, slipping his index and middle fingers into your pussy, scissoring them and watching as more of Inupi’s cum dribbled out of you. You whimpered in response, your head rolling to the side so you wouldn’t have to see.

“Hey now, eyes on me. You wanted this, remember?”

You forced yourself to look down at him as he worked a third finger into your cunt, squirming as he curled them up inside you and stroking your sensitive walls.

“ Good. Now, watch closely,” he said in that honeyed tone of his that warned you he had something devious in mind.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue through your folds, Inupi’s release collecting on his tongue, until he reached your clit with a light flick. He had that devilish look in his eyes as he showed you his tongue with an exaggerated bleh, all before gulping it down and proudly revealing to you his now-empty mouth like a magician pulling off a vanishing act, the way your walls clenched around his fingers at the sight only serving as fuel to his ego.

He smirked before diving back in, feasting on the combined taste of both you and Inupi while carefully stretching you with his fingers. A particular curl of his fingers earned him a gasp from you and an iron grip on his roots as you involuntarily bucked your hips against him. In response, he gave your clit a particularly long, hard suck that he released with a pop before continuing to trace patterns over it with his tongue.

“Koko, stop being a showoff,” Inupi interrupted.

“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this too,” Koko fired back, drawing your attention to the way Inupi liberally coated his dick in lubricant, eyes trained on the two of you. “Whatever, we’re almost ready anyway. Pass that here.”

Inupi gave him the bottle of lube, and Koko poured a generous amount into his hand before working it into you. It was your favorite, too, the one that had a pleasant tingle to it. Your walls relaxed around Koko’s fingers with ease, and with that, he slid his pinkie finger in with the other three. You hissed at the slight resistance, but fought your body’s instinct to tense up, letting Koko stretch his fingers this way and that.

He watched you carefully, studying your reactions to his movements to be sure you were fully comfortable like this before he and Inupi proceeded. And when you were good and ready, he withdrew his fingers and rose to his knees.

“Might be best if we go in at the same time, don’t you think, Inupi?”

Inupi nodded, humming in agreement.

They shifted, each of them kneeling with one of the other’s knees between their own. Inupi took both his and Koko’s cocks in his hand, unable to close his fingers around both of them together, spreading the lubricant the best that he could. Koko groaned, his hands on either side of Inupi’s head as he pressed their foreheads together, as he bucked into Inupi’s calloused hand. Inupi gave their cocks a squeeze, dragging his palm up and over their tips, and Koko gasped, pulling Inupi in for a heated kiss and moaning into his mouth.

Both of them could have finished like that, in each other’s embrace with your eyes on them, but, no, there were other matters to tend to. They broke their lip lock, both of their mouths gone dry, and turned to you.

Inupi laid back on the bed while Koko pulled you over. He situated himself between Inupi’s knees, guiding you to straddle Inupi as well.

“This’ll work better if you’re facing Inupi,” Koko said, brushing your hair to one side and kissing up your shoulder to your neck. “That’s okay, yeah?” he asked between kisses.

You took in how breathtaking Inupi looked beneath you – the moonlight trickling in and dancing over the smooth ivory of his chest, his hair messily sprawled out on the pillow, hair tie long discarded, and the hungry glow in his green eyes, watching you with anticipation.

You nodded.

Koko smiled, nipping at your shoulder.

“Good. Don’t think you need to see me from many more angles tonight anyway.”

Inupi took hold of their cocks again, lining up with your entrance while Koko spread your folds, resting his free hand on your hip to guide you down. You braced yourself with palms splayed on Inupi’s chest as you lowered yourself.

As soon as their tips breached your entrance, you winced. They were slow and careful, but the stretch was nothing Koko’s fingers could have fully prepared you for.

“Say the word and we’ll stop,” said Inupi, seeing the strained look on your face as you struggled to adjust.

You shook your head. “’m fine. It’s just…a lot,” you panted.

Inupi offered you his free hand, which you grasped firmly as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths. The pressure was overwhelming, but you relaxed, allowing gravity to be your guide as you let yourself sink down on them further. Koko snaked an arm up your torso, pressing your back to his chest. He panted, his breath hot on your neck. Both he and Inupi were struggling as well, the warm, wet confines of your cunt adding an amount of friction and tightness neither of them could have even fathomed until then.

It took patience, but eventually they were both fully seated inside you, and you could breathe, adjusting to the fullness. Your free hand took hold of Koko’s arm that still clutched you tightly against him, giving both his wrist and Inupi’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Inupi’s breathing was heavy. He raised his forearm to his glistening brow, wiping at the beads of sweat that were barely beginning to form.

Koko was the first to move, pulling back slightly and hissing at the friction, and pushing back in even slower. You whimpered, your quivering pussy clenching around them at even the slightest of movements.

