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libidomechanica · 2 months

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The Masters lie

A Kelly lune sequence

But prudence is slain. The Master’s lie? For when the woods!

) But given you see. And babbles that all satisfied.

III

Take, oh, take turns to progress silver anvils, and play.

Beneath the substance, and I defaced. Which I will sure!

Might this fair surpasseth. And the like; she taught my way.

As the breath the same? Noon, there is no one to bless this.

VII

Water shall not wait? Years for whose grace the Shepherd’s crook.

VIII

She tells her lo’e nae man but with shot, her breast.&Somewhere.

Those faire to be! Sulk upon him who first learne spelling.

When small bird? Our morning beneath a Double Burden.

Trees of a Ghazál. For pleasure shade, where these forests.

XII

Her several part. -Ah! Love spark that need’st thou shalt do!

XIII

That time—so just lie under the while as is the heart.

XIV

Hopes which I don’t believe it. I’ll wed another’s fate!

And would come to bid farewell! That spread with misgouernaunce.

XVI

For all as a man! The woman beare, moste is, a fool.

XVII

Rip away the Lambe? Naked as horse? Full of the year.

XVIII

As you can no more than mine. Now it ran bright contain!

XIX

Drying in the blue. Turned half-round them. Love’s great god Pan.

Towards the Hunter’s near. The tear is used. Our girls, she fell.

XXI

With horses dark again is sweetest scent. Let me go.

XXII

And lo! But mutual bliss, when shifted round by thee.

XXIII

Speak to injure. And baby. In faith is strange to meet.

XXIV

Thee is but a voyage done! Had leuer my father one.

XXV

But weave, weave them sighing and with all mine ears, their troth?

XXVI

Is made of chamber studs, my hunting the way to death!

XXVII

Pick up bad habits of power: and wives! Remember?

XXVIII

I’ll wed another lay. She is not its signified.

XXIX

A carpenter braue. Rocks that brought it, and I defaced.

XXX

My sonne of his sole obiect best of Eternity.

XXXI

To her face! To keep them with his mind prints his own skin.

XXXII

Nay, but would he hankers, I never collide? Again.

XXXIII

I will break. When I perhaps, thou art? Ridiculous.

XXXIV

Last. Thus vainly this test—thy body answer; feeling.

XXXV

A wheel echoes breaks. Cowards me pain. They slander so!

XXXVI

These hallways. Well is it seemed to feed our idle shell.

XXXVII

But drove Confusion change to me, nor smell, desire!

XXXVIII

In this closely fused as fuel, heat, a breathing. His wont.

XXXIX

—Alas! So not eares, but was a rose that from bedde.

Of sweet love, nor rested day by day prepare my Fall!

XLI

And layd him dead. Somehow— I know in the outlet thee.

XLII

There came to some light. I write, before we grow older.

XLIII

All thought, mark me, Peona! I try to make us poor.

XLIV

Take it sweet dreams are bad. The blue as you could you more?

XLV

What’s freedom a drug that’s bought availed: he was brought to.

XLVI

My lord was like a sea-fish. What if with thanks and cream?

XLVII

Paws, and bids make all but Luther’s hunger mouth and lo!

XLVIII

Nurse of you and yet three castle gate, pulling yourselves.

XLIX

I felt the pleasure. Year be spring home till his eye.

My clenched hand; she remember. Take, oh, take them more spell.

She fell. Nut have fresh bend of some stooped down some mischiefe.

LII

-Be quicke. Her een sae bright gold sands, islands, and so long.

LIII

Quit, quit for the iewell. To sell her stand open wyde.

LIV

You came into the click of the shoe or slip or fall.

As on a shelf. At last I saw not, hearing her word?

LVI

As Lady Psyche as she laid a feeling are one.

LVII

Met wi’ an auld man. That keeps with many a fine knack.

LVIII

Did for my voyage done! See her, look upon her face!

LIX

That, in purple cleft brings a great harmes resist? The eye.

Julia, that Do; what Thyself and yourselves. Water, war!

LXI

My stumbling chanced that he could keep a purer joy?

LXII

Late at night, and in, from which gave upon a feature?

LXIII

Entered into his sweet purse-mouth when the common-sense!

LXIV

Bathing of my heart. Its girth; but when the stones, their sun.

LXV

Than the isle of Dew. Savage and press? Sleeker than mine.

LXVI

First of human kind. Would often deuoured they be fair.

LXVII

Well, Sir, awful power shall our blood; it groan’d, and weep.

LXVIII

That your isolation! Sing me a foot and a pose.

LXIX

A flowers in your books, on your arm. An offices.

LXX

Wonder at the poor lambkins from the heavenly tune?

LXXI

Would they were met by my heart. So removèd by our praise.

LXXII

Against thy calling. Glass of earth tis his fancy-sick.

LXXIII

It makes its sound and wept. Make the snow, whether absence!

LXXIV

You tell me all so often and with pity and die.

LXXV

From her proof of desolate rockfields. But surely die.

LXXVI

—To the doubtful smile and green. In the flockes be vnfedde.

LXXVII

So witen ech other. These things? He fixed thee? The year.

LXXVIII

There at the wild-briar is swerving. That will be dear.

LXXIX

The though the grass; shapeless this. Full many lesings one!

LXXX

Died thee? Let love, as a dream: yet such a paradise.

LXXXI

As Horace fat, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least.

LXXXII

Stood silent: for the iewell. Will to pre-occupy.

LXXXIII

Ah! In the nipple; paps tractable as udders were.

LXXXIV

The flashlight pendulum. Where is no reason at all.

LXXXV

For I have done in tender mistresses. And wonder.

LXXXVI

He heavenly zone. Full in the dore, and how soon thine.

LXXXVII

Above a shooting. I was lost in the land, with leaves.

LXXXVIII

He hoasts and having no such a Surplus as feeds Hell.

LXXXIX

And spread greyly eastward, that like an arrow for me.

Hunt all beauties flow? Why did I wonders the heauens height.

XCI

May so farewell! The mouing of her manners, wit, or face!

XCII

Commend thee. But he must curse the happy was the sun.

XCIII

Another skin from my wounds. So that was once esteem.

XCIV

My husband is he gone? Pale death, dear Cloe, and silence.

XCV

For thee to repeat. To steal and cleft the spirit well?

XCVI

With her glory from the edge. He that place and tower.

XCVII

Truth suppress’d. Upon this guilty with the lave o’t!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #191 texts #Kelly lune sequence

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tiodolma · 1 year

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Okay, now, I’m not sleepy! You can also erase the other ask, so long story short… Morgan and Merlin come from a post Camelot where Mordred and Arthur killed each other at the battle of Camlann. Merlin wasn’t around, because he was imprisoned with magic by Vivian/Nimueh (I’ll let you decide) and it took some time for Morgan to free him from that prison. Morgan and Merlin become good friends over the years and somehow find themselves in another world, aka BBC Camelot.

Will they be together? Eventually, but it takes a while for them to do so. Think slow burn. Here’s a bit of scenes shenanigans!

Morgan: I’m not getting married. Not now, not ever.

Advisors of Essetir: B-But your majesty think of the rumors. They’re unsavory. They say that you and your advisor are–

Morgan: What? Lovers? *snorts* Lies, utter lies. Merlin and I are friends, nothing more.

…

Hunith: You seem close. *looks at Morgan playing with her son, Merlin*

Merlin: We are, but we’re not together. Never were.

