#if he didn't exactly have much of a physical presence then I can totally see why he'd pour so much effort into building up his reputation

[jacevelaryonswife]

I want you so bad (it’s driving me mad)

You avoided thinking about your neighbor like that since he didn’t seem to care much about your presence. Even because he wasn’t even that handsome... (it was a lying thought).

pairing: Billy Washington x Fem!reader

warnings: smut, english is not my first language

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Your new apartment was simple, just like the rest of the building. It was smaller than the house where you grew up, but it was exactly what your academic scholarship could afford. It was strange to be away from home and deal with different people, although you liked to get to know new places, you hated changes — especially in the first days. Your new home wasn’t also the most beautiful, but in addition to the previously mentioned, you opted for a basic place to be able to have other good things and live with a certain comfort.

Over time, things got right, new people came into your life and your neighbors became more receptive, one less: Billy Washington, your door neighbor.

He wasn't rude, he just appeared to be a reclusive person. At first glance there was a certain strangeness on his part with your arrival, you didn’t know for sure the reason, but you recognized a certain discomfort in him when being in your presence. Maybe he was an idiot incel, you thought, or just a handsome weirdo, but gradually some words were exchanged by you in the corridors and stairs, albeit few.

In fact, a little mistrust about you hit you at first, after all what did a girl like you do in a place like that? But the main factor that made you quiet and uncomfortable next to you was how hot you were, truly hot. He was going through a difficult situation, no girlfriend, no job, no nice friends, and his appearance and apartment were shit. You couldn't have arrived at a worse time. He tried to be apathetic to your presence in the first weeks, and even thought he had managed not to draw attention, but when he saw your sympathy with the other neighbors... damn, how he wished it was with him.

And how stupid he felt for having acted as he did, since at no time did you undo him or treat him like a loser.

In fact, you thought his disconcerted way was cute, really cute. Since you saw him, Billy had drawn your attention physically, with his tall size, attractive face, beautiful neck and incredibly large hands... your fertile period was too aggressive not to think about what those long fingers could do to your body. You avoided thinking about your neighbor like that since he didn't seem to care much about your presence. Even because he wasn't even that handsome... (it was a lying thought).

But then, in a touch of slow magic, he began to greet you — since that habit was put into partial disuse of you for him — and act more relaxed as much as possible. Soon, quick and usual conversations were exchanged between you. Questions about the traffic, the weather, or if any correspondence was sent by mistake to your home, until they evolved into personal questions, about your college, where you previously lived, his family, your family, his friends, his motivations...

In that time, Billy learned a lot about you and your friendly way, getting comfortable by your side as much as possible. He didn't want to look like a perv while looking at your body in those beautiful and well-chosen clothes you wore, which totally valued you in his eyes. But as time passed it was even more difficult not to imagine sexual situations with you, he can thank you for this, because for the first time in a time his apartment received a demanding cleaning to receive you, his own appearing also received an improvement by trimming his beard and choosing better clothes, on these days, he didn’t feel so discouraged to see sun rays enter through the window

As for you... well, Billy was a pretty little thing, wasn't he? His unique face fascinated you, with his icy blue eyes, attractive lips and sharp nose. His hair was also beautiful, in a dirty blonde tone that made him especially charming. Maybe what you liked the most was how shy he was, it was almost sweet to see, and for you it also started to get difficult not to imagine him melting below you. Damn it.

Now you two were in complicated positions on each other, both not wanting to compromise the thing that was germinating with vigor, but at the same time, desperately, you physically needed each other. Therefore, in a casual conversation in your apartment, while you were watching an average movie, you mentioned the desire to go to the new pub that opened a few blocks from the building, inviting him.

“We can go tomorrow if you want,” Billy suggested.

"I want to!"

Even thinking about the phrase, none of you wanted to say that it was a date. Even because it wasn't! (Or was it?)

