#i've been holding this love inside my heart secretly for a long time. it was time to let it all out

[theastrical]

Well hello there, one of my favorite writers. (Ssh don't tell anyone 🙃)

Diluc Kaveh Kaeya Zhongli + An s/o (i prefer fem! reader) who can sing oh so beautifully. More specifically, hum. The way they hum is like no other at all, it's a sad slow and melancholic tune. Like a fallen angel's melody echoing through the human soul.

So they've been distracted doing something else and the men catches them. But their lovely s/o is the shyest sweetheart out there so they just watch quietly in silence. A warmth filling their hearts, despite the coldness of the tune.

I guess you can say I've been caught a few times singing in a uhh depressive way lmao :') sorry this rq is lonngg. Take your own time to write!

melodies and genshin men!

genshin men reaction to their s/o’s lovely melodic humming.

diluc, kaveh, kaeya, zhongli x fem!reader

hurt comfort, fluff

notes: take care of urself and have a time for yourself hihic you deserve it~ <3

diluc’s way of showcasing his endearment:

He caught you off guard when you were planting your favorite flowers at the garden of his house. You loved taking care of the nature that’s for sure, and it seems nature loves you the same, even the birds start to chirp and the flower blooms magnificently with the existence of you in diluc’s eyes.

You were singing a lullaby, a children lullaby. a lullaby that can make you sleep just by hearing it. Diluc thought it was such an opportunity to seek the real you, the you that humms such a melodic tune without caring a single vision scheming into it; surprising you with an embarrassment at this case. Your voice are melancholic, it reminds him of the good old days, making him fell harder, even when some maids gossip around you…telling that your singing voice isn’t exactly like your voice…all shy with a very melancholic sad tune inside the chords of your voice.

So he secretly listens..before holding your shoulder…and hug you behind your waist. “i wonder…what makes my lady so beautiful today..? Her humming or her presence?”. Your blush is obvious and that satisfies diluc who ended up just kissing your cheeks out of adoration. The idea of you being all shy around him makes diluc want to kiss you even further…oh well, maybe soon?

“if you hum that lovely darling…how about you become the bird that wakes me up every morning..?”

kaveh’s way of understanding you:

it was a rough day, perhaps you were just trying way too much to have such an expectancy. The day ended up with failure and loneliness…kaveh isn’t home, he’s still proposing his architecture project to the academia. so you ended up writing down your feelings in your diary while you humm such a tune to closed off those feelings. You were too in depth with the tune and ended up not realising that he had knock on your door…

He had prepared a beautiful bouquet…and after hearing your pleasantly…sad tune, he hides and listen to your tune quietly. Not wanting to be caught; he takes off his shoes and everything just for you not to realise his existence.

Until—he hugged you from the back and it made your whole body tensed up. He whispers near your ear, his chin on your shoulder. “Why the sad tune..? It’s not like your diary is the only one you can make tales to…i’m here waiting for you to talk…”, per-usual, due to how shocked and shy you are from being caught…that one tear fell from your eyes. A giggle escape, although your cheeks are red and your eyes are watery. Yet he even continue to hum alongside you…no need for words, you guys are already in the zone.

Kaeya’s winter season:

You were crocheting kaeya’s pair of socks and his soon-to-be-beanie. He requested it long ago, maybe around 6 weeks before autumn ends, kaeya is a secret fan of your crochets…he loves handcrafts and he adores every creation you make with his whole heart. Today is almost winter, you know that he had ripped off his socks and his beanie was accidentally burn my klee…hence you’re out on your desk for around 9 hours now, just crocheting-crocheting-crocheting.

Out of listening to the music on your earphone, you start to humm a beautiful musical performance, the tune itself is creepy enough as it is, and your voice? It’s exactly like one might call a fallen angel voice. You continued to crochet like you don’t care about anything in this world. Unlike you, getting stuck in your own world is not kaeya’s thing, so he sneak up beside you, sitting down on the bed, while tilting his head, waiting for you to turn your head to him. He giggles. How cute is my little lady..she must be so focused, she forgot her husband has come home…he thought.

Suddenly an ad popped out and you were stressed! Your focus? All gone! Then when you look beside you…”hi” he smiles, like a crazy bastard. You almost scream from the surprise he planned. He helps you stand again even when your face are already so red…you hide your face whilst kaeya giggle, kissing your hand. “weird…everything about you make me all warm and fuzzy…even your lovely little humming are also sweet..”, he kisses your cheeks. “Why hiding it? I thought you wanted me to be happy?”…”then sing further, it’ll made me happier if you do.” He pats your fuming self as He takes your finished crochet.

Zhongli’s favorite orchestra:

zhongli secretly knows that you’ve been humming when he’s “asleep”. Yes, he’s not asleep. And yes he would only expose that he isn’t asleep when he wants to, cause this man doesn’t want you to know that he listens to your humming as if it’s a lullaby that drive him into dream land…it would make you all red and shy for WEEKS, so he refuse to expose it.

You didn’t know about his lies, you didn’t know that he has been pretending for months now. So you kept on humming…while cleaning the box where your used-to-be violin is at. You tried to prepare it all up, you tried to play it away from the bedroom as you hum, not wanting to wake zhongli up. Zhongli tries his best to sleep without your lullaby now…he needs to try it, but it ended up with failure. So when you came back from playing the violin…he was already wide awake, sitting.

you were so embarrassed, has he been hearing you singing and playing..? You never even sing or play your violin in front of your parents so…zhongli seeing it is already a big red “oh no” in her face. Now she’s all shy. Zhongli sighed for a moment before he gently pull you to bed…”sweetheart, sing for me..it’s not like you will die when i hear you…i can’t never let your beautiful “voice all ran out just like that…”, he cups your cheeks. “make me a lullaby that can make me fall harder…also sleep more peacefully my sweet little orchestra.”, he bops your red nose before kissing it sweetly.

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[savannahsdeath]

okay but do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie? like a forbidden relationship between ellie and reader but they sneak around when the brother is sleeping/ not home??

i love bbf!ellie with my whole heart 🤭

BBF!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

summary: bbf!ellie decides to tell your brother the truth (goes unexpected(?))

warnings: 18+!! smut, sneaking, weed

writers note: this is pretty short n all so sorry😓😓

You were sitting on your bed, pointlessly staring at the phone screen, when you heard knocking at your window. You stood up and ran over to it, just to see Ellie leaning against the windowsill.

"What are you doing here?" You scolded her in a shushed tone.

She seemed unbothered by your anger. "Is he home?" She asked after easily going into your room and closing the entrance after her.

She was obviously asking about your brother who you had to keep her visits in secret from. You and him have the typical sibling relationship, he won't let you fuck her friend. That didn't stop any of you, though Ellie was way more reckless.

"Hell yes he is!" You frustratedly threw your hands in the air.

"Well, this is going to be interesting." Ellie said with a giggle. She didn't seem worried about getting in trouble at all. "I know he's home, but I'm here for you. He'll just have to wait."

She walked over to you and put her arms around you in a hug. You could feel her lips on your cheek, and your heart was racing. "I missed you." She whispered in your ear.

"Don't you think this might get my brother a little upset?" You whispered back. "What if he sees us?"

Ellie smiled and shook her head. "He's upstairs busy with playing anyway. He won't see us, trust me. What's the harm in having a little fun?" She kissed your neck softly. "Besides, we both know you want to as well."

"You're really going to make me choose between you and my brother, huh?" You said with a chuckle.

It was true, you did want Ellie. You had been secretly crushing on her for a while now. But your brother did mean a lot to you, and you didn't want to betray him.

Ellie sensed your hesitation, but decided to go for it anyway. She pushed against you, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately. It took you by surprise, but you were too weak to resist.

"I don't care about him." She whispered into your ear. "I only want you. Don't think about him right now, let me show you what I can do to you."

Ellie's kisses turned more demanding, and her hands got greedier.

"He's my brother." You said, trying to push her away but Ellie held you in place with one hand and started to undress you with the other. It was clear that she meant business and she wasn't going to take no as an answer.

"I don't want him, I only want you," she whispered again, this time with more passion and desire in her voice. "and I've wanted you since we first met."

You felt yourself lose your resistance. Your body was weak, and your mind was flooded with lust. Ellie had wanted this for so long, and you had to admit that you enjoyed it as well.

She moved her other hand to your hips, removing the final piece of clothing between the two of you. Then she gently pushed you down onto the bed. You knew then that there was no escape, that this was just the beginning. She was going to have her way with you, and your body was going to enjoy every minute of it.

As soon as you hit the bed, Ellie got on top of you and pinned you down on your back. Her knees were on either side of your hips, holding you in place, while her hands were free to do whatever she wanted.

She traced the outline of your chest and neck, drawing out teasing lines down your body. She took her time, making sure to get under your skin, before finally taking you in with a final caress.

You felt your entire body shudder in pleasure as Ellie finally touched your core. Your muscles grew tight, and your breathe grew short. You could feel the excitement building up inside you, waiting to be released.

Ellie seemed to enjoy taking her time with you. She teased you with light touches and soft kisses on your clit, slowly building up the anticipation. You were getting impatient, but at the same time you didn't want this moment to end.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your body was shaking with desire. You reached up to grab Ellie's head and pull her closer towards you. She was still teasing you, just lightly touching your skin, moving away when you tried to catch her.

You were getting frustrated, you wanted more... "Please," you breathed, "I can't do this anymore."

Ellie chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Of course you can." She said, slowly moving her mouth back down.

You let out a soft moan, not loud enough to be heard upstairs. Ellie had given in to your lust, and she seemed more than willing to satisfy it. Her face was pressed against you, and you could feel the texture of her tongue rubbing against you.

You tried to keep yourself under control, but your body was on edge. Your muscles were tight, and you were ready to explode with excitement. You reached up to Ellie's neck, trying to pull her down to you for more.

"Please." You begged, your voice dripping with desperate need. "I need you."

She was holding your legs but not as roughly as usual, since she knew you have to be extra quiet.

Your body was shaking with each touch. Your muscles were straining in anticipation. Ellie knew where to touch you, and how to touch you, to drive you crazy.

You were powerless under her touch, and you let her do whatever she wanted. Your body was reacting to everything she did, and you couldn't control it.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She gave it to you, motioning to read it. It was a message from your brother; simple 'whatcha doing?'.

"Tell him the truth." She ordered, not wanting to stop what she's doing herself.

You frowned, not really understanding what she means, so she sighed onto your soaking cunt and took the mobile from you. She pulled back a little to be able to text and quickly typed; 'fucking your little sister' before passing the phone to you.

You gasped as you saw her reply, waiting for his answer.

"lmaoo like youve got any chances with her. shes not a gay slut"

Even in your breathless state, you couldn't hold back a chuckle. He managed to underestimate both of you in one text.

Ellie grabbed hers phone back and sent a message to your brother; "Wanna bet?"

All of your previous worrying faded. The thought of risky-teasing started to look tempting, making the situation more fun.

He quickly responded; "whatever, you two are weird. its a shame youre a junkie, maybe youd be a good couple otherwise"

Your laughter got cut off and replaced by a gasp as Ellie suddenly went back to her task. Your head dropped back on the pillow, leaning back as you held onto the sheets.

You and Ellie leaned against the opened window, fully clothed, after she ate you out to the point it's still hard for you to just stand up on your weak knees. She smoked a blunt she rolled before the visit, knowing she'll need it to cool herself down.

She passed it to you, staring intensely as you exhaled. She was always cautious about you smoking, even though it was her checked stuff and you knew how it works.

"We don't want you to do anything stupid." She mumbled, taking the joint back.

You rolled your eyes. "Hey, if anything, you're the stupid one! Sneaking in to hide from my brother, just to tell him about everything the same day."

She looked at you and slightly frowned, but eventually she started laughing. "I don't think you know what I meant. Plus, he didn't believe me, just like I thought. I know what I'm doing." She wrapped her free hand around your waist, pulling you closer to make sure you're not mad after her remark.

Just then, the window above yours opened, revealing your sibling looking down at you.

His eyes widened, his tone judging but it was obvious he's just messing with you. "Oh god, seriously?! That's just gross!"

"Oh, shut up! Not my fault she's got the better genes." Ellie shrugged, pulling you even closer. "Are you mad or just jealous?"

"Honestly, I couldn't care less." Great, so she was sneaking to your room for a few weeks, maybe even months, completely pointlessly. "Are you guys done? If so, bring your ass over there, Els!"