Hunith: *nods* Not together, perhaps, but probably intimate in the way men and women are.

Merlin: I will not confirm nor deny that.

…

Merlin: *looks at the dead Cenred* Was such force necessary?

Morgan: Either to kill or be killed. If anything, it was done out of self-defense.

Merlin: Not how the court sees it.

Morgan: *shrugs* That’s what I have you for, don’t I? You know how to smooth your way out of trouble.

Months later…

Merlin: *looks at the dead Sarrum* This is going to be a political nightmare.

Morgan: Oh, relax, we’ll be fine.

Merlin: Two kingdoms, Morgan, we have conquered two kingdoms.

Morgan: Not my fault king Sarrum decided to attack our kingdom. No one can blame us fighting back, out of self-defense.

Merlin: *pinches the bridge of his nose* That’s not what they’ll think.

Morgan: *waves her hand* Again, we’ll be fine.

I love it hhhhhhhhhhh

I just realized that with the way this is going and judging by how young bbc merlin still is, Camelot’s Uther will attack next 😂 sarrum was his ally and he just wont stand by.

Merlin: I told you this was going to be a political nightmare

Morgan: darling, you’re not seeing the bigger picture!

Merlin: (eye twitching) what bigger picture, darling?

Morgan: we defeat camelot and uther, bring the kingdom under out control, united albion will come early.

Merlin: (facepalm) cheating destiny, are we?

Morgan: (strokes his chin) this time we make our own destiny, dear merlin.

Merlin: and what of this world’s arthur? How will he be king?

Morgan: (now sitting on his lap) Hunith tells me she has a relative that is a courtier in Camelot. He’ll raise arthur when Uther is dead and make the boy-king sympathetic to our cause.

Merlin: (wraps his arm around her waist, realizing, the camelotian courtier will be the stand in for sir ector at least in this world) verily, woman, by the name our lord and savior jesus christ, you have thought this one out too thoroughly

Morgan: (whispering in his ear) now i challenge you, love

Merlin: (chokes on air) love?!

Morgan: you decide what to do with Uther’s bastard princess. (Bites his ear lobe)

Merlin: (tightens his hold on her waist) she shall grow up with arthur but she shall be trained here for 3 months every year until her power grows.

Morgan: (stand abruptly and claps) i knew you’ll see it my way <3

Merlin: (watches her as she strides out the room like nothing happened) thirty years... thirty years and i could never still resist her (sigh)

...........

A few months later, Merlin, watches the younger Merlin stare longingly at the pretty little magical girl that just arrived. The boy is holding a bunch of flowers he just picked from the meadow.

Merlin: you okay there, bud?

BBC Merlin: who is she? Is she a fae?

Merlin: she’s a noble girl, daughter of the duke of cornwall. She’ll be staying with us for a month.

BBC Merlin: is she like me? Is she magic too?

Merlin: what do you think

BBC Merlin: My chest hurts here (points to the center) when i look at her

Merlin: why?

BBC Merlin: i cant breathe.

Merlin (amused) why?

BBC Merlin: (scrunches up his eyebrows) because she is very pretty, sir. I think I have been enchanted, sir.

Merlin: (trying not to laugh) Oh no! what are we to do?

BBC Merlin: (tears start to form in his eyes) Am I sick? Don’t I need to counter this spell?

Just then Morgan and Hunith walks nearer to them, bringing young morgana with them as well

Morgan: Morgana, the old man is Lord Merlin, my advisor. the boy is also Merlin. He’s a student of magic here.

BBC Morgana: (nods tightly and curtsies)

BBC Merlin: (walks up to the girl and hands her flowers) welcome to essetir, my lady

Merlin: ohohoho

BBC Morgana: (stares at Merlin)

BBC Merlin: (stares at her)

Staring match ensues

BBC Morgana: how did you know I like flowers?

BBC Merlin: Um you are very pretty

BBC Morgan: Your eyes are very blue

BBC Merlin: I like your eyes too! They are very green! Like the leaves on the trees in the early morn! Wait, did you enchant me?

BBC Morgana: How would I do that? I don’t have magic!

BBC Merlin: I have magic, look (creates a butterfly which then lands on Morgana’s flowers)

BBC Morgana: This is amazing. (Steps into bbc merlin’s personal space) Show me more.

BBC Merlin: You are not scared?

BBC Morgana: No

BBC Merlin: do you want to play? (Holds out his hand)

BBC Morgan: (smiles for the 1st time since her father died) i want to play

and the kids run off, forgetting their elders

Hunith: oh my. He doesn’t even do that back when we lived in our village

Morgan: they just threw all good manners out of the window

Merlin: (shakes his head while laughing)

Morgan: (hitting Merlin with her elbow) still smitten with every pretty young thing, isn’t he?

Merlin: hey!

Hunith: He said she was enchanting. (Giggles)

Merlin: before you three came to us, he thought he was spellbound.

Hunith: to be fair none of our village girls could compare to her.

Morgan: my dear you are most kind.

Merlin: that girl will have him wrapped around her finger real soon (sighs)

Hunith: (stares at the two of them) you’d know about that huh.

Merlin: Such is the bane of good little boys but it’s also a blessing. For beauty such as that is a gift that must be cherished.

Morgan: So at such a tender age, he’s also worrywart and a flirt.

Merlin: can you blame him though.

Morgan: not really 😌

#mergana #lololol #this is so fun

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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coming in | h. aki

➳ tags ;; smut, fem!reader, unprotected sex, intimacy, clothed sex, aki fucking you in a dress shirt good lord, mild praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie

➳ wc ;; 1.6k

➳ a/n ;; this man has been rotting my brain for so long. can’t believe i didn’t write this sooner ngl lmfao. anyways.. aki.. hand in marriage.

➳ plot ;; aki comes home to you after a mission

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“You left the lights on,”

You’re startled by his presence. Maybe that’s only natural. Aki has gotten so good at hiding the sound of his footsteps - it’s easy to miss. You can feel his presence though. It’s familiar, the imagery. His silhouette is shadow-laden - hair still tied up neatly, suit and sword and all. He only just got home.

You’re tired but not tired enough to sleep so you merely blink at him wistfully, yawning. How many days has it been since he’s been home? It had to have been at least 3, maybe 4. You mask your excitement with nonchalance, a gentle roll of your shoulders. Cracking your knuckles, you yawn.

“I always do,”

“Always?”

You chuckle at his surprise. You don’t mean to be cheesy, after all. But it’s hard to miss the little sway in his voice, the overwhelming adoration. He takes off his shoes.

“Always,” you parrot. He almost seems hesitant to approach you. Only when you unfurl your form and place your feet on the ground - arms open, does he think about coming towards you. He gives you a half smile. In the low-lights, the way his coat slides off his body seems more substantial than it ever did. The way it slides of muscular shoulders and gets placed over the back of the couch.

Next to come is his tie, loosens it slowly and carefully but doesn’t take it off. It always stays around his neck like everything that comes with him. Still, he approaches you. Sits next to you on the couch and leans over one side.

For a while you two simply face each other, the comfortable company. His eyes are full of an unbearable love but his expression is dull. It’s a misery even you can’t wash away.

You don’t try, and neither does he - sitting there and admiring each other is enough. He rests his cheek on your couch and hums.

“Doesn’t the light bill get expensive?”

You laugh.

“I make more than you,”

He doesn’t take any offense. It’s a reminder that you’re human, wholly so - and he finds himself smiling again. It grows quiet for a while, your heart thumping in your chest. His shirt is unbutton just beneath his chest and you can see all the lean muscle in his skin. The veins in his forearms as they cross over it. You swallow.