“ Fuck, Inupi,” Koko rasped. “You feel that?” He repeated this motion several times, each thrust as slow and cautious as the previous. Koko guided your body, and you followed suit, small moans spilling from your lips with each attempt at rolling your hips.

Inupi’s hips bucked into you, and Koko’s breath hitched with a smile. And so, they continued like this, the pace of their thrusts alternating by half a beat, taking pleasure in the friction they provided for each other within your quivering walls. They gradually picked up speed and intensity, and the room came alive with a cacophony of strained moans and wet smacks.

Before you realized it, Koko had his arms hooked under your thighs and both he and Inupi were fucking into you feverishly, chasing their highs together.

“Inupi – hah – you feel amazing,” Koko said, struggling to form a full sentence. “We should – hah – do this…more often.”

Inupi managed to muster up a positive-sounding grunt in response.

Koko’s hand came to your neck once again, pinching under your jaw and turning your chin toward his face. “And you, princess,” he breathed, “you feel fucking fantastic. Look at that.” He turned you to look at Inupi’s flushed face and the dazed look in his eyes as he thrusted his hips up to meet yours. “Y’see what you do to us?”

Koko mouthed along the side of your neck and his hand trailed down to your clit, rolling it between the pads of his fingertips and swirling over it in a figure eight pattern that had you gripping down tight around the both of them.

“… close,” Inupi breathed, barely audibly.

Koko cocked his head. “What was that?”

“Gonna – hah – cum soon,” Inupi repeated, his voice trembling and raspy.

“Well, then,” Koko said, positioning his hands on your thighs. You could practically hear his grin. “Let’s finish this, shall we?” And with that, he pulled your legs out from under you, pressing you chest to chest with Inupi as he leaned over the top of you, drilling into your pussy.

Your hands once again found stability resting on Inupi’s chest, and you looked up at him, both of you with that lust-clouded haze in your eyes. You found yourself glancing down at his pale pink lips, his mouth sitting slightly agape, unintentionally licking your own lips at the sight.

“Princess, you know you can kiss him if you wanna,” Koko said teasingly between thrusts. “He’d love that, wouldn’t you, Inupi?”

You and Inupi looked at each other, the tension palpable and your minds in a fog. And before you had a second to think, your lips were crashing against his. He let out a surprised noise that morphed into a moan as you slammed your hips back against his and Koko’s cocks.

“ Shit,” Koko cursed as he continued pounding into you at a brutal pace, practically crushing you between himself and Inupi. He managed to snake his hand back to your clit, with a fervid determination to make you cum before either of them. He drew his fingers in quick, tight circles that had you squealing, bucking into his touch in search of more, more, more until you finally cascaded over the edge, tremors shaking through your body as a wave of pleasure unmatched by any you’d known before washed over you.

Koko and Inupi followed soon after while your cunt was still spasming around them, with Koko peppering the nape of your neck with kisses as he rode out his release and Inupi gripping tightly onto your thigh as his hot cum spilled into you for the second time tonight.

The three of you stayed there, utterly spent and unsure of your abilities to move, for what felt like an eternity before Koko got up, apprehensive to move, knowing the mess that was about to be made on your sheets, but pulled himself up nonetheless. You whined as he pulled his body heat away from you, and shuddered when you felt his dick exit your body with an obscene squelch. Inupi, also pulling out of you, gathered you in his arms and held you farther up his torso, in hopes of minimizing the mess while Koko ran to grab some towels.

When Koko returned mere moment later, he found you fast asleep in Inupi’s arms, with him gently rubbing the middle of your back. He paused, leaning in the doorway, admiring how cute you looked asleep on Inupi, quietly wishing to himself that more evenings could end like this. He would have stood there watching longer if not for Inupi catching him standing there staring instead of bringing over the damn towel.

Koko laid out the first towel beside Inupi, who carefully rolled you over onto your back before taking the second one to clean up the mess all over his abdomen.

“Ah-ah, wait,” Koko halted him, dragging his index and middle finger along Inupi’s stomach, collecting their combined release and sampling it.

“Just as I thought,” he said through a sly smile. “Better together.”

Inupi, flustered, but unwilling to show it, turned his face away. “You and that disgusting habit,” he fired back.

“You’re just saying that because you want a taste too but won’t admit it,” Koko said, playfully sticking his tongue out.

Inupi ignored him, turning instead to you, doing his best to clean you without waking you up. He found himself charmed, however, by your cute mewls as he delicately blotted the damp end of the towel around your sensitive lower body. Meanwhile, Koko rummaged through the closet, finding one of the big shirts you liked to sleep in. He brought it over, and the two of them carefully slid it over your head, got rid of the messy towels, and wrapped you in the softest blanket they could find. Inupi gently tucked the edges under you, and when he thought Koko wasn’t looking, kissed the top of your head.