She laughed and kissed your forehead. "Alright, I'll go and cheer him up."

"You mean 'drug him up'?" You smirked, knowing they'll end up both high off their fucking minds.

"Yeah, probably." She turned to open the door, but stopped at the last moment and turned back to you. "You know, you're the better one of your parents' kids."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams #reqs open #wlw smut #ellie the last of us #bbf!ellie #bbf!ellie williams #bbf!ellie x reader #bbf!ellie williams x reader #anon #thank you nonnie

[hangesfavles]

Nerd Hange headcanons

4.1k words. AFAB NB loser! hange x bimbo (ish)! fem reader. <3

Summary: Hange is more of a socially inept lesbian redditor gamer nerd rather than a normal ‘i’m smart’ dweeb :). These are general hcs of how you met loser/streamer Hange, things they like and relationship dynamics including you secretly eating them out on stream. <3

A/N: this is my first ever attempt at nsfw so i’m sorry if it’s bad or nondescript! also i know both of my fics so far have been for afab reader, but going forward i plan to write for a genny nootch reader just because i find it to be inclusive to wider groups of hange lovers <3 lol and last time i posted i said i never wrote fanfiction before but that was a tiny fib because i wrote shitty dumpster fire fanfics in middle school, but i’ve /srsly never tried my hand at nsfw before, but i guess there's a first for everything. pls critique me if u have any thoughts but be nice i’m sensitive. also shoutout to @abbyslev for helping me brainstorm <3 if ur reading my fanfics u probably already do, but pleaaaase follow her if u dont she’s lovely!!!! :3

Warnings: Nsfw content under my 2nd divider, sort of exhibitionism and masturbation. Not all of this is nsfw, but I’d still like for MINORS TO DNI. However, I know that you guys like to ignore those warnings, so I bolded the nsfw sections. At the very least, please don’t read the bolded hcs. Thank you & enjoy reading!

❥Loser! Hange who is in the same math course as you. When you walk in on the first day, you’re drawn to them, but not for the reasons you’d initially think. You were almost positive that they would be a decent person to cheat off of. I mean, they seem to look like they know what they’re doing, right?

❥Loser! Hange that can hear their pulse in their ears when they see a pretty girl take the spot beside them. They feel their heart rattling around in their chest as they sneak glances at you whenever they get the chance.

❥Loser! Hange quickly figures out the reason why you decided to sit next to them, rather than the other isolated chairs inside the lecture hall. But don’t worry, of course they’ll let you cheat off of them. Unfortunately, their performance starts to dip a little when they realize what you’re doing. They’re frequently under your gaze, and they can’t help it that you make them nervous :c 

❥Loser! Hange that is unaware that your eyes aren’t only looking down at their answers. One class when you were copying off of them, you started noticing the way their fingers hold their pencil. How slender their digits are, that their nails are surprisingly short, neat and cleaner than expected. You also started to notice how their veins protrude slightly and move up their arm... You feel yourself biting your lip as you observe their side profile. Their cheeks look soft and pink, similarly to their kissable lips. Your eyes continue to trail over their face: their thin, ovular glasses are slightly pushed down on their hooked nose, and their long eyelashes flutter as they continue to take notes beside you.

❥Loser! Hange can’t not listen to you getting called out by the professor when they notice you copying off of your seatmates’ assignments and notes. It was rather embarrassing, but you’re just happy the professor didn’t catch you cheating on an exam and risking academic misconduct.

❥Loser! Hange nudges your arm lightly after that incident, their voice low so you both don’t get caught by the professor. "Hey, um... I've noticed you've been using my notes and uh... answers. Do you need any help with the material? I mean, like, we could study together or something! If you want." They ask you with an excitement in their eyes and voice.

❥Loser! Hange can’t even feel proud of the fact they managed to talk to you because they barely even got that sentence out, and they couldn’t look you in the eye for more than 2 seconds. But it seems like all that is forgotten when you actually agree to meet up with them. They feel a rush of giddiness, but they try not to make a fool of themself in front of you. “Right! Yeah, so here’s my number... We can plan something, er- sometime.” They write their number down, sliding you the ripped end of their notebook page.

❥Loser! Hange who feels their heart in their throat as they lead you into their bedroom. The study session started off a bit rocky and awkwardly, but the tension in the air decreased as time continued on. As much as you would like to actually learn this material to earn good grades, you find yourself wanting to earn their attention much, much more. I mean, you obviously wore your lowest cut shirt and a pleated skirt for a reason. You look up at them, calling out for them. “Hey, Hange?” You ask, smiling as their head shoots up from their notes. “Can you explain this question to me?” You ask quietly, turning around your notebook to face them. You lean closer to them, purposely displaying your breasts for them to (hopefully) ogle.

❥Loser! Hange who starts to feel like they’re being tested by a higher power. They have to physically stop themself from glancing down and making a fool of themself. They try their best to focus on explaining the math problem to you as you watch their every movement like a hawk. You notice their eyes fall on your chest for a split second, and you pounce on your opportunity to tease them further. You reach up to their face, flicking their nose up so they’re forced to look at you. “My eyes are up here, silly.” “I- Uh- Sorry, just-” Hange trips over their words as they try to formulate a cohesive sentence on the spot. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just teasin’. It’s not so bad to be stared at if it's you.” You say with a playful wink.

❥Loser! Hange folds immediately. “O-Oh... Me? Really?” They ask, their eyes widening and pupils dilating. You can’t help but chuckle at their disbelief and nod your head in confirmation. “Yes, you. Is there anybody else in the room with us?” You joke. They stumble over their words as they think of a response. “W-Well, no, there isn’t, but- y’know- I didn’t think you-” They stutter, pushing the notebook aside and gesturing their hands between the two of you. They feel their cheeks growing warmer from embarrassment as they struggle to coherently voice their jumbled thoughts. “You know, you should at least take me to dinner before looking at me like that.” 

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t need to be told twice. They grab your hand with a cheesy smile, practically dragging you to their car while suggesting all sorts of restaurants that you might agree to. “Is there a certain restaurant you had in mind? We can try something totally different, like a little hole-in-the-wall joint. Ooh, but picture this: hibachi. The whole watching people cook in front of me thing usually makes me feel awkward but the food is always soooo good. Oh, or maybe we could go to a steakhouse! No matter what you choose, I’ll be fine with whatever! What do you think?" GOD they are just so excited and you find it utterly adorable. They remained true to their word and took you to whichever place you decided and paid for both of your meals. (They would have done this even if you didn’t joke about it bless their heart.) But then that first date turned into 2 dates, which quickly became 3, 4, 5, then suddenly you both forgot because anything the two of you do together is a date in your minds.

❥Loser! Hange definitely asks you out after only the second date. But in their defense, you’ve been hanging out after class as well as coming over to their house for “study sessions” that alway turned into watching tv or movies, ordering ubereats, going to the movies, walking around their neighborhood, anything but studying. You even took them to a party once. (You guys left after a half hour because Hange got overwhelmed, but you were still happy they tried something for you.) So by the time you guys went on your second “official date” they definitely felt confident that you would say yes.

❥Loser! Hange who loves talking to you about whatever game they’re playing. If it’s a story game, they’d love to explain anything you missed or don’t understand. They also would voice their predictions about how the game will end or where the story will go. If they see something predictable, they’ll definitely tell you what they think will happen, trying to impress you so when/if it does they’ll look “cool” to you. In reality though, you just find them to be geeky in the most endearing way. “Look, there’s a bunch of ammo in this room. If there’s a boss behind this door, you have to give me a kiss.” They say to you with a sly grin on their face. If it’s a PVP game, they will explain everything about what skills and powers each character has and who their favorite to play is. They’ll talk about what they like and dislike about the different mechanics, their favorite characters, parts they find tricky, etc. And of course, you sit there with a dopey smile while you listen to their rambling without interrupting, even if you don’t understand a word of what they’re saying because they’re just too cute when they’re passionately rambling. 

❥Loser! Hange who loves inviting you over, even if you two are doing absolutely nothing. They adore when you watch them play all sorts of video games. If they’re playing a console game, Hange lays next to you with your head against their shoulder, your arm splaying across their stomach while your hand rests around their waist. You tend to get pretty invested if the game is story based, insisting that they can’t play it without you around to watch the next part of the story unfold. If they’re playing a PC game, you’re sitting in their lap with a skirt that does absolutely nothing to cover your body once you’re seated on top of them. You prefer to face away from them, occasionally squirming in their lap so they can feel your ass pressed against their thighs and stomach. However, you do occasionally enjoy facing them, your arms wrapped around their shoulders as your legs hang off of their gaming chair at either side of their body.

❥Loser! Hange who also loves when you’re sitting in their lap, even if they struggle to focus on the game in front of them when your warm body is pressed against their own. It doesn’t help that they can smell the perfume coming from your neck, tempting them to lean in and kiss you there.

❥Loser! Hange that can’t resist the urge to rest their hands on your thighs during a cutscene, between rounds, during any sort of loading screen or when they’re respawning. They’ll use your thighs to push your ass back and closer to their body. 

❥Loser! Hange kisses your neck from behind, causing you to tilt your head and expose more of your neck for them to kiss. You let out a chuckle at how you effortlessly turned them on just by sitting on their lap and looking pretty.

❥Let’s just say... Loser! Hange finds the opportunity to quit or pause the game as soon as they can. When they eventually return to whatever game they were playing, they find it much easier to focus after you’re both satisfied. ♡

❥Loser! Hange who is also a small streamer! They probably get a few hundred people to watch them game each stream. They may not have a huge community, but their fans are consistent, funny, and always welcoming to new viewers! It’s a comforting little community. Because of this, Hange responds to their chat quite a bit and they’ve made quite a few friends with their mods and regular viewers.

❥Loser! Hange had to explain to you what streaming was. They decided that they would show you what it's like by doing a short stream while you silently watch them game and listen to them talk with their viewers.

❥Loser! Hange never technically introduced you to their fans. Not because they didn’t want to, they just knew that the internet wasn’t always kind, even if their fans are 99% supportive. They wouldn’t mention it much, but they are a little insecure about themself. They know that they treat you like an absolute princess, and they know that you adore them, that’s not the problem. The problem is that they don’t know if they’ll ever feel deserving of you. 

❥Loser! Hange only mentions this to you at late hours of the night when they feel vulnerable and slightly sleepy. You spend countless late nights at sleepovers holding them in your arms and reassuring them just how attractive you find them and that no one has treated you better. They start to feel reassured more once you mention to them that you don’t feel deserving of the endless love they give or of the many ways they spoil you.

anyway back to streamer hcs

❥Loser! Hange didn’t expect you to surprise them one day in their room with their favorite takeout in the middle of a stream. You didn’t know that they were streaming and you wanted to sneak up on them and scare them >:). You slip into their room as quietly as possible, slowly tiptoeing to their form slouched over their desk. Because of the slight delay of their videocam to their viewers, Hange doesn’t get the chance to read all of the different messages of the chatters who spotted your presence and are questioning about it. You silently place the bag of food on the floor, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and kissing their cheek roughly. 

❥Loser! Hange practically jumps out of their chair, yelping from the shock. They realize that it’s you pretty quickly, because no one else would hold or kiss them like that. They pause their game, swiveling around to face you with a wide smile. “Hi, baby!! What are you doin’ here?”

❥Loser! Hange immediately forgets the world around them, forgetting they’re literally live as they try to grab at your hips while they talk to you. “Mmmm,” You hum and giggle. “I just wanted to surprise you. It’s been a few days, I missed you.” You mumble before stepping back so that their hands disconnect from your waist. “Let me get some plates and napkins real quick.” You tell them before you leave the room again.

❥Loser! Hange remembers that they’re streaming, facing their viewers again to read what they missed from chat. “Chat, what do you mean ‘how did you bag a baddie?’” They say, reading some of the messages out loud. “‘How come Hange can get a girlfriend and I can’t? Life isn’t fair-’ WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” They cut themself off, their jaw dropping a little from the comments they read. The chat starts to go crazy after seeing you. Most of the messages are asking who you are, if Hange is dating you, or simply encouraging Hange to stream with you sometime officially. But of course, it’s much easier to take note of bad comments people say rather than nice ones.