“Come here,” ― he instructs, sitting down on the couch and patting his lap ― “I missed you,”

His voice is so nice. A little raspy, but so pleasant and soothing. Like cold water against your warm skin. You crawl towards him, but he pulls you over until you’ve straddled his hips. With his hands at your waist, he presses you down firmly. Your hands shoot up to his shoulders to hold you steady, and he laughs at you.

Without another thought, his mouth moves against yours with longing that you can feel in your core. He’s really something when he kisses - his tongue is so expert, you would’ve believed he’s done it a thousand times. His hand presses against your cheek as he kisses you, travels down to your neck and holds it. It’s not forceful but commanding.

Your hands are fisted in his shirt, breath snatched right out of your lungs. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and tug - dark eyes looking right into yours with desire so heavy it burns. You whine - soft and low. You know he’ll take care of you, know it in the way his hands settle on your hips and make you brush against him slow.

“Keep kissing me,” is all he says as he travels his hands underneath your pajama shorts. Aki’s fingers are long, steady - you can always feel how easily they could reach inside of you without trying. You whimper into his mouth when he toys with your clit - but he kisses you more forcefully, forces all of your attention right on him.

“Aki,”

“Be patient,”

He always seems so calm - so collected. He always does how he pleases with your body, knows how to work through your first orgasm with easy. When he breaks away from the kiss, his mouth wraps around your tits underneath clothes. He’s a tease through and through, tongue licking at the fabric covering your nipples till they’re hard in his mouth.

“Your t-shirt is so thin” ― he kisses the hardened bud with a hum ― “I can almost see through it,”

Your brain feels fuzzy with thoughts of him. You feel hazy and sleepy and taken care of it - urged to do more for him even though he wont let you. He’s too busy playing with your clit, making your thighs ache and twitch as an orgasm rocks through you with almost violence. You feel starved for his touch in a way you didn’t know you were - rocking your hips against his hand.

Aki is always like this - loves you so much it can feel obsessive. His head is always cool but his teeth sink into your neck and his fingers tear you apart with an orgasm like it’s nothing. Your body is molded to the shape of his palms, the blade of his sword, the heat of his mouth - it’s all his anyways. It could never been anyone elses.

The tension in your belly is so taught, your trembling over his. Your kisses grow more desperate, sloppier with too much tongue and saliva. You’re begging into his mouth.. for what?

“Aki, aki - ‘m gonna cum ― !”

You squeal, burying your face in his neck as an orgasm rips your being in two. You’re soaked through your pants, running down your thighs. You can feel his fingers still, brush gently over the swollen nub.

“Good job, baby” his praise is simple, but the words are strained. You can feel his cock pressed against the shape your pussy and you whimper a little. Your eyes have a hazy lust that Aki always seems taken aback by. Like, for some reason, he’s shocked you want him.

But you do, which is why you’re hands ar fisted and banging his shoulder.

“Aki, please,”

And he gets the message, he really does. Still, he can’t resist the urge to tease you a little longer. He unzips his slacks slow, lets his hard cock spring free until it leaks against his work-shirt. It’s red on the tip - swollen and pretty and long. Instead of fucking you right away like he knows you’re so desperate for, he grins. Loose black hairs cover his face and eyes - he looks prettier than ever.

He bangs the head of his cock right against your puffy clit - rubs it between your folds while he holds your hips down and forces you to grind on it. It makes you feel so restless - so helpless. You can’t do anything bu wrap your arms around his neck and hold back a moan.

“You want it that bad? So wet you’re gonna stain my clothes,”

You whine.

“Aah, aah,”

“Speak up for what you want, Y/N” ― his grin is wide, egotistical. He knows your body better than anything in the world. That’s why he’s pulled your shirt up over your tits, curving the outline with his mouth ― “What do you want so bad that you sound like this?”

“Fuck me, Aki - please,”

He’s amused with the way he laughs.

“Watch me while I do it then”

He makes you look down at it when he does - watch it go in inch by inch. You’ve crumpled his shirt with your hands, wrinkled it bad enough he’ll have to iron it later. You make a pretty little sound that makes him groan. Stretching your walls out inch by agonizing inch - it feels so good you drool.

“It’s tight,” he hisses. He presses his lips to the crown of your head before holding your ass in his palms. He pulls you apart to fuck you proper - lets his cock thrust into you with deep strokes. The rhythm isn’t too fast. It feels like he’s massaging your insides with his dick - confidence to make you cum.

He rests his hand on your belly, his thumb against your clit.

“Take it easy and cum one more time for me,” ― he punctuate his words with a kiss “Give me one more”

You whine something so hoarsely you barely hear it. The pressure from him against your g-spot so achingly slow, the pleasure from your clit. Your second orgasm hits you in a heavy blown, like a mallet on hot iron. You’re spasming around his cock without another chance to breathe.

“Oh, Aki -”

Whatever words left seem to die in your mouth as Aki fixes you with a praise and chases his own high with a relentless pace. It’s so hard and fast - overstimulating you completely. You’re distracted by heady groans about how much he loves. Too drunk on the feeling, you simply hold his shoulders and beg for his cum. It’s what he deserves, anyway.

He finishes - with a loud fuck and his forehead pressed against yours. You can feel him inside, peppering his face with kisses as he rides out his high for you.

It’s all tender, all warm. The yearning in your chest has subsided steadily as you hold each other in heated embrace. He looks at you softly, smiling.

“You wanna know something?”

“Hm?

He chuckles.

“I really like doing it with the lights on,”

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#aki x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #utter brainrot for this man #like i literally #i wrote this in an hour #writing tag #spice cake

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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Can I maybe request the resident evil boys and how they are with a plus size s/o? Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

Sorry this took so long! I have personal stuff to deal with at home but I did get my COVID shot like yesterday 😊 anyway ENOUGH about me. I love this.

Genre // Fluff ; comedy ;

TW // thicc thighs, b00tay,

Characters: Chris Redfield (obviously 🙄🤚🏽) , Piers Nivans, Carlos Oliveira x gender neutral reader

Chris Redfield

GUYS

We have a man who’s into plus size women/men

He likes other people too but plus size women/men 🤤🤤

He loves to cuddle you dude I swear to Fuckkk

His favourite part of you are your thighs — Oh my lord them thighs

Chris will also always have to be touching you, weather it be holding your hands, arms wrapped around you, or hands in the pockets of your jeans you had to hop into for 20 minutes behind that ass is PH—

Like if this man can die and he got to choose how, your thighs or your tummy. He’d die the happiest man on earth

He loves all your stretch marks. Will literally call them Tiger stripes

There was this time you leaned down to grab something and 🧍🏾‍♀️

Anyway

Let’s move on before this gets NSFW

There are some days you feel hella insecure because of your weight and Chris always knows how to make you feel better

He holds you and cuddles tf out of you then buys you food

He can pick you up so easily. I mean LOOK AT THEM ARMS BRUH 👀👀

Will casually place his head on your boobies(if your a woman)/chest

You were getting ready for you day and you were trying to put on some jeans you had for years and never wore before, so you decided why tf not try them on today

After like 16 minutes of hopping and grunting Chris came in to you leaned over the bed, jeans at your thighs while panting and he smirked “oh? You want some?”

“Chris goddamn Redfield, behave yourself! I can’t get them on….”