But Koko saw. And he knew.

He knew that the feelings between himself and Inupi would never go away, and he knew that Inupi felt the same about you, and that you felt the same about the both of them. He knew that Inupi should just move in with the two of you already, and that he didn’t need to hide his feelings behind some preconceived, old-fashioned notion that you couldn’t all just love each other.

Maybe Inupi would say yes one of these days. Koko didn’t know what else he could do to convince him.

He sighed, tossing Inupi the pair of sweatpants he’d dug out for him.

“C’mon. Let’s let her rest.”

Inupi got up to go change in the bathroom, but was stopped by Koko at the door, grabbing his hand, brushing his thumb over Inupi’s knuckles. Inupi looked at him curiously, to which Koko responded by gingerly pressing their lips together. It was a sincere, heartfelt kiss, one that Koko hoped felt different than before. One that told Inupi he was loved and always welcome here.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokrev smut #tokrev x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #koko x reader #inui seishu x reader #inupi x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #seishu inui x reader #inupi #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers x reader

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veiledwinter · 4 months

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I so didn't mean for this to be this long. I'm sorry, please bear with me.

(Sorry for any spelling errors my English is not perfect)

You ever think gaz would be the type of guy to just one day decide "that's mine" and subtly (idk how to spell) worm his way into your life?

Like, say you've been friends for a long time, but you haven't seen each other in person for years even if you regularly keep in touch. You're not the type of person to post pictures of yourself so when the two of you finally meet up again he's not really ready for it.

Sure, he thought you were pretty before, but the small things you've changed, like the way you do your hair or the way you hold yourself now, have him hooked. He plays the long game, of course, ever the charmer. He is the reliable friend you can go to if you need anything. Feeling lonely? Movie night! Need to vent about work? He's always here for you. Feeling stressed and overwhelmed? He'll be right over to reassure you that everything will work out in the end.

He finds it endearing that you worry about him when he has to leave for work and promises to stay safe. He picks up on your hobbies and interests, the things you love and want and the things that irritates you.

Then, one day, he gifts you a beautiful white dress and tells you that he wants you to come with him to this event his going to as his date.

You, of course, agree. The dress is very extravagant, but you don't comment on it because you love it, and there's really no point making a fuss over something you like.

When you arrive, everyone's so sweet towards you, and they're congratulating you though you don't know what for — you just assume they're being nice or they must be mistaking you for someone else until Kyle makes his way over to you and tells you that you're gonna be late for you own wedding.

You're too stunned to protest because you realize he planned your wedding and invited you to it without you even knowing. And honestly, you're not apposed to it. I mean, where's the harm in marrying Kyle Garrick?

WAAHH, this is my first ask ever, but I really need to spread my Kyle agenda because not a lot of people write for him, and I think that's such a injustice.

ANYWAYS I hope you have a great day! And don't forget to drink water!

OHMYGAWD FIRST ASK EEEEEEE

Anon this is so good like I'm not even sure how to add on to this but I'll try!

Oh yes Kyle and making himself the most important person in your life. I just imagine him putting the wedding together — careful to ensure everything is to your liking, because this is for you.

He's just so enamored with you, he misses your warmth when he has to work and your little rambles about the things you like.

And when the wedding does roll around you're not as apposed to it as you think you should be. I mean, he technically went behind your back and did this without your permission but it's Kyle.

He's so sweet and handsome and patient with you, you find the idea of being his wife more appealing than anything. And really how can you say no when he looks at you like you hung the stars.

#veils rambles #cod x reader #cod mw2 #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader

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thefreakydeaky · 11 months

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You're No Good

Negan x Reader

Various TWD Characters x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

When you said good bye to your husband, that morning and he said “Be good.” You had every intention of doing so. You considered yourself a tame even tempered person. You didn’t go looking for trouble. It wasn’t your fault that trouble often seemed to be looking for you. Really it wasn’t.

In the parking lot of a big chain store you sat in your car messing around on your phone. Big crowds gave you anxiety. While it was a weekday and the middle of the day there were still quite a few people in the store, if the parking lot was anything to go by. Putting off human interaction for a few more minutes, you scrolled through your feed, occasionally hitting like on posts that made you smile. As you hit like on your cousin’s pregnancy announcement a notification popped up on the instant messaging icon. You clicked on it and the screen opened to a different page. A message from your ex-fiance. What you could see without opening it was “Hi…”

You looked at his picture. It was just him, no wife, girlfriend, or child. You would have felt more comfortable if there had been someone else with him. You told yourself not to make assumptions. Maybe enough time had finally passed and he was just checking on you. Besides not having anyone in his profile photo didn’t mean anything. Your husband wasn’t in yours. It could even just be spam. You clicked on his picture and it took you to his profile. You did sometimes wonder how his family was doing.