❥Loser! Hange pouts when you return with plates in hand, ignoring their chat again in the blink of an eye. "I'm charming, right? and cute?” They look up at you with puppy eyes as you stand in front of them. “I'm desirable." They say those words like a statement, but it sounds like they’re trying to convince themself rather than state a fact. You hear the insecurities dripping from their tone. You promptly climb into their lap, placing a tender kiss to their cheek while your hand cups the opposite one. You progressively start kissing all over their face, and they close their eyes, giggling and getting lost in the moment. When you eventually begin moving down their neck, their eyes snap open as they remember the audience. "AAAAHHHH, I'M LIVE, I'M LIVE!" They warn you frantically, suddenly remembering again why they were a bit insecure in the first place. This causes you to jump a bit from their yelling. They swivel their chair around to face the monitor, looking at it from over your shoulder. "S-Sorry chat, ending stream a bit early today..." They say quickly, turning off their game and switching tabs to end their video. You chuckle, turning to face their camera. "Oops." you say only a few seconds before they end their stream. 

❥Loser! Hange decides that they might as well officially introduce you after that incident, since they know they’ll be getting teased for it for the next few streams.

❥Loser! Hange never thought that they would be in this situation with anyone, no less you. This exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy in the corners of their mind. A fantasy that would fog up their mind in the late hours of the night, prompting them to slip their fingers under their boxers and lightly circle their clit with their fingertips, eventually slipping them inside of their warm body. Their back would arch up off of the bed, trying their best to picture that their own fingers were instead yours.

❥Loser! Hange that noticed a sort of glint in your eyes when they asked if it was okay to stream while the two of you were still hanging out. They hadn’t been active in the past handful of days because they’ve been spending all their time with you. They just can’t deny you, especially when you both want to spend all your time with the other.

❥Loser! Hange who has to resist the urge to drool as you carefully and quietly crawl under their desk, looking up at them through your long, mascara coated eyelashes as your knees hit the slightly dusty floor... 

❥You aren’t sure what came over you, but when you were watching them put their headphones on and start welcoming people into their stream, you missed the attention being on you. So decided to tease and torture them and force them to give you attention still. 

❥Loser! Hange is forced to pretend you aren’t under their desk and spreading their thighs and pulling down their boxers while giving them that signature sultry smile with your matching lustful look in your eye. You bite your lip as you part their legs, moving in closer to their folds. They can feel your hot breath on their legs as you kiss, lick, and bite the plush skin of their inner thighs. For a few moments, you feel their hand rest on top of your head and stroke your hair approvingly as you start to rile them up. They can feel their face heating up a little, but if anyone in chat mentions it they just explain that their AC isn’t working properly. Even from just your breath and kisses teasing their thighs, they can feel themself getting wet, the stickiness spreading around their groin.

❥Loser! Hange melts under your touches, but they quickly become needy and desperate for more. Their resolve is always weak when it comes to you, and your teasing will be the death of them. They’re trying so hard not to whine and plead because they have to act normal and play their game. Even when your tongue finally reaches out to meet their pussy, you keep teasing them. You give them as little as you possibly can, spreading their folds with the tip of your tongue, only occasionally flicking up to their clit. You also kiss their puffy pussy lips and their clit, showing how much you love them while simultaneously subjecting them to such sweet torture. When they feel your tongue finally giving them what they wanted, their legs start to twitch slightly from the stimulation. They try their best to regulate their breathing so nothing seems out of the ordinary.

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t know how to act when your mouth starts to move faster and faster between their legs. They’ve stopped looking at their chat entirely, just trying to focus on playing the game somewhat coherently and occasionally talking about it or making a random comment without stuttering or sighing from pleasure.

❥Loser! Hange’s pussy is dripping onto their chair from all of your teasing. The combination of your tongue and their pussy makes an audible squelch as you suck, kiss, and lick up their slit and their hips move slightly, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your tongue. At this point, they’re starting to feel the knot in their stomach tighten, and they’re struggling to hold back their sounds. “Chat, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick-” They say, closing their webcam and muting their mic as fast as their fingers let them.

❥Loser! Hange’s hand finds its way back to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you as close to them as biology allows. Their head falls back as they let out a shaky moan. “Ahhh.. F-Fuckk... Please, please more.” They whine, encouraging you to eat them out without fear. You can both feel how their pussy throbs with desire for attention. They’ve been impatiently craving this, so they plan to take full advantage of the fact you’re right where they want you. You pick up the pace, sloppily making out with their pussy and sucking their labia between your lips. They toss one of their legs up onto your shoulder, allowing you more access to them as the knot in their core is almost ready to release. You look up into their eyes, slurping up their juices. The way you look up at them with devotion makes them feel even better due to how much desire is in your expression, adding another layer of eroticism for them from your enjoyment.

❥Loser! Hange feels the tension in their lower stomach releasing. They sigh and moan out into the air lightly as they feel white hot pleasure take their entire mind and body. They arch themself off the chair, trying to meet your mouth even more than already possible. Their body grinds against your tongue as they shiver from the intensity of their orgasm.

❥Immediately after their orgasm subsides, loser! Hange pulls your head up by your hair, kissing you deeply and not caring that they can taste their sticky cum on your plump lips. Their free hand slides down to the back of your thigh, guiding your body to sit on their lap. Their hands are protective and possessive while you make out. They are such a softie, always wanting to cuddle, hug, and kiss after sex. They love you so much and need to let it show, it’s like a warm blanket of warmth and affection covers their heart. They see the world with rose colored glasses for an hour or two after you make them cum, honestly. 

❥Loser! Hange holds you for a little while, their face nuzzled against your neck as they whisper sweet nothings to you. They’ll pepper your neck, collarbones, and face with kisses while telling you how good you made them feel. “I- love- you- so- much- sweet- heart- thank- you-” They’d say between pecks to your skin, causing you to giggle from the slight tickle of their lips moving around your upper body. They only stop their barrage of kisses when you start to push at their shoulders playfully, begging them to stop. “I love youuuu!” They say in a drawn out tone, giving your body a tight squeeze. “But duty calls, so we'll have to continue this later. Don't worry, I'll be thinking about you the whole time!"

❥Loser! Hange loves aftercare, giving and receiving, basically. They’re happy as long as you’re physically close to them <//3.

❥Loser! Hange also used to have inappropriate thoughts about you before you two were officially dating. They knew it was a bit weird to do so without you having any knowledge of it, but they couldn’t help themself. The two of you had exchanged Instagrams after your very first study session and since then, they can’t help but fuck their fingers to your posts. They try to refrain from doing so each time; they attempt to scroll past your stories as if the sight of your face hadn’t already turned them on. Each time it always ends the same, inevitably retyping your name in the search bar to revisit the photo. At this point it had to be some sort of conditioning, the way their body would react to you like clockwork. But they still feel so embarrassed to be so obsessed with you simply because you gave them an ounce of attention.

❥Loser! Hange used to imagine you in all sorts of different positions for them. You name it, they’ve probably thought about it once or maybe even twice. Sometimes they would imagine you sitting on their face, other times they could imagine you under them as they would fuck their strap into you. When Hange feels extra desperate, they like to picture the ways you would take them, perhaps you would trap them against the bed, fingering their throbbing pussy while making out with them to ensure that they weren’t too loud. A favorite daydream of theirs surrounds the different types of faces you would make as they eat you out. They yearn to see how your eyes might look down at them, pleading for them to make you cum, or how they may be shut entirely, your lips parted to sigh out with pleasure from how good they’re making you feel. They’d wonder what kind of sounds you would make. Were you loud? Quiet? Shy? Breathy? Are you the type that moans, or are you the type that whimpers? These questions had plagued their mind until they finally had you for the first time after 4-5 dates. <3

i miss hange rip hange you would’ve loved being the most nerdy loser dork the geek world ever saw.

#hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #aot #aot fluff #hange zoe #attack on titan #fluff #aot smut #smut #wlw #sapphic #lesbianism #lesbian #fanfiction #tooth rotting fluff #no use of y/n #hanji zoë #hange zoë #hanji zoe #hange #hanji x reader #hanji zoe x reader #modern au #small streamer #headcanon #headcannons #reader insert #college au #university au #fanfic

[myslvtwritings]

Hi there! How are you doing?:) I've loved your writings and I'm so happy that you mentioned that you're comfortable with writing for self harm as I'm never sure if I shall request such topics or not. :(

I'd like to request sfw headcanons for Muzan and Douma when they discover that reader has got many self harm-scars(cutting)? How would they react and what would they say? I don't really care if reader is AFAB or GN but I'd say to make it GN so more people can enjoy your writing!!:)

Thank you and take your time!<3

Aw, thank you so much. I’m happy to know you are fond of my writings! thank you again for requesting.

➤ Muzan and Douma with a S/O who has self harm scars

➤ SFW headcanons

Muzan & Douma x GN!reader

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warnings: self harm

Muzan Kibutsuji 🩸

Muzan wouldn’t know how to react at first.

He’s never dealt with anything like this before.

I mean, Muzan is in fact familiar with the concept of self harm.

He’s just never witnessed it first hand, you know?

Is in shock at first. You can’t tell because he often wears his calm expression. But he’s panicking on the inside.

Muzan is absolutely distraught to discover the scars aligned your wrists. (Fresh or old it still counts)

Then again, he honestly doesn’t know how to help at first so he asks if there is anything he can do to make you feel better.

If you don’t want to talk about it yet he will try his best to understand and not be so pushy. gives you the space you desire because he would hate to make you uncomfortable.

Doesn’t mean to be pushy about it but he’s only like that because he cares.

However, do not just expect him to drop the whole thing! Muzan wants to know everything still. he isn’t going to let this slide.

How long have you been self harming and what compelled you to commit such harmful acts upon yourself?

Is curious and wants to know everything on your mind. even if it secretly hurts him to witness you in so much pain.

He hates the fact that your beautiful skin has been damaged.

Holds you in his arms all while comforting you properly.

This is the first time you’ve seen Muzan this affectionate.

After the two of you have a heart to heart conversation about this he will force you to throw all away your blades

If your refuse he will do it for you.

Muzan is angry, not at you, just by your choices. He knows you can’t help it and that it was a former addiction but he just can’t control it.

He’s also angry with himself for not finding out sooner.

After he finds out you self harm you bet he’s going to become even more protective and keep an eye on you.

If anyone dares to upset you or point out your scars he’ll just kill them right on the spot. Even if it’s one of his uppermoons.

“My dearest, please do not ever do this to yourself again. You know that i’ll always be here for you, don’t you?”

Douma ❄️

It takes Douma awhile to find out.

Mostly because he’s so busy running the cult. His lack of emotion doesn’t make it any better either.

However, with you he feels things! Doesn’t give a fuck about his naive little followers and his duties.

Still dedicates his time to you! Whenever he is bored or not doing anything he will check up on you.

He found out while the two of you were having a cuddling session.

Douma is aware that people self harm but like Muzan he never witnessed it.

Is horrified his S/O would do such a thing.

Doesn’t understand.

He knows it won’t make it any better if he throws a conniption fit so he settles down and communicates with you about it.

He still doesn’t fully understand but do not let that mistake you for him not caring. Douma cares SO much. you may just need to explain everything to him in greater detail.

Oddly is fast at understanding? Because he feels emotions around you it makes things easier.

It breaks his heart to know his S/O would have such thoughts and hurt themselves because of it.

Douma and you throw away your blades together.

And from that moment onwards he’s never letting you out of his sight or giving you any privacy. Not even to use the restroom.

You’re sleeping with him, attending his meetings with his pitiful followers, bathing with him, etc.

Ditches his basics duties for the sake of his beloved S/O.

Douma takes care of you pretty damn well. just his only red flag is the lack of privacy.

Doesn’t give you privacy until you promise him you aren’t going to relapse again.

He just wants to look out for you and protect you from harms way:(

Mentally checks up on you everyday, asks how you’re feeling? etc!

Doesn’t care for other peoples problems in the slightest, he isn’t even listening to his followers, but with you he does as you vent to him about anything that’s on your mind.

Cradles you in his lap whenever you’re upset and gives you all the attention you need!

He loves you fiercely and doesn’t want to lose you.

Reminds you that he’s here for you and that self harming is not the answer. Honestly gives you great and genuine advice.

“My lotus, do you know how upset i would be if i lost you? Please never do such things to yourself ever again!”

A/N: If any of you out there are struggling right now i promise it gets better! As someone who used to self harm frequently who is now almost a year clean i can assure you it gets better over time. You matter and you are loved! <3

I promise i’m getting to everyone’s requests! Feel free to keep sending them in. It may take me time but i’ll make sure to do everyone’s requests in my inbox. Thank you for the overwhelming support. I appreciate you all so very much.