“Fine, I’ll help”

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Piers Nivans

Another man who has AMAZING taste in men/women

He genuinely doesn’t care about your weight as long as your healthy and happy that’s all he really cares about

His favourite part of you? THAT ASS BOI 👀

He’s an ass man. What can I say??

Randomly smacks your ass

Hell he’ll do it in public. He doesn’t care

He loves to cuddle you on the couch and place his hands on wherever he can reach without moving. Which is usually your boobies/chest, thighs or tummy

If you’re the type that has a semi flat tummy and the rest of you is thicc as fuck kinda like an hour glass. Expect him to be ALL over you

Wont hesitate to fight a bitch if they make fun of you because your weight

Calls your stretch marks beautiful

Calls your cellulite amazing

Calls you outstandingly beautiful/handsome

You and Piers were at the mall and piers was wondering around. You were looking at different bras/shirts at a store since you needed some more

Piers somehow found you ans he decided to sneak up behind you and smack your ass for no reason at all. You quickly turned around thinking it was some stranger but realised it was Piers

“ oh my god! Piers!” You whines as you jokingly punched his arm

“What?? I couldn’t resist!”

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Carlos Oliveira

He loves all types of men/women, any body type. He just looks are personality and if you’re a good person or not

He loves your body. Especially your thighs 👀👀

Your cheeks OH MY LORD THEM CHEEKS (upstairs ya Nasty 📸📸)

He will give you his hoodies/over sized shirts because one; you look cute in them. Two; you look cute in them. Three; you already guessed it — he loved how you look in them

There are times you feel insecure about yourself and Carlos always knows how to make you feel better

He’ll cuddle you, kiss you do anything to make you feel better

Buys and tries different foods with you

Will carry you around the house because big stronk boi

Will burry his face in your thighs 😀 that is all

Carlos was walking around the house with you casually on his back, you held on for dear life whenever he hopped or something

“Carlos! If I fall I’m bringing you with me!”

“Fun, I’d have a lot of cushion!”

#resident evil 3 #resident evil 6 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil x reader #resident evil #Chris Redfield #chris redfield x reader #piers Nivans #piers nivans x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #plus size

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aj-the-cat · 3 years

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Movie Night Confusion

Masterlist

Undertaker (~1993) and F!Reader

Tags: @ava-valerie

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Warnings: None

"Paul, are you sure you want me to look after him? He's a grown man after all, a zombie one at that."

Paul Bearer frantically gathered things left amd right, putting them in a duffle bag while a small woman stood, watching his frantic behavior.

"He needs to be looked after! He doesn't even know what a TV is, he's basically a child!" Paul barked out. He stuffed one last item in the bag, a golden urn, and zipped the bag close.

"I'm off to the Mortician's expo. Men are waiting on me." The round man waddled out of the room you two were in, into the living room amd out the front door.

The woman followed him to the living room, stopping by the large framed man sitting in a chair, reading a book on what looked like serial killers and their murders.

She's never met the man before, and his choice in literature already gave her some bad vibes. 'Paul has always told me how great he is. I hope he wasn't lying.'

Carefully, she approached him amd started introducing herself. "Um, hello! Im your caretaker, at least I think. I'm Y/N."

The man didn't look up from his book. 'Great.' She thought. 'A man who wont even greet a houseguest. Absurd.' She sighed and walked to the couch, trying to see if she could spot a remote to turn the TV on.

Although something caught her eye. Spider webs and dust clinged heavily on the TV and VHS cabinet. 'How odd.' Her eyebrows furrowed as she swiped a finger across the screen, and dust caked her finger.

A bit grossed out, she wiped her finger off on her pants and got up to grab a paper towel to wipe off all the nastiness.

Unbeknownst to her, the man in the chair silently closed his book, set it aside with gloved hands, and watched the woman through thick ropes of ginger hair.

She grabbed paper towels from the kitchen and set to work dusting the TV and cabinet. The man in the chair curiously watched her, stiff and unmoving.

When the woman finished her unneeded task, she got up and jumped a little when she noticed the man staring at her from the chair. His frame fit the entire chair, wearing all black with a grey tie and grey gloves.

His face remained hidden by his hair hanging down in his face. A chill ran down the womans spine. 'Holy shit he's creepy. And hot.' Pink dusted the womans cheeks.

The woman regained her composure and took a deep breath in, then out. "Ok Mr. No Name, Im gonna help you remove that creep factor of yours then we'll watch a movie. Deal?" She looked for any sign for agreement on the man, but he remained unmoving.

She hid a groan and set off to the guest room, grabbing a comb and some hair ties. She returned to the living room and walked in front of the man. "I'm gonna do your hair. Lord knows what you can see with it in front of your face."

Again, no answer from the man but she set off to work, gently combing out the ginger locks. Surprisingly with how matted it looked, there were no knots whatsoever. 'Whatever his hair routine is, he better give me some pointers.'

After combing through his hair, the woman got behind the chair and pulled the front locks to the back and tied them back into a mini ponytail, holding them there for now. 'Holy CRAP his hair is soft!'

She shook off the feeling on touching his hair more, and went around to the front to see how she did, and also getting a good look at his face.

Green eyes pierced her soul, and another chill went down her spine. A straightened pout of a mouth met ginger beard, going up to his sideburns. 'Oh. My. God.' More pink went to her cheeks.

She quickly stopped staring at the hunk lf a man sitting in fromt of her and noticed the tie and gloves. "You aren't going anywhere, why would you wear gloves and a tie now?" She asked. Still no answer.

Carefully, she walked toward him more and took one of his gloved hands. A cold feeling immediately took over her, and she resisted the urge to drop his hand. 'God his hands are so cold! Even through his gloves!'

Shaking off that feeling, she gripped the edge of the glove and peeled it off, revealing calloused hands and a tattoo on his wrist. She went to the other hand, green eyes following her actions with curiousity, and she took off that one too. Another tattoo and more rough hands.

She then got up and wemt to tame off his tie, purposely getting close to him to take everything in. Thankfully the tie was a clip on. She went back and wemt to the couch, hiding her face from the man. 'Leather. Wood. And a slight hint of dead bodies?'

In her earlier cleaning of the TV and VHS cabinet, she found the remote. Surprisingly the batteries were new but it was never new. "I already picked out a movie, I hope you like it." She smiled a bit and sat down on the couch, having already placed the VHS into the VCR.

She looked back at the man and patted the seat next to her, hoping he would finally move and sit next to her. "I'm not turning the movie on until you get over here."

She gave a playful glare, and surprisingly, the man got out out of his chair, stiffly, and walked over to the couch and sat down beside her.

'That was surprisiny easy.' She shook off her surprise and turned on the TV. It was some old movie but the title caught her eye so she chose it. The man beside her stared intently at the TV, confusion written on his face. She thought nothing of it and got comfortable, watching the movie.

~*~*~

About halfway through, the womans eyelids grew heavy with sleep, and the mans confused stare at the TV didnt let up.

The woman let out a small yawn, and slowly fell sideways, into the lap of the man. She fell asleep almost immediately, small snores coming from her small figure.

When her head hit his thighs, the man snapped out of his confused state and looked down at the bundle of sleep and hair in his lap.

Now really confused, he stared at her for a moment before realizing she wouldnt wake. What a confusing thing, sleep.

Everything confused the poor man, but he didnt let it show. He was quite enthralled at the persistence of this woman. Usually Paul would give up when he wouldnt answer him back.