In the years since you ended your engagement you had lost three of your four grandparents. You had lost family friends and an aunt to the corona virus. You wondered if he had lost anyone during the first few years of the pandemic. You wondered if his grandparents were still around. Curious, you snooped on his page.

Selfie, selfie, selfie, something promoting his brother’s business, selfie, selfie, meme, more promoting, meme, meme. Nothing containing the information you wanted to know was on the page and you couldn’t go through his albums because you weren’t following each other’s accounts.

You went back to the message icon. You considered the possibility that he addressed those questions in the message. ‘Well,’ you thought, ‘What could it hurt?’. You opened the message.

- Hi… went to our place last night and it brought back a lot of good memories. I know we haven’t talked much since, but you been on my mind. How have you been? –

You frowned. He was giving you nothing and now the curiosity was pecking at your mind like a hen at a worm. Now you needed to know. You replied quickly.

-Hello. Yes, I remember the place. We always had a great time there. How have you been, how’s the family?-

You waited there a minute to see if he happened to reply quickly, but he didn’t. So, you closed the app and tried to refocus your energy on to the task at hand, quickly and efficiently getting what you needed from the store. You turned off the car, put your keys in your purse, picked up your iced coffee and got out.

Passing by the plus sized section you remembered that you wanted to get a new dress to wear to your husband’s company picnic. You huffed out a breath of annoyance,but made your way to the racks. As you flipped through the options you picked out the dresses you thought would look best and put them over your arm. Your husband wasn’t what you would consider a big deal in the company, but he did manage his department. This made you feel obligated to dress more nicely for the event.

Your phone rang as you entered the dressing room.

“Hello?” You greeted as you set down your things and began to undress.

“Hello, is this Mrs.Smith?” A low voice you imagined was female inquired.

You froze.

“Yes, this is she.”

“I wanted to let you know that your husband is having an affair.”

You felt like you had been hit in the stomach. All the air seemed to have left your lungs yet you knew it hadn’t because you were able to ask, “Is it you?”, in a steady voice.

“No! No. I’ve seen them flirting and sneaking around together. It’s not right that you don’t know.” She said.

You took a deep breath then let it out slowly.

“Well, I certainly know now, don’t I?”

The line was quiet.

“Thank you for your concern.” You forced something that sounded like sincerity into your tone.

“Yes, well. Good Luck. Good bye.” She managed to say briskly before she hung up.

You rolled your eyes as you quickly saved the number to your contacts with the day’s date as the name. You would deal with Negan later.

You picked a strapless idigo colored sundress that had a twisted knot detail at the neckline. You had a newish pair of sandals at home that would go well. You placed the dress in your basket and moved on to the hygeine aisles.

You had only been looking through the conditioner section for a few minutes when you heard your name being called.

You turned to look and recognized the bearded handsome man standing in the mouth of the aisle.

“Hey, neighbor.” You offered him a smile.

“Is that all I get?” Rick asked sheepishly.

You laughed a little and went and hugged him.

His arms went around you and squeezed.

“Haven’t seen you in… forever.”

The acceptable amount of time to let go of you would have been right then, but he held onto you.

“Yeah, It’s been a while.” You commented.

Rick gave you one more squeeze before he let go.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, a smile on his lips.

“Good, good. I’ve been trying to adjust to being a stay at home wife. Which, honestly, isn’t so bad.”

“A stay at home wife? So, you married him.” He remarked.

“Yupp. It’ll be a year next month.” You looked away from his bright blue gaze. “How’s your wife?”

“Be honest, you don’t actually care to know how Laurie is.” Rick scoffed.

You cleared your throat.

“I was being polite.”

“Well, you don’t need to be. We’ve been divorced for three years now. If it wasn’t for Carl I wouldn’t care one bit what happens to that woman.” He admitted.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Three years? That’s right around the time…we moved.” You tried to read it in his eyes.”Did I-Was it because of what we did?”

“Oh, it wasn’t your fault. Laurie and me, we’d been having problems for years. It had built up by the time that all went down. If anything those few weeks with you made me realize how unhappy I was and gave me hope that I could be happy again.”

“I’m sorry it ended the way it did. I should have given you a heads up or done more to stop it.” You apologized, a frown on your face.

Rick took your hand in his.

“Don’t be. There was nothing you could of done.”

You gazed into one another’s eyes. It was still there. The heat between you. You could feel it pulling you in.

“Hey, I’d love to sit down and have a cup of coffee with you. Can we exchange numbers?” His pretty blue eyes were lit with hope.

You nodded and took out your phone. You gave him your phone number and he gave you his. Then you said good bye and went back to doing the shopping.

#negan x reader #Rick Grimes x Reader #negan smith x reader #Rick TWD x Reader #Negan TWD x Reader #the walking dead x reader

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