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[dorarakei]

looking at how peaceful and content nanami is in the newest chapter made me feel... as if some weight is being lifted off my shoulder. you know, when he died i was so hurt by it i can feel the pang on my chest as i read "that" panel. i remembered crying my eyes out, and then i woke up with one of the most puffiest face i've ever woke up to. i remembered questioning his death because i thought it's just silly to kill him off in such early phase of the manga. i remembered how empty my chest feels like for the whole week... i can't even describe how much i grieve for him, how much i love him even though he's just a fictional character. i even stopped reading and watching jjk for some months....

but then, chapter 236 came out and we're presented with nanami again. this time is just the same as before: i cried so hard i woke up with puffy face. i had to wake up and go to classes with it. i remembered i went to a coffee shop and the barista were just staring at my face due to how puffy it is. i thought it's a bit cruel for gege to bring him back in a scene, especially in a farewell scene after giving him such a brutal death..

for some days i grieve over the fact that the cost of nanami's smile and peace is his own death. poor man only wants to have something or somewhere or someone static to rely on or to be safe with- he might look all tough and stoic outside, but did you know? deep inside his heart, he's always on the edge, he's always secretly scared to lose, he knows life is so... fleeting, one moment he might be talking to you but the next? who knows? are you going to die? is it his turn to go to the afterlife?

but then again, this is life. nanami can't choose to stop living it. how could he? his mind might be wishing to stop, but his body says the otherwise. when he wakes up alive, intact and breathing, for him it's just a way the universe begging him to continue his life... he could only wish that one day his body, too, could stop on its own. and so he did try to live until the very end of his life.. he didn't regret doing so.

looking at him, so peaceful and content and even his smile looks so.. heartfelt, makes me feel the same. i'm so glad and i feel content looking at him finally getting the calm that he deserved. you know what my reaction is when i see him smiling on jjk 236? i let out a sigh. my shoulders is no longer tense. i realized that i've been holding my breath since i opened the chapter.

this serves as an ending to my long-lasting grief towards him, too. he might have died, yes, but then, at least, he finally got what he deserved there. he could buy those filled breads from the convenience store that he loves so much but got discontinued. he could read the books he bought but haven't had the time to read it yet. maybe he can take better care of his hair, too, so that he would no longer wake up to strands of his blonde hair on his pillow.

#sorry i ranted i needed to let these intense emotion out #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento angst #jjk spoilers #jjk 236 #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

[bbgnyx]

Smut category 4&7 with changbin please

Changbin - Smut Prompt~04/07

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The Saturday morning was simply delightful as you found yourself at your sister's house, accompanied by your boyfriend, Changbin. The newest addition to the family, a precious baby boy, had recently arrived, and the entire clan had gathered to celebrate this joyous occasion.

Even during the breakfast, everyone couldn't help but shower the little one with adoration, leaving the food nearly untouched. As the morning progressed, you all found yourselves lounging on the sofa, engaging in lively conversations, eager to catch up on each other's lives. Changbin had been captivated by the baby's presence from the moment he arrived, looking at him with stargazed looks. With a gentle nudge, you asked if he wanted to hold the baby.

 "Only if your sister is comfortable with it," he replied.

Your sister, with a warm smile, told him, "I don't mind at all," as she handed the baby over to you.

After cradling the baby for a while, you passed him over to Binnie, your heart swelling with affection as you watched him cuddle the little one tenderly, whispering sweet nothings and making adorable faces. A chuckle escaped your lips, overwhelmed with love for Binnie.

As the time came to bid farewell and return to your respective homes, the air was filled with well wishes and congratulations for your sister and her husband, along with an abundance of hugs and kisses for the baby.

Changbin's silence during the ride home had caught your attention, but you dismissed it as mere exhaustion. Little did you know, he had a burning desire for a baby, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. As soon as you stepped through the door, he pressed you against the wall, his voice dripping with desire as he whispered, "I've got baby fever my love. What can we do about that, hmm?" The sensation of his warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

Secretly, you had been longing for a baby too, but you were too shy to express it to Binnie. Now that he had taken the initiative, you couldn't help but surrender to his wishes. He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and positioning himself above you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, tongues entwined in a battle for dominance, as your clothes were discarded and scattered across the room. Breaking the kiss, he admired your body, his voice filled with awe, "Have I ever told you how fucking stunning you are?" He playfully nibbled at the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to shy away from his compliment. He swiftly pinned your hands above your head, lavishing kisses and sucking on every inch of your exposed skin, until he reached your throbbing core, drenched in anticipation.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, "Already so wet, hmm?" You nodded eagerly, desperate for his touch. He chuckled darkly once again, his lips attaching to your pussy, skillfully devouring you. "F-fuck, Binnie," you moaned, struggling to catch your breath amidst the overwhelming pleasure pulsating between your legs. Sinful whimpers escaped your lips as you found yourself reaching the peak of ecstasy. You tapped Changbin’ s shoulder, signalling your climax, and he immediately found his way to your clit, sucking on it with intensity, causing you to release. Gripping the sheets tightly, you came all over your boyfriend's fingers.

A smirk played on his lips as he licked his fingers clean, then kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. Moaning in response, you begged for more. "Hmm, what does my baby want?" he teased, slowly unbuttoning his jeans. "I-I want your cock, please fill me up, Binnie," you whimpered, longing for the connection you had momentarily lost. He chuckled, "So desperate, huh?"

Without wasting a second, he plunged deep inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust. "Be a good girl for daddy, hmm, and take it all in," he growled, gripping your waist tightly as his lips found your hardened nipples, sucking on them eagerly. You felt an animalistic desire take over, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation, but you couldn't care less. All you craved was to be filled with Changbin in that very moment.

You could feel yourself on the brink of your second orgasm that night. "Binnie, I-I'm about to come," you moaned. He simply nodded and increased his pace. Soon enough, you climaxed around his thick, pulsating cock. He continued thrusting, chasing his own release while earning desperate whimpers from you. It didn't take long before he was on the edge as well.

"Let me come inside you, please. I want to fill you up," he pleaded between deep pants and grunts. "I want to see you swollen with my babies, my love." Giving him your permission, he released himself inside you, making sure not a single drop escaped. Afterward, he pulled out and admired the sight of your beautiful, cum-filled pussy. Feeling a bit shy, you instinctively closed your legs.

"Don't," he commanded, pulling your legs apart and licking up the dripping cum from your inner thighs. Once he had savored the taste, he pulled away and lovingly cleaned you up, dressing you in his oversized t-shirt.

You both cuddled closely, as if you hadn't just fucked each other senseless. "So, what color should we paint our baby's room?" Changbin asked playfully, as you hit his arm with a smile on your face.

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[roguelov]

Ok, idk if you've ever read Jane Austen but consider the following:

Morpheus and the Reader making THE WORST first impressions of each other but eventually falling in love when they realize that THEY WERE BOTH WRONG

Morpheus falling in love with the Reader who's this spirited, passionate, creative soul who's more open than he is.

The Reader having an active imagination that amuses Morpheus and he sometimes uses it to make her thoughts come to life

The Reader who has been by Morpheus' side since the beginning and has been secretly in love with him and endures seeing Morpheus in different romantic relationships. Only after he returns from his capture does he realise how much the Reader means to him

Morpheus and the Reader once having a relationship but they break up only to find each other again due to the Reader having a connection to one of his symbols of power (it would be the Ruby and they would be the 'Mother and Son' instead of John Dee and Ethel Cripps).

Reader being the only one to call Morpheus out on his 'high and mighty' bullcrap

These are all based on some tropes I've spotted in each of Jane Austen's books.

BONUS: Reader and Morpheus falling in love but the ghost of his past romantic relationships looms over them and Reader has to run away because she fears she may end up like the others (this one was inspired by Jane Eyre)

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I AM EATING UP ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!

You gently turned over the ruby necklace.

It was his.

You knew it, you knew the moment you spotted it in an old market place. It drew you in, dare you say a moth to a flame.

You should return it, it was the proper thing to do. But, you couldn’t. You couldn’t say goodbye to it. Its warmth was a hug from him, it comforted you immensely. And most of all, you couldn’t step back into the Dreaming to even say hello. Despite the centuries together, despite him being your closest friend, he also broke your heart.

Or you broke his.

It was a mess. A heated breakup over something you couldn’t necessarily remember. Well, you suppose you sort of remembered why: pride, ego, secrecy, and guarded self.

You both thought you were ready for your relationship, but it was a lie. It was an awful rebound for each of you which only severed your once precious relationship and ripped it to tattered shreds.

You clutched the ruby to your chest. A rise of tears swelled up inside of you. Maybe you should just toss it out the window and forget it all. Maybe you should sell it. Or maybe you should hold if tighter and treasure it and all the wondrous happy memories.

“You could imagine my surprise to learn you have found my ruby.”

You whipped around. Dream stood in your room, and he was just a beautiful as you remembered him.

“Dream,” you whispered.

“Hello, my dear,” he spoke softly.

Your heart soared at his affectionate nickname for you. You quickly stood up. Your heart pounded in your chest. However, your initial excitement faltered. His ruby necklace dangled loosely in your hand.

Right. Of course.

You handed it over towards him, “Sorry, you are obviously here for this.”

Stepping closer, he gently pushed down your hand. “I was until I heard you had it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“I recently had some time to reflect,” he began. “And I wished to see you again.”

“What?” You breathed out.

“I want to invite you to the Dreaming, and I wish to discuss our prior … relationship.”

“Dream -“

“Please.” He stepped forward, invading your peace. He clasped your hands in his. His ruby necklace nearly clattered to the floor. “Just give me a few days time and come. We have much to discuss, and I have much to apologize for.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply. He let his senses be consumed by you. How long had it been? Far, far too long.

You sighed, closing your eyes. He was Dream, but something was different about him. To be honest, your heart screamed yes the moment he asked. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

“Wonderful.” He took his ruby back, clutching it in his hand. He softly kissed your temple. “I will come for you, I promise my dear.”

“And I will wait.”

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #🌹 anon #ask

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Crazy about you

Summary: Eddie and y/n have been secretly hooking up for weeks. Harsh words from Jason cause their true feelings to come out.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, Eddie and y/n dance around their feelings briefly, protective Eddie, protective reader. 18+

Had to repost as my Tumblr app is being a dick.

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It started off the same as usual, both of them having an argument in Hawkins High's empty hallway.

Usually, it ended in them kissing or sneaking off to have sex. It had been this way for weeks now.

The first time was an argument in his Hellfire Club, he had been an arrogant arse all day and she went to confront him... They had sex on the large space where he set up the Dungeons and Dragons game.

After that the hookups kept happening, he still annoyed her, and they still argued but he was sweet and tender, no one had ever made her feel this way.

Still, her feelings never got in the way of her getting one over him, she was starting to believe he enjoyed it like it was a form of foreplay.

"You're are the biggest asshole, I've ever met". She huffs at him. Eddie does that cute little smile, all dimples and she's torn between kissing and yelling at him.

As normal he's being an annoying ass.

"You wound me you know? Here I was thinking you were in love with me". Eddie smirks.

The audacity of this man she growls.

"In your dreams Munson, seriously. In your dreams". She cringes because he may be right on the money about that, not that she would ever admit it.

His arm rests above her head and he's so close that it makes her tingle.

"Look at you pretty dove, I bet you're wet just at thought of me huh?". He leans down, his lips close to hers.

She had to give it to him, for an annoying ass he was charming as hell.

"Someone will see us". She points out to him but both know neither gives a fuck who did see.

"Can see it now... The entire school body in a tizzy because the resident good girl is fucking Eddie the freak Munson".

She shrugs not caring about anyone's opinions on the matter pulling him in for a breathtaking kiss that leaves him with his eyes wide and a dazed little smile on his face.

Score one for her she smirks and blows him a kiss as she goes.

Y/n - 1

Eddie - 0

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Being at the popular table had it's perks but the cons were beginning to out weigh the pros.

Jason is one of the biggest reasons she is distancing herself from them, who cared about all the hierarchy and shit at the end of the day?

"What's with your face". Jason asks her annoyed and she turns to him noticing the sniggers from her friends.

"I'm fine, back off Jason". He rolls his eyes and nudged his teammate Jordan.

"You know, no wonder no one's asked you to prom with that attitude, you're such a stuck-up little asshole at times".

The chatter at the table freezes and she feels her body warm in embarrassment at a few of the people at it.