Carefully, he reached his hand up and stroked the womans hair. It was soft. What a feeling to him, softness. Thoughts swirled in his head and pink dusted his cheeks. The only sign of life to an otherwise dead human being.

He continued stroking her hair and closed his eyes, mimicking what the woman did when she fell asleep. He layed his head back on the couch, and he finally felt at peace.

This went on for a couple hours, and the TV turned to static when the movie turned off but the man didnt notice.

Paul eventually came home, mumbling something about being ripped off. He looked up and saw the sight before him. His Undertaker with his eyes closed, stroking the hair of the woman asleep in his lap and the TV playing static.

"Oh, lord." Paul groaned loudly and hurried off to his room, preparing himself for the years to come of questions and blissful innocence lost.

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catzula · 3 years

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(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument.

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down."

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!"

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth.

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food.

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-"

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious.

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-.

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge.

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure."

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell.

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in.

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were.

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water.

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous?

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower.

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?"

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing.

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities?

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown.

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu."

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde.

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room.

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up.

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged.

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously.

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with."

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first."

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here."

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet.

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure."

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother.

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay.

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen.

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it.

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him.

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing.

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people."

It was true.

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing.

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!"

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

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fallingfor-fics · 2 years

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Teachers Pet- chapter 60: spring break

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Chapter 59

It was the day everyone was leaving for break and my stress levels had never been so high. Seeing my mother after all this time was going to be insanely chaotic and I was definitely not prepared no matter how much I tried to ready myself. I had finished packing and was all ready to go whenever I needed. I was just going to apparate but I was stalling as much as possible. Helping Hermione and Ginny pack, along with Draco and the rest of the boys.

I said my long goodbyes to all of them and even said bye to Remus. He obviously could tell what I was doing but just accepted it and said his goodbyes as well. It was around three and I knew I needed to get going soon. But I decided to go say one last goodbye. Making my way down to the dungeons, taking my time to walk there and knock on Severus' door. I knew he had not left yet because he would have said goodbye first. It was quiet for a while but after a minute it opened slightly and a very bothered Severus was standing there, "Hey whats up?" I asked moving to walk in but he lightly put a hand on my shoulder, "I'm in the middle of something, could you give me just a moment" he asked sternly and I just nodded and stepped back, he shut the door quickly and I furrowed my brows. What could he possibly be doing that he was in such an awkward state. He seemed so spent and cold. Like he was having a very important conversation with someone. I pushed my ear to the door not being able to resist and could hear his deep muffled voice. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I heard a second voice chime in. I couldn't tell who it was though. It didn't sound like Albus or any of the other teachers. But it did sound familiar. They were talking very softly but I could tell it was a man. It sounded a little tense.

Severus POV

"Look Lucius, you need to stay out of this, it's none of your business!" Severus stated trying to keep his voice down, "Oh come on Severus we both know why im here, he sent me to ask you how your assignment is coming along, I know more than I should about you and the girl, and I have no interest in telling him, but I wont go against any of his orders and you know that." Severus shook his head annoyed, "Oh I am well aware, but I can not rush anything he will have to be patient if he wants everything to work out." Lucius laughed and scoffed at him. "Oh come on Severus, I don't know if you recall me being there the day we almost had her and you foolishly let her slip through your fingers and let us be attacked by a girl and a cowardly little dog." Severus was seething and looked at him with dark eyes, "Well I don't think the dark lord would be happy to hear about you housing her in your home for an entire weekend, and fooling around with her as well." Lucius looked away at that and scoffed, "Well I tried to let him know but then someone just had to play hero and save her." Severus was squeezing his fists tight, "if I had just stood there and let those fools take her my cover would have been blown, I have to play the part and you know that." Lucius smiled at the man, "I know just how committed you are to this role, Severus. But just remember what you are going to have to do in the end. You can't protect her from the inevitable no matter how hard you try. The dark lord always gets what he wants." Severus didnt like that sentence in the slightest, especially since deep down it was the truth. But that was part of why he was going out during break. "I know she is waiting for you outside the door right now. I won't keep you." Luicus straightened up his coat and Severus just glared at him. Feeling sick to his stomach thinking about what Lucius had said.

Y/N POV

I heard a very clear "We will talk more tomorrow" before a swooping sound was heard and then it was quiet. I quickly backed from the door, leaning against the wall next to it picking at my cuticles to look distracted. "I apologize for that, please come in." he said, opening the door for me. I smiled and walked in past him, looking around, I didn't see anyone or anything different, "What was that about?" I asked him and he looked at me and then walked over to his desk, "Oh nothing I just needed to finish up some last minute things." I shook my head laughing. I didn't want him to know I was eavesdropping but at the same time if he was gonna lie to me he could at least be a little more convincing. "Merlin Severus, just be honest with me for once." he looked me in the eyes and I could see sadness in them, he was trying to hide it but something was stressing him out. "Whats going on? Please, I can handle it!" I said walking over to him, I stood in front of him and reached down to grab his hand, he gently slipped it away and turned to put some papers away. "Its nothing Y/n, did you come to say goodbye?" I was a little pissed off. I mean I guess I was just pissed off and worried at the same time, I crossed my arms and sighed. He looked up at me and glanced over my stance, he sighed, closing his eyes. "I spoke to Albus, you know." He looked up at me with a surprised and concerned look. "I know you are both hiding something. And since I'm your girlfriend now I think I have a right to know." I could tell he was reluctant to speak at all. "Can't you just trust me when I say to leave it alone?" he asked a little more tense, "I don't know! Both of you are saying to just trust yall but then you are acting all weird and you won't even look at me in the eyes." I said moving his face to look at me. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss and then set it down. "As my girlfriend yes you do have a right, but as a student no you don't." he said softly, he knew that's not what I wanted to hear and I let out a sigh. "Great so now you're putting me back on that stool. All of that changed when we decided to do this," I said pointing between him and i, "we are in this together as a couple, im mature enough to handle this, I mean look at what I deal with everyday, Its annoying that you keep ignoring the fact im perfectly capable" I pulled my shirt down to expose the black lines that were spread all on my chest and arms. I had felt it flare up the minute I walked in and it was only getting farther down as we argued. I was used to the pain that came with it that it had not even fazed me. "So I think the student ship sailed a while ago." He looked very upset with himself after seeing my chest and arms, "See this is why Y/n! This is what happens when we so much as disagree, you don't need anything else on your plate!" He was getting stressed and so was I. I could tell he was trying his best to stay reserved, only slightly raising his voice, and speaking in a low tone. I felt bad for pushing on this but it was so irritating to just be treated like a kid when it came to serious stuff like this. I guess he read my thoughts because then he shook his head and said, "I don't want you to feel like im treating you like a child Y/n but I am just following Albus' orders, he doesn't want any students or staff knowing and I think its a smart rule, can't you just respect that for once? Respect that I have a job that will sometimes bring things I can't always tell you about because yes you're my girlfriend and I love you very much, but you're also under our protection here and I can't tell you everything all the time!" His voice raised slightly and he let out a breath to calm down. "I get it ok, but we can't keep having this same argument. I need you to respect me as a human and know that I'm gonna wanna be kept in the loop, I'm gonna worry about you and I'm gonna want to be able to help in any way I can!" I said in a hushed yell. "And that is exactly the reason I won't tell you, you are going to want to help and there is nothing that you can do! So please just leave it alone." He was getting tired of fighting and so was I. I didn't want to give up so easily but I guess he had a point and if he wasn't going to tell me I wasn't going to argue anymore. "Ok." I said, crossing my arms and looking down. He stood staring at me and reading my body language. "Are you mad?" he asked softly. "Yes." I answered honestly, looking up at him he nodded his head and sighed, "But I don't want to leave with a fight," I said, taking deep breaths and looking around his room trying to lower my blood pressure. He walked over slowly and took one of my hands, "Merlin Y/n" he said with sadness, I looked down and saw the veins had spread over my hands as well. I went to pull my hand away but he held it and pushed my sleeve up. He stared in silence at my arm and I watched his eyes flutter with emotions, I took a peek into his thoughts, as far as he would let me and I could tell he felt incredibly guilty. I wasn't sure why, it wasn't his fault, I assumed he was just upset he couldn't help. "You need to stop beating yourself up over this, like I said the other night. We will figure out how to fix it eventually. Just put it on the back burner until then." he looked up at me with sad eyes at my comment, "Its only ever gonna be my top priority." He said softly and I almost choked up at the sentence. I smiled at him and put my hands on his chest, sliding one up around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was short to stay safe, but I could feel his body relax a bit. "I have to leave soon." I said quietly as I rested my forehead against his, pulling away I looked in his dark eyes. He was trying his best to mask his emotions but I was getting good at seeing through them, I gave a sympathetic smile as I held his hand. "Ill walk you out." he gave a half smile, but I could tell his mood was dampened. "I was just going to apparate there but you can come to my room while I get my things."