Only Chrissy isn't laughing and tells Jason to stop being a dick but she's heard enough and gets up.

He grabs her wrist and it is such a tight, grip that she snaps at him fuming that he's touched her in such a way.

She walks out trying to hide her tears.

He's wrong about prom she has been asked, she just doesn't seem to want to go with anyone.

Eddie... she smiles a little imagining being with him at prom, it would be so much fun and the longing in her heart builds.

Someone touches her arm and she jumps, then notices that it's Eddie and wipes her eyes.

His concerned look touches her heart and she doesn't argue when he takes her hand and leads her outside.

Anger clouds his features and he's throwing off major protective vibes.

"Let me see your wrist?". She holds it out and he takes it his gaze tender and his touch tender as he eyes the dark bruising.

"I can go back inside and punch him out right?". He seethes and she rests her hand against his chest.

"I'm okay, he's a dick. Don't get into trouble because of him". His jaw tenses and she cuddles into him, surprising them both.

He pauses listening to her rant.

"He hurt you". He snarls and she soothes him, eventually, his tense body softens and he holds her.

"I'm fine, he was being an ass about prom, called me a stuck-up bitch and said that's why no one asked me, guys have asked me it's just not who I wanted to ask me and honestly? I'm not even sure I want to go in the first place".

"Well ditch it. I'm not going, couldn't give a shit, he pauses and frowns, what asshole asked you?". His brown eyes darken and she smiles thrilled that he cares.

"You sound jealous". He presses his body to hers and kisses her neck.

"Maybe, but let's face it. None of the fuckers who asked you could ever please you as I can".

Cocky shit. She does agree with him though and the guys who did ask only did it to go with a cheerleader, they didn't care about her.

His expression softens.

"If you did want to go... I would go with you if you wanted me to". He murmurs and she smiles contented.

She feels elated.

"I'd like that, I'd really like that Eddie but I don't want you to be bored or anything, I know it's not your scene".

He smiles.

"I don't know. I admit the music will be cheesy as fuck but I get to dance with you and I may even wear a suit".

"With your leather jacket on because that would be hot". He nods along with her.

"You drive me crazy sweetheart but I'm also completely crazy for you, I'd do anything to see you smile".

"I'm crazy about you too Ed's". His lips meet hers and she kisses him back fiercely.

💖

The minute she enters the cafeteria and hears Jason's ranting about the Hellfire Club she looks over finding Eddie's face tightening in anger as Jason looms over the table.

Asshole. She grits her teeth, no, no more.

"Jason, leave him alone !" she calls and he turns to her rolling her eyes and he pushes her away. Eddie gets up at that point snapping.

"You really are looking for my fist in your face huh?". Eddie rages.

Jason laughs.

"What the fuck? You think y/n would want to be with you Munson? Freak extradionare, low life".

She punches him, she can't believe she did it but she does, shit she's never violent but he's such a condescending smug asshole.

Eddie grins at her proudly, moving Jason out of the way, he hovers over her protectively ready for Jason's reaction as the Hellfire boys chatter excitedly.

Jason gapes and his jaw drops completely at Eddie's arm around her.

"You're letting that freak touch you". She looks at him mischievous.

"I let him do a lot more than that". She watches the dawning horror on his features and he splutters backing away.

"Freaks, you're both freaks". She grins, yup and proud of it and then pouts at Eddie.

"My hand hurts, it was worth it, but it hurts".

He kisses her hand gently ignoring a still babbling Jason and holds her tight.

"All better baby,". He sits down, pulls her onto his knee and she rests her head against his chest, very excited for their future together and for prom that was only a few weeks away.

💖

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

cuffed on the ropes.

A karl jacobs au.

nsfw acts: rope ties, blowjobs and normal sex. oh, and degradation kink. Read at your own risk.

I wash my hands and turn off the faucet, pulling a nearby tissue roll and wipe the water off my hands. Karl brought me to the set of MrBeast's Squid Game earlier. It's a genuinely enjoyable experience to witness this game behind the scenes, but in the middle of the game I felt the need to pee.

And it's because of staring at his suit for most of the time. I've been freezing on a chair as I watched him move around with that striking guard suit he wears. The appeal to me is so strong that I felt something wet inside me, which made me blush pink and squirm uncomfortably at my legs.

I shake the thought of that and grab my bag on the counter. Turning to the door, it opens and to my surprise, it's Karl who's entering.

"Oh, hey Karl!" I smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh..." he trails into a soft chuckle, "I just wanna pee."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really? This is a female restroom. Unless..." I softly bite my lip, placing the bag on the counter again, "You have some...agenda up on your sleeve."

Karl doesn't look me in the eyes—he sucks up some air, and put his hands on his pockets before facing me. "To be honest, y-yeah."

He walks towards me and grabs something from behind—I gasp with the thing he pulled out just now. I look back at him, and his face is now painted with a serious look—and it's a familiar kind of serious.

I swallow my throat. "S-Seriously? We're gonna do it like, right here?" My voice lowers to a whisper. "MrBeast might need you any minute."

"He won't need me for a moment, don't worry," he says, giving me a smile that makes my heart flutter.

"But, how long would that moment be, exactly—"

"Shh." In a sudden motion, he hooks my neck and twists me until my back hits his chest. His breath warms my ear that tingled in response, melting into light shivers on my shoulders.

"That moment doesn't matter now. And all I want is to punish you." His voice is shockingly low. "So turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Right now, I can feel my body awakening in energy from all that's happening in this minute. My flower is still quite damp. He's unbelievable—Karl is a soft-spoken man, sweet and a hugger with that sunny-side smile—and no one would ever believe that underneath his personality is secretly an inner freak.

And I'm the only one who saw it.

My head lowers onto my shoulder, slowly smirking with a stifled laugh. "Okay, Sir Jacobs."

I put my hands on the back of my waist and the rope quickly wraps around my wrists, tight and robust like he does want to keep me like this. I utter a soft moan, only to be halted by the sudden tightening of the rope.

"Tell me, sir...is there something I did wrong to deserve this punishment?"

"I've caught you eyeing on me almost the whole time." The rope then goes around my torso. "And it's driving me mad, if you ask me."

I lower my head, blushing. "It's not my fault you were hot in that outfit."

"But you're only making it hard to put my boner down."

He finishes tying me up and turns my whole self to the mirror. I now look like a slut. His slut, in particular. His hand trails from my side until the fingers hold my chin, and cups it, then traces across my blunt jawline.

"Look at you, buttercup. How does it feel being tied up like a whore, huh?" he mutters, looking straight at the mirroring me with a subtle smirk on his face. He moves his waist forward and rubs it against my bum, making me gasp.

Karl is genuinely rock-hard.

And to add to the arousal are my squirms on the ropes, and I feel my flower twitch and dampen further, much to my shame. It's an aching throb that I feel the urge to be on my knees, begging him to suck his dick.

"You love being handled this way, do you?" He looks directly to my side, his other hand groping around my neck. "If you were a participant of the Squid Game who lost a challenge, I would tie you up somewhere and make you feel like a slut. Just like this."

"Y-Yes, Sir."

"Good." Karl plants a tender kiss at the crook of my neck, "Turn around and kneel."

I turn my body to face him, and kneel down to the level of his crotch. He looks down at me, holding my chin to lift my head and slaps me softly for a few times, humming humble yet condescending. He unzips his zipper and pulls out his manhood. It's a sheer boner, and it rushes the adrenaline throughout my body.

"Suck it, bitch."

Karl grabs a fistful of my hair and guides me to entering his manhood through my mouth. He thrusts slow as he gains control over me while I continue to move against the ropes that were restricting my movement. Soft moans of his fill the short silence of the restroom, me soon moaning in sync as his thrusts gradually escalate in speed.

"Ahh, you're so good," he says through his brief breaths. "You're so good, buttercup—ohh fuck, that's it."

"Mm..." I say in response. My flower twitches again, so impatient to have its turn, but I still savor the fullness of his dick pulling and plunging into my mouth like it's a casual fleshlight.

"Ohh, I'm gonna come..."

The thrusts get faster and deeper and at this point, I can't keep up with the pace so I let him barge himself into my mouth as he pleases. His breaths are becoming louder, meaning he's closer to approaching his peak.

As I feel like he's at the point to fully reach his climax, he suddenly stops and releases me from the blowjob. We look at each other for a while as we gasp for air—the sparks showers me seeing that gentle but dominating stare.

"Get up." He says and pulls my arm to help me get on my feet. I lean on the counter and I look into the mirror—he pulls out a condom, which makes me smirk.

"What a gentleman that you brought one." I say.

"Safety first," he mutters, smiling. "Thanks, though."

I mirror the same smile back in response.

Not long after, Karl tilts me slight to face the mirror before pushing me forward until my front torso touches the hard, cold counter, and he pulls the jeans and panty off, exposing my bum in the flesh. The sound of an unbuckled belt follows and I then feel the manhood digging carefully to my entrance that I let out a loud moan. He hushes me as I gradually feel all of him—I moan louder this time, and a hand quickly covers my mouth.

"Stop being so loud...you're gonna get us caught." He says in a low voice. "I'm gonna keep your mouth shut until we cum, okay?"

"Mmph," I nod, my eyes haze at how I look on the mirror right now.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, moaning as he picks up the pace in slow motion. Once I get accustomed to the sensation, he starts to ride me a little faster, a bit more deeper, that it starts to escalate into solid, rough thrusts.

"Ohh, that's so good...yeah that's right, take my dick like a slut you are..."

I moan in his hand, my stomach knotting as I get so close to the point of orgasm. Our moans begin to gain tone that they become loud enough for the silence in the whole restroom to fade away. Our hips collide that I hear the sound of our skin clashing—I feel pretty drowsy from his manhood hitting deep and accurate in all the right spots.

"Ohhh I'm gonna come, ahh fuck, buttercup!"

"Mmph...shit, I-I'm so," I mutter, his hand loose on my mouth but his thumb intrudes between my lips.

A few more thrusts and we get to reach the climax—amounts of fertile liquid secreting while his manhood is still inside. He exits my manhood and lets go of my mouth, moans turning into heavy breaths.

Karl throws the condom to a near trash can and unties the ropes and arches me straight up. He brings my back to his chest as he embraces me like a stuffed toy, laying his head on my shoulder. My lips form into a sweet smile before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Was it pretty good?" He asks in a mumble.

I nod. "It's a great one, Karl. I love you."

He smiles at me, "Thanks. Love you too."

#cornersmut #karl jacobs smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut

[coveredindaisies]

You're sitting next to me sobbing. I'm holding you and trying to console you as you pour out your heart. All the things that are happening to you are overwhelming you. You've reached your breaking point. Why did he have to cheat? Why aren't you enough? Why did things have to go to shit with your roommate? Why did you have to move out from the house you liked so much? Why doesn't anyone understand you? I whisper to you softly "I know. I know. It's going to be all right. I've got you." Secretly I've never found you sexier than you are in this moment. Broken and distraught. Your pretty face streaked with tears. You look up at me and your just a scared little girl again. You pick up a small wooden box with a skull design on the lid sitting next to you and hand it to me. "Please just make it all stop." You beg between sobs. I open the box and instantly my face changes. I'm no longer a man trying to comfort his best friend during a difficult painful time I'm now a ravenous predator licking his lips as he eyes his prey. I can see the fear on your face as you struggle to make the next words come out. Your voice is shaky and you're visibly trembling as you speak. "I don't care how bad it hurts or what you do to me I just need it all to end tonight. Please I'm begging you. If you ever loved me or cared about me give me the release I need." I pick up the knife from the box and slowly slit the dress you're wearing and pull it off of you. I don't trust myself to speak. The mix of emotions coursing through me is too much. You can see what I'm going through written on my face. You lie back on the couch arching your back. Your perfect body displayed in the moonlight is more than I can resist and you know it. I straddle you and slowly press the tip of the blade down into your stomach. You gasp as you feel it sink slowly deeper and deeper into you. The pain is worse than you imagined. Involuntarily you start to reach for the knife but one look at the darkness in my eyes changes your mind. You're biting your lip trying not to scream as I pull the blade back out of you. Your eyes lock onto the blade as your blood drips from its tip. Dark crimson blood is welling up from your stomach. You gasp again as I push my throbbing dick deep into your tight wet pussy. Fucking you slow hard and deep as I plunge the knife into you again and again. Slamimg my cock against your cervix with each thrust. Savoring the way your insides clench me involuntarily with each new stab wound. Soon your body is covered in a dozen wounds. We are both bathed in your blood. You still refuse to scream, determined to die on your own terms, but the pain is overwhelming and you can't keep from crying. So far I've been careful to avoid major blood vessels so you won't die quickly. Now staring deep into your eyes I slip the knife between your ribs and puncture your left lung then again to puncture your right. I swear I see the faintest smile cross your face as your breathing gets ragged as you begin to drown in your own blood. You're shivering from loss of blood. There's blood at the corners of your mouth as you struggle to breathe. Your arm reaches frantically for something on the table above your head. I look and see a little purple stuffed bear. I pick him up and hand him to you. You clutch him tightly to your chest. You're mouthing words at me but I can't make them out. Finally you gasp "Please." "Finish." "Me." I move the knife to your throat but I don't cut yet. Instead I place the handle in your hand and wrap my hand around yours then move the blade back to your throat. "Together" I whisper. You smile weakly and your throat is opened. The spray of your blood onto my chest drives me over the edge and I cum deep inside you as you fade away. I can't let you go so I cradle your dead body for a long time. Finally I tear myself away after kissing you goodbye. I reach back into that little wooden box you handed to me at the beginning and pull out a braided lock of your hair. I will keep this piece of you with me. As I walk out the door I'm the one with tears in my eyes.