Most of the kids had left already and there weren't any in my dormitory or in the common room. I opened the door to my room and he followed in awkwardly. He stood and watched as I shrunk my bags and put them in my pockets. "Does this Charles man know you are a witch?" I thought for a moment and looked over at Severus. "That's actually a very good question, I have no idea." I stood for a moment thinking about that. Things could be very strange if he doesn't know, but I can't imagine my mother trusting him enough to tell him about me. "Does he even know of Constance?" he asked carefully and I froze for a moment at her name, "I apologize I shouldn't have brought he-" I shook my head, "no its fine, I just, I'm not sure. I mean I don't know anything about this man or what my mother has told him...I guess ill find out soon though." he nodded and I turned to face him. "I'm gonna miss you and i'm going to be pulling my hair out having to deal with my mother on top of worrying about you." he smiled, "Well now you know how I feel all the time, worrying about your whereabouts." he laughed, tucking some hair behind my ear, "Easy for you though when you know where I am and how to find me.." he nodded and I sighed.

"Ok well any longer and i'm not gonna wanna go anymore." I smiled and he pulled me in for a hug, I buried my head in his chest, taking in the warmth and scent one last time. I pulled back and he put his hand under my chin, lifting my head to kiss me, this one was a little longer and full of even more love than the last. It was soft and his cold hand caressed my cheek. I smiled into it, blushing and feeling butterflies take over my insides. "Ok I will see you in a week, I love you." I said, sighing and grabbing my wand. "I love you too, and if you need me at all just send your bird or patronus okay?" I nodded and smiled at his insistence. I raised my wand but then thought about something, "Wait, what do I do about this, I mean my mother will surely freak out.." I said pointing to the spot on my neck. He thought for a moment then waved his hand summoning a small vial. That was hot, I thought to myself. I could tell he heard the thought and smirked, "Filthy, here drink this every six hours and it should keep it hidden." I nodded, taking it from his hand, our fingers brushing together. I blushed and put it in my pocket. "Ok now for real Goodbye." I smiled. He winked and I laughed at his action waving my hand and disappearing with a pop.

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himbo-beel · 3 years

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Self indulgent sick fic with Early because I can

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“I apologize in advance for anything my brothers do,” Lucifer said to the windows.

“You know they’re just trying to help.” I watched Lucifer close the curtains over the glass and blinked my eyes open a little more in the gloom. Dust between their normally closed folds fluttered as they shifted from their nearly permanent position to let as much artificial light into my room as possible to float in the air and I sneezed.

“Help,” Lucifer said, suddenly by the bedside with his arm outstretched, offering a tissue box. I wasn’t sure if it was a question for a suggestion, but I took one anyway to wipe at my nose.

“In their own way,” I added.

He shook his head. “I can bring my work here. So long as it gets done, Lord Diavolo wont-”

My laugh was raspy. “Don’t make me say it.” His already narrowed eyes, brows pinched at the thought of his brothers and his paperwork, furrowed further. I licked my lips. I could get away with it, just this once. “You’re starting to sound like them.”

Healthy and fully awake and not sniffling and still in bed despite the time, that should have earned me a glare and the shadowy curl of horns. Today, though, a hand squeezed my shoulder. Tight.

“I’m going to put a curse on your door.”

“You know that’ll only get them to try to get in even more, right?” I pushed my luck even more. “Just do it the old human way - lock the door.”

Lucifer blinked slowly at me. I wondered if he knew the doors here all had locks. I guess it would be easy to overlook when you had the power to glue every door shut with a snap of your fingers. “That wouldn’t be any better of an idea.”

“You’re right,” I said, giving in to him just a little, and made myself comfortable against the pillows piled up behind me when Lucifer’s frown curled at the edges. I’d get better faster if all of the brothers were out of my room to let me sleep, not just six of them. “But at least I’d heard them coming, first. And then you can punish them by making them fix the door.”

“Among a few other things.” The hand on my shoulder loosened and pat me once before finally returning to Lucifer’s side. “Satan and Solomon will be back later with human medicine. Don’t hesitate to let me know if there’s anything else you need in the meantime. I’ll have whatever it is sent to the best of my abilities.”

“Sure, sure.” There was the glare I’d been expecting. I’d be flushed from it if I wasn’t already feverish and sweating, and I rolled over, pulling the sheets up to my chin.

It wasn’t often that I caught a cold but when I did it was as if all the bacteria and viruses that hadn’t pulled me under the weather were exacting revenge. Aches and shakes wracked me from head to toe, a headache pounded across my forehead with each pulse of pain reminding me of how stuffed my nose was. The fever took every ounce of my energy but it was hard to sleep when each breath came with a dull pain in my throat.

With Lucifer gone, the room was quieter but colder, too. The heat from his hand on my shoulder was gone and I curled up, wrapping the blankets around me tighter. I reached for another tissue and coughed as I shivered.

Another cough.

Wasn’t it supposed to be hot down here? Did the House have heat?

Another cough.

A sound at the door.

I couldn’t get my eyes to open and barely managed to roll over to squint at the wall.

“-has to go in there.”

“Not me.” I heard Levi’s voice complain. “Lucifer’ll only-” I closed my eyes again. “-and game today.”

“-obviously can’t. I won’t even imagine what human germs would do to my skin,” Asmo argued. My smile wavered and I tucked my head under the sheets. I don’t think I could have handled any of his attention anyway. A bath might have sounded nice, but the thought of getting up made me shake. Maybe if I could get just warm I wouldn’t have minded. “Beel?”

The tone of Asmo’s voice kept me from dozing completely off. What had Beel said? Another round of coughing kept me from hearing the rest.

“Oh my - Beel!”

I threw the sheets off me as my stomach twisted and heat spread across my abdomen. Light blinded me and I stumbled out from bed, arm wrapped around my middle and lips pressed together. Was I going to be sick? The bathroom wasn’t far. The sudden pounding of fists against my door made me dizzy and I tripped over my own feet in my rush to make it to the toliet.

Hands were on my waist, large and warm, and I didn’t resist them as the lifted me up. The cold dampness of my sleep shirt sticking to my back was replaced by the soft mattress I was just laying on. The sheets were pulled back up and tucked against my sides.

“Stay still.”

I cracked an eye open. Then the other.

“The door’s locked,” I coughed out.

Beel cocked his head and the spikes on his demon form jacket glinted in the faint light. I reached out and ran a finger against the curve of his horns. Heat radiated off him and my other hand moved to press against his neck, soaking it up. “You summoned me.”

“What?” Beel’s own hands moved down my sides over the blanket to rest just above my waist. I stretched my neck to look down and raised my brow at the faint light that made it past the sheets to escape between his fingers. “How did I do that?”

“You’re cold.”

I laughed and sniffled before holding both my arms out. “And you’re warm. Come ‘ere.”

Beel took off his jacket and I watched his horns fade away as the power from the sudden summon wore off. I shifted over to make room and sighed happily when he laid down to toss an arm over me and pulled me against him. I nuzzled my face into him, warming up my nose against his chest.

“Does Asmo and Levi know what happened?”

“I think so.”

I yawned, the shaking finally easing. “How long do you think it’ll take before they try to bust in?”

“Levi’s looking for something to open the door already.”

“Do they know the door’s just locked?”

“They think Lucifer cursed it.”

I laughed again, and was asleep before I finished.

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sharknadoslutt · 3 years

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Not that I ever wanted to watch it because of the era it plays in, but what was so awful about Star Wars resistance?

Oh Okay this ask got me GOING so Welcome to my Tedtalk on my feelings on Star Wars Resistance; a story of Disappointment.

So Mr. Dave Filoni, the story telling Prince, left the show like halfway through production of the first season for other projects (For TCW season 7 and The Mandalorian). This left what was a promising show with characters Dave himself had created, in the hands of very inexperienced story board artist and writers. Personally, I think they panicked and half assed it so that Disney could make money on toys. Because.. idk. It just doesn't even come close to the emotional story arcs that TCW and Rebels gave us. and that's what Star Wars is supposed to be about. Changing for the better. Hope or some shit, am I right?

What was most disappointing in my opinion.. is that the protagonist, Kazudo Xiono, is UNBEARABLE. He is the EMBODIEMENT of privilege. This punk has had everything handed down to him from the moment he was born. He was born like 14 years after the Empire has been brought down and the New Republic reigns, so he has never known war. AND HIS DADDY IS THE SENATOR OF HOSNIAN PRIME FOR FUCKS SAKE! THE CAPITOL????? WHERE THE SENATE IS???? YOU KNOW HOW RICH THAT MUST MAKE HIs FaMiLY??? His dad literally gives him an allowance even though he is a grown ass man in the military when the show starts.

To put things into perspective for those not up to date on Sequel Era Lore and I envy you greatly tbh bcs not to be that person i do not like the sequels that's the equivalent of being the Senator of Coruscant in the Prequels!!!!

Not to mention he is a BUMBLING idiot. Like. This man has ADHD on steroids. As a person with ADHD it's.. lord, it's cringe. He is clumsy. He is loud. He says inappropriate things at the wrong time. He doesn't know how to do anything for himself. AND HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPY FOR THE RESISTANCE UNDER COVER AS A MECHANIC???? HE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT MECHANICS and really doesn't really learn anything about it by the time the show ends. And don't come at me saying this is a kids show so I cant complain about things being silly bcs I'm not the target audience. I can and I will bcs no one was NEARLY this obnoxious in TCW or Rebels. Kaz is Jarjar Level, but I ACTUALLY LIKE JARJAR!

DUDE IS A DAMN SPY HE DOESNT EVEN LIKE GO BY AN ALLIAS!!! HE DEADASS USES HIS REAL FULL NAME. BCS KAZ IS AN IDIOT.

I'm not saying he isn't a good person. Kaz is very sweet tbh. He's just an unknowing spoiled ass man-child who NEVER REALLY DEVELOPS INTO ANYTHING ELSE?????

It would be okay if he entered the show like this and exited a more mature, capable man. But he really doesn't. There are never any consequences for his actions. Ever. Other than when he becomes a spy and, again, IS USING HIS REAL LEGAL NAME as a spy for the Resistance... to avoid a scandal and to scold him for LITERALLY DESERTING THE NAVY his daddy cuts him off from his allowance. So instead of half assing his cover job as a mechanic, Kaz has to actually apply himself so he can make money for food. He doesn't improve much. His co-workers (Who are MUCH more interesting than him) constantly complain about him messing things up and making their jobs more difficult.

Man, FUCK KAZ. MY HOMIES HATE KAZ. BEING HOT CAN ONLY GET YOU SO FAR!!!!!

At the Season one finale there is a moment where you think he is finally going to grow as a man! Grow into the protagonist we deserve! Tragedy, for the first time in his life, strikes Kaz! It's during the events of episode 7, when The First Order blows up Hosnian Prime. His home planet. Where his FATHER LIVES. He has a moment of humanity and he is devastated. He almost cries. But he sucks it up to finish the mission and get his friends off base for their safety. He is a man now. and the audience feels a sense of comradery for Kaz. After all, Star Wars is about Fathers. Kaz has lost his father forever. His father was KILLED by the First Order. He now, first hand, has experienced real loss for the first time and this is going to help him grow and toughen up. he has to live on his own now. Our hero has a reason to be doing what he's doing. Fighting against the first order.

BUT NAH. FAM. then the very next fucking EPISODE YOU FIND OUT HIS DAD IS FUCKING ALIVE AND THAT HE DIDNT ACTUALLY EXPEIRENCE THE LOSS THAT HE HAD THOUGHT, AND HE GOES RIGHT BACK TO BEING HIS GOOFY ASS CHILDISH SELF. NO. I HATED THAT. THERE WAS NO REASON FOR GROWTH. MAN FUCK RESISTANCE.

FUCK. IF ANYONE DESERVED THEIR FATHER TO LIVE THROUGH A DAMN PLANETORY DESTRUCTION IT WAS MY GIRL LEIA, NOT FUCKING KAZUDO THE CLOWN XIONO. FUCK. guys I'm sorry I just really hate this god damn character.

Like. Lemme break it down, folks.

TCW started and Ahsoka enters. I HATED Ahsoka for a long time. Bcs she was young, cocky and annoying. But that was on purpose. Narratively, she experiences loss, she experiences pain and GROws as a character while navigating her Jedi life during the war. Our girl grows into the capable protagonist that we EXPECT out of a Star Wars story.

Same for Rebels. We meet Ezra, and he's not quite as annoying as Ahsoka was at first in my opinion (I cannot stress how much I did not care for Ahsoka yall) but he was young. He was childish. But he was more capable at 14 than fucking Kaz was at 20. By the end of Rebels, not only is he more wise and capable, but he is selfless. He has found his own path and it's only because of what he has gone through. His journey has made him stronger. Ezra is my favorite Star Wars journey, if I'm being honest. He is the perfect example of character development.

KAZUDO XIONO ENTERS SEASON ONE AS A 20 YEAR OLD MAN-CHILD USING DADDY'S MONEY WHO IS LOUD AND DOESNT KNOW WHEN THE STFU... AND EXITS THE FINALE... AS A LOUD MAN-CHILD WHO CAN NOW USE TOOLS. He doesn't' experience REAL FAMILIAL loss. He doesn't really experience a lot of character development at all. Things just happen around him, he helps, but he doesn't learn. He doesn't grow. I fucking hate that.