You expect me to follow that up with words? oooffff 😵‍💫

#everyone better realllyyyy enjoy this #a work of art right here #…. woah anon #anon ask #anon <3 #autassassinophilia #autassasin #paraphilia #corpse #erotophonophilia #autoassassinophilia #rough cnc #knife play #pain play #cnc k!nk

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

When teasing goes a bit too far [pt.4]

Characters: Asra, N

Selfship: Asra and N (queerplatonic)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Asra and N spend some days at their house in the Nopal desert, and it seems like they had secretly planned for the same thing.

Notes: THIS ALSO FEELS VERY MESSY IM SORRY XDDDD I've personally reread this many times for comfort purposes but. I wouldn't be surprised if it was easily unlikeable for others

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Epilogue

“Should we go out later?”

“Uhm? Got somewhere in mind, Asra?”

N was focused on tidying up the bed after an evening of tea, chatting and doing some tarot readings for the other in their small house in Nopal. As soon as they closed the little box with all the cards inside, they got down from bed and looked at their partner with curiosity in their eyes.

“Maybe,” they answered with a teasing smile. “I think I found a place you’ll like.”

“Oh, sounds promising.”

“Yes, and it’ll just take a bit of walking. It is worth it, and I can offer you my hand to hold during the way.”

“Right” N laughed as they crouched down to organise one of the bags they had brought for the trip. “Sounds nice, actually. So, at what hour do you say we should leave?”

Asra’s smile became wider, his heart pounding. They pointed at a bag for N to bring it to them and then started to list off some ideas for dinner. Barely a few seconds later, N bent down a bit to walk down his arm, which was stretched to keep the cupboard open, and held him as they looked through the food they had. The simple gesture made them think of how lucky they felt to have each other even in the most ordinary moments.

And, just as they had mentioned some hours earlier, Asra offered his hand to N after a few minutes of walking. They had just checked the bag once again and followed him to the north, almost as if they were going back to Vesuvia. After dedicating Asra a funny look, they received a contagious smile and held their hand a bit tighter. He knew where he was going, and the confirmation of N having no idea just made the journey even more entertaining.

Some palm trees started to paint a new scenery as they left the clear desert behind. N's eyes wondered if that path Asra was improvising had always been there. Their route curved and curved, finding new plants and sounds constructing their surroundings and making N smile at the small new discoveries. As the Sun teased to disappear for the day, Astra turned to them with a smile.

"Are you prepared?"

N just nodded. Their heart started to beat faster, and they took their partner's hand as he guided them through the last couple of bushes.

Then, the sea. 

Had they walked that much? It didn't feel like it. Not to N, nor their shiny eyes and expressive face. Their other hand patted Asra's shoulder repeatedly in the excitement of the moment.

"But— How? We were in Nopal! A random desert in the middle of nowhere!! How did we get here in less than an hour?"

"A magician doesn't reveal their tricks."

"Oh, I bet you just got lost once and happened to find it," they laughed, holding him close enough to rest their cheek on his shoulder. "But you were right, this really is a nice place to have dinner. I can't wait to see the Moon."

"Same here," they spoke, and then clapped. "For now, let's prepare this little picnic, shall we?"

Empty bags and small boxes of food and napkins limited their movements in a matter of minutes. They sat in front of the other and admired the quiet sea as its waves played with the night's darkness. And when their stomachs were full enough, their hearts still longed for more so they made space to move closer to each other. When N got comfortable sitting almost behind Asra, they rested their head on his shoulder and stared at the view from there.

"I love nights in Nopal," he mentioned with a soft voice, eyes locked on the Moon. N could appreciate the satellite's light just by looking at his eyes.

"And I love you."

"Oh, look who's the corny one now," Asra answered with a chuckle. Their partner couldn't help but stare at him from his shoulder. Their white hair in the middle of the night, his smile shining somehow, the littlest motions making their heart feel alive. Seeing —feeling— Asra from so close filled N's body with peace.

They swallowed saliva and blinked slowly. Then, lifted their head, although still not leaving Asra's personal space. N's hand suddenly searched for his.

"Asra," they called, looking at their eyes. N's hand opened and left a pendant on the other's palm. "Would you marry me?"

The magician's eyes opened in surprise. He could feel the cold metal in his hand, but he somehow feared to check what it was. He could only look at N. Their eyes full of emotion and that smile that told them they didn't want to let go, perhaps to stay forever. No, surely to stay forever. Asra felt tears forming in his eyes first and words in his throat next.

"You—! I was supposed to be the one to say that!," he complained, softly punching their shoulder.

"Oh, really?" N chuckled, although the nervousness was slowly getting to them. "I don't remember us ever agreeing on that."

Asra smiled and put their foreheads together, their curls intertwining under the clear sky.

"At least... Let me say what I had thought of, will you?"

"...Wait, are you crying?"

"How wouldn't I. You really surprised me there," he giggled as he tried to wipe some tears. N's fingers appeared to his rescue and helped clear their sight. Their partner didn't hesitate to snuggle into them as his right hand took a pair of rings out of his pocket. "You needn't wear it on your finger, I know you're not a ring person, but trust me when I say these designs were made for us. I thought you could use it on a necklace, too. I mean, that is, if you accept."

N stayed silent. Their eyes and smile spoke a million words to Asra's soul, and he continued under the appreciation of their gaze.

"I can't believe you stole my moment..." they teased.

"Oh, this is our moment, Asra. I am listening."

"So..." A hopeful sigh. Asra's smile seemed impossible to erase. "N. My dear N. I kind of imagined how this would go while I was daydreaming some time ago. A long while before our... event at the marketplace happened. I didn't give it too much thought. Perhaps I couldn't imagine the power that calling you spouse would eventually have over my heart."

Their fingers were caressed as they held the pendant in his palm. Still not looking at it, still focusing on the person in front of him and all that he wanted to tell them.

"The thing is, I actually enjoyed it. Quite a lot. And I wouldn't dare to imagine a future without you by my side. Besides, I think we can make a great celebration out of this one. Every consequence of us getting married that I can think of just makes me even more fond of the idea. The look on our clients' faces when we mention we are spouses, all of these events as a way to celebrate how close we are to each other, its meaning of a shared life, the discounts for married couples..."

"So, you just want cheap pumpkin bread," N interrupted after jokingly gasping.

"Nah, I want the expensive one but at a cheap price. And to share it with you. I think we can make it happen."

"As long as we have chocolate cake in our wedding."

"As long as we have chocolate cake in our wedding," Asra repeated, smiling widely. "Therefore, N," he brought the two rings closer for their partner to see. They had their initials and symbols that also appeared in tarot cards they had gifted to each other. "Would you accept me as your husband?"

N breathed in, eyes shining. "Only if you check what I've given you first."

Their eyebrows raised as if they had just remembered they hadn't seen it. So he slowly relaxed his fingers, revealing a gold pendant that he could easily open by just pressing a button. Inside of it, dry petals of different sizes and colours stayed safe under a layer of resin. His eyes went instantly to N's.

"They are from our trips. And some flowers we've tried to grow at home, too. I like to see it as a token for all we've lived together, and it still has space for everything else that we'll experience in the future. I want you to have it, Asra."

He closed the gift again and brought it to his chest. After doing so, they put it in their pocket to hold N's cheek with their now free hand.

"So? Is that a yes?" 

"I'm the one who asked first, remember? It's you who needs to answer."

Both of them chuckled, and he had to admit they had a point. Even if the answer was obvious at this point, his heart longed to hear it loud and clear. It would be embarrassing for him to admit how much he wished so. He needed another moment, for which he rested their forehead on N’s again.

“Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

N automatically sighed with a smile, almost as if they had considered he would say otherwise. Their shaky hands held Asra to bring them closer and they hid in the crook of his neck. Taking the words, the warmth and the fondness in. Asra had said yes. Asra had said yes.

“Gosh,” they let out over time, “I was so scared there. I really did not feel worthy of saying it.”

“What? Wasn’t I obvious enough when I admitted it would be nice to have you as my spouse?”

“Dude, the confidence that gave me wore off over time. I was shaking when I took the pendant back home to bring it with me.”

“Well, this dude right here is now your fiancé, N.” Asra chuckled, holding their partner’s arms as they looked at each other’s eyes. “And I can and will gladly tell you how happy that makes me.”

His smile showed those dimples again, and N couldn’t help but slowly get closer to kiss them. Asra played with their hair until he held it back to reciprocate the kisses, and the Moon witnessed one last confession from the magician on that enchanting night:

“I’m so lucky to love you.”

#f/o community #self ship community #self shipping #self ship #f/o #selfship #queerplatonic f/o #words from me to you #safeship #safeshipping #self insert #fanfic #fanfiction #selfship fanfic

[jellicledelice]

The Story Left Untold - a Demeter Playlist

Don't wanna ask For the moon in the sky Though I love you To that big old moon and back Don't wanna ask For the twinkle in your eye

I saw it once I'll make do with that

A Demeter playlist, following her life before, during, and after Macavity. Yearning for love, thinking you've found it, then realizing, achingly, that it wasn't worth the pain it caused - and that you must run away.

Party girl - Michelle Gurevich

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me - Low

Caresse mes cheveux - Dolorès

Killing me softly with his song - Nancy Sinatra

I follow you - Melody's Echo Chamber

J'en déduis que je t'aime - Charles Aznavour

Michelle - Sir Chloe

I Lost Myself (I'm hungry... and that ain't right) - Meow Meow

Goodbye my Dictator - Michelle Gurevich

Farewell my Love - Charles Pasi

Before I Fall - Latchkey Kid

La Niaise - Leila Huissoud

Je ne t'ai jamais aimé - Babx

Wayward Hum - Vashti Bunyan

Those songs deal with difficult topics such a domestic abuse and running away from violence. Please proceed with caution.

This was partially inspired @white-cat-of-doom 's Demeter and Macavity fanmixes, which you can find here !

Breakdown and explanation of each songs below.

Party girl - Michelle Gurevich

What's your name? What's your art? Nobody knows About my broken heart

Yes, I'm a party girl Crazy girl See my lips how they move Can't you see I'm a natural?

To me, Demeter starts off life as a stray - and it's a lonely life being a stray. A nihilistic one, too : being a street cat, you're not sure you'll survive long enough to see the next sunrise. She's always hungry, be it for food or companionship, any companionship, any kind of love at all, because she's been missing it all her life. This leads to the careful construction of a façade : that of a careless, nihilistic, edgy person, when inside, she's not like that at all : she wants love, and comfort, and to have someone care for her.

Last Night, I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me - Low

Last night I felt Real arms around me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long Before the last one? And tell me how long Before the right one?

Following that thought, another song about loneliness and hope for love. This kind of settles the ground for Macavity's arrival : Demeter is a runaway, has been all her life, and she secretly yearns for someone's unconditional love. She dreams and hopes, and finds herself foolish for it - but it can't be helped. Even if she feels there is no hope, she still dreams it. She just doesn't want to be lonely anymore.