Literally every single character in the show BESIDEs Kaz is more interesting than him. and EXPEIRENCE CHARACTER GROWTH!!!

Jarek Yeager, Kaz's boss in the mechanic shop, was in the Rebellion and LOST HIS FAMILY. He is a sexy ass man too. HE starts the show not wanting to help the Resistance at all bcs he's experienced loss since his days in the Rebellion, and his heart is hard and he's comfortable. By the end of the show he is risking not just his career, but his VERY LIFE to help the Resistance.

Tam Ryvora, Kaz's co-worker. Daughter figure to Yeager and a total bad ass woman of color. She is the one on the show who experiences the most character development and struggles to find her identity while the First Order is taking over the galaxy. I LOVE her.

There are these 2 kids who are force sensitive and orphaned after Kylo Ren comits GENOCIDE on their planet. This arc set up is never fully addressed nor does it have a conclusion, like most story arcs on this show tbh.

There's a literal witch for some reason??

There's this fucking rad ass sexy Mirilian Pirate girl named Synara who FOR SOME REASON is suggested to be Kaz's love interest. Gross. Girl, you gay. Move in.

I could go on and on and on. But I wont. Fuck this show. Fuck Kaz. It literally adds NOTHING to the bigger Star Wars lore. TCW and Rebels do this beautifully and this show is a hot mess of ideas and characters that never come to a satisfying story telling conclusion.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk, dont watch Resistance.

#I know a lot of people on tumblr think Dave is problematic but he is VERY good at story telling and yall cant deny this #otherwise we wouldnt be here on Clone Wars tumblr now would we?#Also Rebels is art at its finest and no one can tell me otherwise #ask #anon #hollyspeaks #star wars #star wars resistance #star wars rebels

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FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 28: Bow

bow (verb)

to bend the head, body, or knee in reverence, submission, or shame

continued from Day 22: Fluster...

"Do not forget to bow. You will be in the presence of a Count of a High House, and as such he shall be afforded every onze of courtesy that you may muster. Do I make myself clear?"

The siblings Penderghast nodded tiredly, prepared to say or do whatever to relieve themselves of their mother's fretting. T'was the constant struggle to prove themselves to be every bit as worthy of their nobility as any other, despite the nasty things folk said about them beyond earshot. "Now now, my darling, there is no need to continue harping on them. They know every well the precarious position they find themselves in. Don't you?" Somehow both a voice of reason and judgement in the midst of this assault on their character, the pair produced another nod of affirmation, to which Aloysius clapped his hands together and broken into a mirthful grin. "Excellent. Then we have nothing to worry about. The Count and his sons shall be here shortly, and we shall receive them in the foyer."

"And what of Haurchefant, father? Will he be joining us as well?" Ah yes, the Count's own little stain of shame which he bore with all the grace he could muster. Brielle asked after the dashing knight with her own intentions no doubt, but this was a question most out of place for their coming company. "I would think not, but perhaps I shall be surprised. But if he is not present, it would do well not to inquire further," her father cautioned, while Amandine could only shake her head in lost hope. "Oh my dearest daughter, must you so obviously long for such a man? He is a fine lad for certain, but possesses certain undesirable traits. It would only further complicate things. Perhaps one of the Count's other sons is of interest to you?"

Brielle rolled her eyes, and Faiolan was glad to be worlds apart from the conversation. He was far too busy fiddling with the collar of his coat, or so he'd have his kin believe. "One of them a fool and the other with his head up his own arse?" "BRIELLE!" "Conduct yourself appropriately, young lady. I will not have that drivel escaping your lips this night. And we will speak no more of whom Brielle has set her eyes upon, nor will you even attempt to entertain the notion to Count Edmont, is that understood Amandine?" A small victory had been won by Brielle as the ire of their father turned upon his lovely wife. At the conclusion of all their bickering had they entered the foyer of the Penderghast manor, where they awaited the vaunted arrival of the Count Edmont de Fortemps. He did arrive promptly with all three of his sons in tow, much to the delight of Brielle when her eyes caught those of Haurchefant for a mere moment.

"Welcome to our humble home, my lord. And may I present my family: my lovely wife and lady of the house, Amandine. My son Faiolan and daughter Brielle, both valiant defenders of Ishgard." Amandine rendering a long, sweeping curtsy with her flowing dress, and the siblings did exactly as rehearsed, giving the Count and his household the proper bow. "Truly the honor and pleasure is all mine, Lord Penderghast. I am only glad we could both make time for this. Ah, but I must introduce my sons. Artoirel, my eldest and scion of House Fortemps, Emmanellain, and Lord Haurchefant Greystone." Those of House Fortemps returned the bow, and then all were moved to the dining room in order to enjoy supper together.

Aloysius and Edmont were enraptured in healthy debate about matters of state with Amandine listening patiently and interjecting when appropriate. Brielle could not keep her eyes off Haurchefant, and the poor lad spent most of the evening quite uncomfortable under her gaze. Emmanellain, as was his wont, enjoyed the food and made many a vain attempt to catch the eye of Brielle himself, leaving Artoirel and Faiolan to discuss that which they held in common, namely the path of knighthood and the movements of the Dravanians as of late.

The table was laden with many a delicacy, among them Emerald Soup, Crowned Pie, a veritable mound of Salmon Muffin, the finest cuts of karakul braised in a delectable concoction, garlic-infused mashed potatoes, loaves of fresh buttered bread, and copious amounts of wine and brandy. "I must say, the Dravanians have not make any aggressive pushes as of late, for which all are extremely thankful. I remain in contact with the various commanders of the forts of whatnot, mostly through the dispatches Haurchefant forwards to father, ensuring I'm apprised of any suspicious activities or movements. More worrying is the rising number of those whom the Inquisitors have been identifying as heretics. I have seen a profound rise in investigations pertaining to members of the Houses as well, placing many under suspicion that I find hard to believe."

Faiolan had also heard tell of increased scrutiny, and even some folk disappearing into the night, only to be found at the bottom of Witchdrop a few days later. "I will not presume to say that the Inquisitors are mistaken. Perhaps the heretics have simply found some new method to sway faithful folk to service. Perhaps some wicked magicks, or simple blackmail?" Artoirel shrugged, cutting off a bite of braised karakul. "I'm afraid there is little I can learn about it, seeing as the Inquisitors are not willing to be more open about their investigations. Suffice to say, I do hope they can discover the root cause of this and put a stop to it. Perhaps more patrols out hunting for heretics, rather than dragons."

Meanwhile, Emmanellain made his besrt effort to impress Brielle and pry her gaze away from the subject of her passions. "You know, I could perhaps show you a thing or two I have learned in my own training, my lady. While I will not gainsay your prowess as a novice knight, those of us with a wealth of experience should be more than willing to share what we know." Perhaps unable to to resist himself, Artoirel expertly interjected, "Actually, I have seen Ser Brielle on patrol some days ago. And I would say she could give the mighty Lord Emmanellain a run for his money. Perhaps a contest of skill is in order?" All of the color drained from Emmanellain's face as he started and stuttered, "I d-don't find that to be necessary. In fact, I would not want to do inadvertent harm to her, lest we lose a capable sword to hold off the dragons." Haurchefant, having been silent for most of the meal, let out a loud chuckle, followed by the rest as they laughed at the expense of poor Emmanellain, who summarily turned a deep shade of purple and sank deep, deep into his chair.

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