Caresse mes cheveux - Dolorès

J'en ai rêvé toute la nuit / I've dreamt about him all night Je veux que ce soit lui / I want it to be him Le seul et l'unique, ce beau chevalier / My one, my only, my handsome knight Sera l'amour de ma vie / He'll be the love of my life

Qu'il caresse mes cheveux / He'll carress my hair Qu'il se plonge dans mes yeux / Stare into my eyes Rythme son souffle sur le mien / Breathe as quickly as I Et me tienne la main / And hold my hand tightly

Demeter's dreams have been given form : a charismatic, well-spoken tom, whom, she hopes, will give her everything she's ever wanted. It's a very romantic song, full of childlike wonderment and hopes, but it's also a very sad song, falling into despair on the last verse. It's as though she suddenly realizes how foolish those dreams are, but, then again, she can't help but think - what if this time, they come true ? Wouldn't that be amazing ?

Killing me softly with his song - Nancy Sinatra

I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song

Macavity is a talented manipulator. He's a smart fellow, too, able to figure out what people want quickly - so that he may reach his own goals. With Demeter, he uses that same tactic, using her vulnerability and her hunger for love to further his own agenda. Worst part is, he does love her, but he does not know how to love selflessly. So at first, he acts exactly like she would want him to : he's kind, loving, protective. Unused to having those desires fulfilled, Demeter is soon blinded with love.

I follow you - Melody's Echo Chamber

I need someone To be close When at night my own demons Sneak under my pillow

Not someone That comes and goes wherever I need you here Stay and show me your love

The honeymoon doesn't last very long. Soon, Demeter finds the real Macavity under his layer of manipulation and trickery : the moody, egotistical, selfish genius he truly is. She accepts him as he is, at first, still in the throes of her love for him... But how long will it last ? It's starting to feel like maybe he doesn't care about her, after all - at least not as much as he used to pretend he did.

J'en déduis que je t'aime - Charles Aznavour

J'en déduis que je t'aime / That tells me I love you J'en déduis que je t'aime / That tells me I love you

Par le froid qui m'étreint / The cold chill that chokes me Lorsque je t'apperçois / Whenever I see you Par mon souffle coupé / My gasping breaths Et mon sang qui se glace / And the icy blood in my veins Par la désolation / The desolation Qui réduit mon espace / That fills up my head Et le mal que souvent tu me fais / And the hurt you often cause me Malgré toi / In spite of yourself

More and more of Macavity's true nature begins to show through. Demeter now realizes he's nothing like who he pretended to be. And yet, she still defends him in her mind - perhaps to shield herself - thinking that he's not hurting her on purpose, that, truly, deep inside, he's good. Although, that thought gets less and less comforting as time goes on.

Michelle - Sir Chloe

You look so nice I've been so cold You wanna be my special one I cannot breathe Please just go home

Michelle Michelle You are a monster from Hell

Trying to make sense of his behavior is getting exhausting, and Demeter is so tired. She wants to go back to the way it was before, even when there is no way for it to happen. Macavity is a silver-tongued devil, and keeps her coming back somehow ; attempting to convince her that it'll be different this time, that he loves her. He almost manages to, sometimes...

I Lost Myself (I'm Hungry... And That Ain't Right) - Meow Meow

Maybe you loved me for an hour? A day? A week? I'm not sure when it all slipped away But I'm still lying, crying at your feet A ball and chain, an old refrain To the man who will not even speak

It’s no good for a proud girl to give so much away, It’s no good for a smart girl not to let you walk away, But I’m dying without you and dying within, My days were all about you, so where would I begin To live?

... Until it finally, frightfully dawns on Demeter that this story is doomed. That perhaps it never had any future at all. But where is she to go, in this situation ? He managed to corner her in a way that he is now the only constant presence in her life. What will become of her without him ?

Goodbye my Dictator - Michelle Gurevich

So goodbye my dictator, goodbye 'Cause everybody knows it's time You've had more than your share of pie Goodbye, my tormentor, goodbye Goodbye, my dictator, goodbye 'Cause everybody's sick and tired We'll all be dancing when you die Goodbye, my dictator, goodbye

All this bargaining and sadness soon give way to anger ; and all the pent-up resentment Demeter felt over how he treated her begins to overflow. She's done with him, with his cruelty and his orders and his schemes. She's leaving.

Farewell my Love - Charles Pasi

You walk alone Carryin' around that heavy load Let me ease your pain Forget my music and my name I'll be gone by tomorrow No more pain no more sorrow

Farewell my love Farewell my love

When Demeter leaves, Macavity doesn't know, of course. If he did, he'd try to stop her, and succeed - because the Mystery Cat always gets what he wants in the end. Demeter doesn't shut the door on him. She escapes, quietly, in the dead of night, and disappears. Perhaps he was a better teacher than she thought, because she leaves no trace behind.

Before I Fall - Latch Key Kid

You and I alone Far away from home Into the great unknown Hand in hand we roam

When Demeter leaves, she's not exactly alone. She brings Jemima with her - her daughter, the one heir Macavity desperately wanted, and that (with some luck) he'll never know exists. It's not exactly easy, fleeing with a newborn kitten. But however frightening it may be, Demeter is driven by the thought that her daughter will grow up free, away from Macavity's shadow.

La Niaise - Leila Huissoud

On s'est dit: "Faut partir de rien" / We thought "You gotta start from the bottom" Et puis se faire tout seul / And then build your way up Avec du vide plein les mains / With hands full of empty Tu l'imagines, ma petite gueule / Can you imagine, my big mouth Le sourire paumé en chemin / With my smile lost on the way Parce que ça plaît plus à personne / Since nobody likes it Quand la gosse se change en chien / When the girl becomes a dog Et que le chien grogne / And the dog starts to bite

When she runs away, Demeter goes back to her old life : the life of a stray. Except this time, she feels even more jaded, and hurt, and scared. Every light in the shadow is Macavity's eye ; every sound is his footstep ; every voice in the dark is his own. He's everywhere around her. She hasn't been able to truly escape, and it's torturous. Still, she defends herself and her daughter the best she can, in hope to one day find shelter.

Je ne t'ai jamais aimé - Babx

Je ne t'ai jamais aimé / I never loved you Pas même une saison / Not even for one season Et je maudis l'été / And I curse the summer Où tu m'as dit ton nom / When you told me your name

D’ailleurs de ce nom là / And besides, that name Je ne m'en souviens pas / I don't even remember it M'en souvenir me tue / To remember kills me M'en souvenir me tue / To remember kills me

Demeter has found a home in the Junkyard, among the Jellicles. Here, she and her daughter are safe, and protected, and loved - and most of all, hopeful. Relieved and finally able to put down her walls, Demeter wants to forget everything : her life with Macavity, her past, her pain and fear. But try as she might, it's a part of her now. And denying that she ever loved Macavity is a fool's errand, because she did, she truly did. But now, she can start anew. Even if it's hard to move on.

Wayward Hum - Vashti Bunyan

Peace and gentleness. At last.

#cats the musical #cats musical #demeter cats #macavity #cats playlist #demecavity #WOWEE it's finally done !!

[sooophiiiii]

I put so much value on romantic love, always have. Maybe that's why I feel so worthless.

The thing is I could never say i am unloved. How could I say that when my best friend of 10 years writes me sweet letters on my birthday every year? When my mom cries whenever I leave home for a long period of time? When my uncle sincerely tells me to take care of myself because while he and his wife couldn't have children they saw me as one of their own? When friends I haven't spoken to in a long time say something kind to me even when I haven't been the kindest to them? How could I ever say I lead a life with absence of love?

But the thing is, I am eighteen. I am a teenager at heart. I am stupid, and I wish for what I don't have. All I want is what I don't have. But not only that, I've always felt like I was meant for love. God. I have so much love to give. I could make someone feel so needed, because they would in fact, be needed. I could take care of someone. A man. I could. That's all I wanted to do since I was a child. I wanted the life they could give me, the company. The butterflies in the stomach. Feeling cute and nervous to do the most trivial thing like going to the supermarket. Even without their presence, you feel the butterflies, because you know out there there's someone waiting for you, longing for you as much as you long for them. Thinking of your kisses and caring touches. I feel so sorry for my younger self. I often imagine myself talking to her. Telling her of all of the incredible things we achieved. She looks up at me, mesmerized, but with eager eyes, she waits for me to get to the subject she wants to hear the most about. And then I don't get to it. I don't say anything, she doesn't say anything, but her heart is secretly shattered. And then I cry into her arms. She holds me, confused. Because she was certain we'd live a beautiful romance, she just thought every girl went through that. Every real, deserving, loving, girl of this society would live all that she dreamed of. Well maybe i'm not that loving, and therefore not that deserving. Hell, sometimes I think i'm not even living in society right. I failed her in so many ways, I failed in accepting the love we do have. And I tried, I swear. I've tried going to the supermarket without the butterflies, loving the trivial things because they were beautiful in the fact that they existed and I am able to experience them. Loving my mother's love, my friend's love with the same intensity i would've loved a boyfriend. But inside of me there is still a child hungry for butterflies. And the hungrier she gets the more she smashes my heart. And the less I believe i'll ever receive the love me and her dreamed of for so long.

#personal #brutal honesty #i wish i had a boyfriend #i'm so childish sometimes it hurts

[sasorikigai]

"Didya think I forgot yer birthday? I would never, sugar." Another year, another birthday. The singer is still mystified she's known Hanzo for as long as she has now and how close they've grown in that time. No matter how much she knows the commander, his sweet tooth (if you could call it that...) could never be identical to her own and once again she had to become creative with the dessert of choice for the birthday. Red wine poached pears are not an easy recipe to create and having secretly figure out how to perfect the dessert for her darling commander, Olivia hopes the end result is satisfactory for him.

At the dinner table is the poaches pears, served with a small scoop of mascarpone cheese, along with two boxes near the dish. Inside one box is a brand new dress tie, for work or leisure, and the other box contains a pair of genuine leather black gloves for the winter season. Hanzo, the ever frugal and careful man, was in need of a new pair of leather gloves, the singer concluded after noticing he had worn the same pair since they had known each other.

"I know the gifts are cliché an' not as extravagant as say a new watch as I've previously given but... I know they'll be useful for ya." Lips curl up into a sheepish grin, hoping the commander's birthday isn't disappointing with her modest gifts. "Happy birthday, Hanzo." [For modern verse of Hanzo and Liv <3]

Hanzo's Birthday Shenanigans || @somniaxperdita || always accepting!

💥 || Receiving love and warmth in his low phases is like a getting a life jacket that finally fits his soul and spirit. It is the inextinguishable, sempiternal fuel that keeps him going in unpredictable moments his energy is running on empty. Their connections with capacity to hold this space for him that should never be taken for granted become abundant; for love for Hanzo Hasashi, had been nothing, but a obsession with undertones of melancholic sorrow and depression. 

Embossed to his bones and soul is this non-alleviated grief, and he is the miner protecting his head from the crush of two thousand pounds of ore. He could only hear distorted, distant sound of anxious shouts for help, but dust settling on the intermittent silence of what was unfeeling to frantic hands clawing helplessly and aimlessly at rock, failing to ease the weight as his heart would gradually bust into a million little pieces. People may all have a song to sing, but for so long, had Hanzo hidden it behind his unyielding passion and stubbornness, hoping to help him keep his little piece of peace. 

If Commander Hasashi accumulated all the things he wishes he could have, he would have a mountain of things thrown away like piled-up dreams, what ifs, would’ves, should’ves. The perpetual weariness and his solemn intensity is like a warring machine, stirring up the mighty waves of steam, riding on his overwhelmed, over-whirring mind. How Hanzo remains struck by the love’s ardor; how it is like being carried to the stars themselves, born aloft in a cavalcade of disorientation, which could be both terrifying and awe-inspiring. 

And how his heart beats in thunderous acceleration, to set his being to cacophonous palpation. The mind reeling as if drunk, but barely conceivable by outside. His expression remains caught in a delighted, genuine smile, the concoction of such comforting, homey dessert - happens to be his favorite - waft through the entirety of their apartment, as his energy radiates electric and alive. “You are someone who looks at me and treats me with a deep reverence for my existence and I truly, genuinely appreciate that,” such unconstrained, passionate words emit with his characteristic smokiness, as his bright chestnut eyes examine the classic, practical gifts bestowed onto him. “Thank you for being the biggest part of my life, for you aren’t just a fallen dry leaf to my flower, but the water that nurtures it. You complete every part of me, and fulfill every dream of mine through your loving words and actions. I grow and through them as I continue to learn to live and with you.” 

Hanzo only knows he finds peace in Olivia Winter’s company, and in return, he can give nothing, except his heart. And that is what he will do, as anticipation bubbles up in his being; a fluttery feeling that is making each beat of his heart birth a million butterflies carrying those colorful dreams, blooming bouquet of flowers with starry faces singing to the avid joy of shining beauty, as he radiates this aura of happiness.  💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #✗ successions of binding music (olivia winter || somniaxperdita) #(this was so sweet of her!!) #somniaxperdita

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 48 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

- Kalem -

"It should be a quick, boring affair," Master comments as if seeing the way my smile dipped.

"Lots of negotiations." I nod quickly, my smile perking back up quickly. 

"We're only dressed up like this because Wequie insisted," Master adds when he catches me eyeing his suit again.

"Looking the part, helps gets you the role," he sing-songs from behind Master who rolls his eyes secretly.

As my naughty part nudges my book, I take the silent reminder of why I was here and hold my books up with excitement that threatened to pop out of me.

I beam...

"I have news."

"News?" Master asks as he tilts his head a little.

"Uh huh," I answer grinning.

"Top-secret kind of news."

"What kind of top-secret news?" Malcolm asks as he presses himself closer to Arias who was quietly fixing gemmed pins into Malcolm's hair. 

"The type of top-secret news that will make Wenquie call me sexy brains," I answer which gets excited little noises from everyone but Lincoln. 

"Oh," Wenquie's eyes glow as he claps his hands with excitement.

"Now I'm really intrigued."

Looking back to Master with a giggle, I sway a little in my place when I find him smiling lovingly at me but then his smile wavers a little.

"I would love to hear what your news is," he starts.

"But do you think it can wait until after we conclude negotiations, love?"

My smile slips a little.

"They'll be here any moment and I don't want to cut your important news short," Master explains quickly but even though he sounded pained, my heart was hurting on the inside.

"But this is important," I whisper quietly as I slowly lower my books.

"I can be fast."

I didn't want to rush through my important news but I would if I had to and I'd wait so long to share it that I just wanted to get it out.

But when I looked at Master's face, I noticed how tired he looked.

Tired and stressed too, like he was worried about the meeting coming up.

I didn't want to add to his stress but maybe coming here like this was only going to make it worse for him.

My happiness from a few seconds ago starts falling away quickly.

"Lincoln," Arias' Malcolm says before Master can speak again.

"I'm sure we can stall for as long as need be, if they arrive while Kalem is sharing his news."

I smile at Malcolm with a grateful smile that only grows when he winks at me. 

"You can stay if you want, this is news for all of us."

"Yes," Mr. Wen cheers happily as he circles his way around Master to give him one last look over.

"I am a genius, you're welcome."

Master rolls his eyes while Wenquie plops himself down on a free chair.

When Lincoln's eyes meet mine again, he still looked a little unsure but after a moment he nods his head and gestures for me to come closer. 

It took everything inside of me not to jump in Master's lap for cuddles and hugs and special kisses too but I knew that if I did, I probably wouldn't stop and that wouldn't be good with our friends close.

Plus, I wanted to give my plan like how everyone else did so they could see how hard I worked on this. 

So I stay on my feet when I reach the side of Lincoln's table, close enough to feel his strong comforting presence to keep me steady.

I set my books down, opening them on their right pages to make sure everything was perfect before I look back up.

I find everyone smiling at me, waiting patiently, for me to take the lead and share my news.

They were all paying attention to me, which made not screaming become so so hard when I felt this happy inside.

"Okay," I say as I pick up my notebook and glance at my notes about Magical Kalem.

"I am a Nyphilim," I start and everyone's smiles grow as they nod.

"I have an angel side and a demon side but I haven't been able to unlock my true form yet."

"You will," Arias says encouragingly.

"You just have to be patient with yourself."

"I know but I've been trying to be patient with myself for a long time and it's not working. So I started thinking, what if I can't do it because I only know one side of myself," I say with open palms just like how Arias' Malcolm did when he was teaching people.

"What if I have to use my demon side and my angel side to be the Nyphilim I really am."

Arias doesn't say anything to that but with the way his eyes narrowed, I knew he was curious and listening.

"That may be possible," Master replies with a little nod.

"Are you saying you want to access more of your demon side?"

"Yes," I say quickly.

"I can teach you a few tricks, flower boy," Mr. Wen says as he licks his lips.

"Bring it all out of you."

I giggle while Master scowls at Wenquie who just sticks his tongue out playfully.

I grin from ear to ear at my special name.

Wenquie started calling me flower boy after my birthday and it was the best name in the whole world because it made me feel so pretty and special, just like a flower.

"You will be bringing nothing out of him," Lincoln scolds quickly.

"His magic isn't like yours."

Mr. Wen pouts but he doesn't say anything as he twirls his finger around his tail.

"I know Arias said that it has to do with my sad or angry emotions but I've been that plenty times and I don't feel any more demon. The only time I felt different was when Arias and I fought and he told me what I was."

Lincoln frowns at that, he was still angry that Arias had fought me while he was gone but Master also didn't like anything Arias did so I couldn't try to make him forget that.

"You're not doing that again if that's what you mean," Master says firmly and I shake my head.

"I don't want to, I just..."

I glance down at my notes.

Right. Magical Kalem, Arias wrong.

I wasn't angry when that happened or sad, just confused and a little scared but I still reached that part of me.

So I thought, what if Arias was wrong about how my emotions affected my magic?

"I know it sounds super crazy, but what if he is?"

I make a brain exploding motion with my hands.

"It wouldn't be the craziest idea in the world," Master mumbles which gets him a golden glare from Arias. 

"I haven't been wrong about your idiocy once, trout," he snaps back which makes Master's anger flare.

"Kalem has the floor," Malcolm says loudly before they can argue.

"Let's all pay attention and give him the respect he deserves."

"Thank you, Arias' Malcolm," I say kindly but for some reason, it makes Malcolm frown and Wenquie snicker.

"What?"

"Nothing," Arias replies smiling.

"Continue along the line of me being wrong."

I was worried that Arias might be hurt that I thought he was wrong about something but Arias was smiling and he still seemed interested so I knew it was okay. 

"So I started to wonder, if Arias is wrong, then who would teach me how to unlock that side of myself, so I can be a proper Nyphilim?"

I drop my notebook and quickly pick up my map with the yellow circle to show to them

"The other Nyphilim."

Everything goes quiet.

The playful smiles all drop, the interested eyes turn to something else as everyone's bodies stiffen a little in their places. 

It was like the happiness was sucked out of the room, leaving nothing but a tension behind that made it hard to keep my smile up. 

Slowly, very slowly, Master straightens in his chair before he raises his narrowed black eyes from the circled spot to me. 

"The other Nyphilim," he repeats into the quiet room.

I nod a little before I glance at Arias and his Malcolm who looked just as serious now, even Wenquie wasn't smiling like normal which made me feel worried.

Frowning, I curl my fingers around the edges of the map so that I had something to hold onto.

I didn't get why everything had changed but maybe it was because I mentioned the other Nyphilim and they were worried about me or maybe they were just shocked.

I was super shocked too when I found the Nyphilim so it made sense.

Master turns to Arias with fire in his eyes.

"I thought you said there was no other Nyphilim."

"There isn't," Arias bites back but his eyes were focused on the circled paper and they weren't moving.

"I scoured this entire planet and realm ten times over, there is no other Nyphilim but Kalem."

Maybe Arias didn't like being wrong after all.

"Um," I say carefully, I didn't want to make him more upset but I wanted to make sure they all understood.

"There is another nyphilim and they're here on Earth. They're in Thailand," I say tapping the circle with a little smile.

That name just got prettier and prettier.

"I thought that maybe they were hiding them self like they hid me and maybe you couldn't find them because you aren't a Nyphilim," I explain as I put my map down and glance at my notes.

"So I tried finding them myself and when I popped and sent my magic out, I felt this super cold rush all over me and now I know where they are. They're right there in Thailand." 

My smile is full of the pride Master promised I'd feel for myself when I worked hard and he was right. 

I was so so proud of myself and now Master would see how strong I was and how hard I was working by myself and he'd be proud of me too.

At least, that's what I thought.

But when I look at Lincoln, I don't find his kind eyes or his proud smile, I just find wide ones and a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before.

"What do you mean you sent your magic out?" he asks tightly, with a tone I quickly realised I didn't like very much because it sounded like I did something bad.

"How did you send your magic out?" Arias adds sharply, his curious look was nowhere to be found now, he looked just like he did that night when he told me I was a Nyphilim.

"I have not taught you how to do that." I falter a little, feeling uncomfortable with everyone's serious eyes on me.

"Flower," Mr Wen says sweetly as he slides to his feet and comes closer.

"It's okay, just tell us what you did."

[mintmatcha]

Hey minty! I just stumbled upon your blog and discovered your prince/knight Samu drabbles and fell in love with your characterization and how you portray y/n .. I just wanted to ask if you already posted the full fic you mentioned because I cannot find it anywhere 🥺 I just found the little snipped you posted and I really want to read the whole thing so could you post the link pls? 🥺

don't hate me but I restarted my prince osamu fic 😔 I went through a huge writing block and it just wasn't the vibe or emotions I wanted! I made Osamu too mean and it just hdjdjdkddbdhdj. to give the drabbles proper justice i started from scratch.

for you anon, I have a sneak peek under the read more <3

thank you everyone for being patient. I know I've disappointed you with the pace of writing and I feel horrible about it.

(takes place midstory; Prince Osamu had convinced the handmaiden to meet with him at night to share a meal.)

The candlelight hardly illuminates the hallway. Osamu picks up his feet as he walks, careful not to trip on the uneven cobblestone, as if he doesn’t know every dip and divet by heart. He's been doing this trip since he could walk, it's as much a part of him as anything else.

57 steps down the hall to the steps.

3 flights of stairs down, 14 steps each floor.

From the bottom step, about 20 steps away from the door, Osamu can see the glow of the kitchen’s fire. The cook always lets it die out on its own and rekindles it in the morning, flooding the kitchen warmth all night. In these winter months, it's the best place in the castle.

Osamu isn't surprised to see you sit at the small table in the corner, the cutting boards and bowls prepared to tomorrow pushed aside. A small round of bread sits at your place, already cut into. As you pick bits of bread and slowly eat, you watch the fire, eyes locked on the dying dance. The fields still cling to the hems of your skirts- burrs and yellow pollen and drying bits of mud and a noticable red stain- and the day is still heavy on your features. The princess must've been more demanding than usual- you're not smiling. Your face is just… neutral. Normal.

Anxiety clings to his throat. He's come to the kitchen secretly so many times, but this time the secret feels heavier. He's not here for a snack, he's here for you. Only you, solely you.

It takes a long moment before he can muster the courage to step inside. "You didn't wait for me."

You look up, surprised, then your expression melts into a tired smile."I didn't think you would really come."

Osamu joins you at the table, pulling the chair close enough that when he sits his knees brush against yours.  "Why wouldn't I? I promised you."

Because he's a prince, the silence says. Because him being here could be bad for both of your reputations. Because he is far above your station.

"Wasn't sure if you were a man of your word." you say after a long moment, "I've had men of high stature try to play with my heart before."

Osamu isn't surprised by this, royals often find themselves entitled to the staff, but the idea of someone toying with you--

His fists are bunched against his thighs as he speaks. "I'm not like that, my Lady."

"I told you- I'm no Lady." you almost laugh.

"Then give me your name." 

"That's not necessary, my lord." you try to offer him the bread, but Osamu pushes it down to the table, never unlocked his eyes from yours. "Biddy is fine."

Osamu almost rolls his eyes at the title. Biddy is demeaning- barely above wench in his eyes. The princess only calls you that to be rude, to flex her power. "Why are you so against me knowing? Does the princess know your name?"

"Of course." 

"Atsumu?"

You hesitate. "I- I believe Prince Miya is aware."

"Then, why not me?" 

"Because." You glance back at the fire as you gnaw on your lip, as if the flames hold the answer you're looking for. Osamu thinks he's pressed too far. scared you away, and worry sets in. Before he can apologize, you speak again. "Because I'm afraid you'll use it for evil."

"Like witchcraft?" Osamu says, "Like I'm going to bewitch you?"

"I'm afraid you've already bewitched me, my lord." you can't meet his eye,  "I'm afraid if you say my name I'll never recover."

#prince osamu #rough draft ofc #life has been hard irl im sorry