No, you were just two adults who wanted to go out together, it wasn't necessarily a date. That day he had a job interview that ended at a time very close to the d-... fuck that, it was date, yes, that was what it was, so he didn't have so much time to change his clothes and preferred to go a little more formal. And hell, he almost fainted when he saw you in that black dress, he knew he should open the door for you to get, but was afraid that you would notice the suspicious volume in the center of his pants.

Fuck.

As soon as you got into the car, you almost ordered him to park in a dark and quiet place to fly in his bowels. God, he was so handsome and radiant that night.

As the hours passed, conversations and light drinks watered your table. Billy told about the interview with enthusiasm and was totally confident that he would get the vacancy. You congratulated him with a hug and kind words, truly happy for him. “I hope you make it, Billy, I'm rooting for this a lot,” you said.

That was the best moment you two had together, so far. See you back home.

“That was very good, we should go out more often,” he suggested when you arrived at his door.

“Totally, we really should do it again,” you leaned over to kiss his cheek, making him close his eyes briefly.

“I agree again,” he said shyly, circling your waist.

He couldn't be clearer in his actions at that moment.

Approaching to his body again, you whispered near his lips: "Perhaps, that’s not the only thing we should do." And so, you kissed him, slowly and experimentally, for fear of him denying it. What wasn't done. Billy held you by the waist and back during the kiss, as needy as you, doing his best to try to disguise it. "What if the night doesn't end now?"

“I think it's a good idea,” he agreed with a restrained wolfish smile.

Oh boy, any existing elegant restraint succumbed to burning desire. You brought him to your apartment, taking off the black blazer that covered him and discarding it on the couch. He kept kissing your lips as you guided him to the bedroom, kissing your jaw and neck when your legs touched the bed. Your eyes closed with his lips wetting your soft skin, holding on to him to let him touch your body from top to bottom.

As the search for a zipper on the cotton clothing was flawed, Billy slid your dress down, exposing your half-naked body to his admiration.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he sighed as he groping your free breasts. He's never had sex with a girl like you before, and if he kept thinking about it maybe he would collapse.

“You too, baby,” you captured him for another kiss, having fun with his hypnotized look. Helping him get rid of the shirt, you were surprised how deliciously defined he was, how beautiful and attractive he was like that, he took off his shoes quickly and you anticipated to remove his belt and pants, delighting in his hard member over the fabric of his underwear. He let out a sly moan when you wrapped him with your hand and gently separated him, massaging for a few seconds.

So reactive, such a good boy.

He held your waist and squeezed your ass when you stopped your movements, laying you on the bed with his body on top. An open smile stamped your face when Billy began to kiss your body eagerly to taste your skin, sucking your breasts, kissing and licking your belly, squeezing your sides, when he finally removed your panties and came across your wet pussy and ready to receive him.

He almost moaned when he asked: "do you want me to get some lub?”

"No, just take the condom."

Billy was shy when he reached the package in his wallet in his pants pocket, removing his underwear from his back to give you a glittice of his delicious white ass. Damn, he was so handsome. A beautiful and nervous thing, since he was almost shaking when he tore the plastic carefully and put it on his hard and needy limb. He was so nervous that he didn't hear your movement when you got on your knees on the edge of the bed, but moved to kiss you again. That had to be a dream. But then, when he tried to climb over you again, your hands stopped him and silently instructed him to lie on the bed.

From that, when you fit over his cock, everything turned into a wet and hot blur. You melted into each other, moaning loudly in your initially slow movements. Your hips rubbed against his until they went up the first time, moving at a constant pace that made you close your eyes to enjoy how filled you were. Billy held your hips with his dear life, almost unable to think of anything else. He was noisy, which only made you go faster, killing the poor man of the heart.

“Fuck,” he moaned, beating his hips to yours, making you moan like a greedy whore. Suddenly, you realized that you wanted him to fuck your pussy from behind, stopping your movements to change position. Damn, he believed he was in the best place in the world when he saw his ass prancing just for him.

He wasn't so slow to fill you again, holding your hips and ass with possessiveness before hitting your wet pussy eagerly. Oh! The new angle was scorching, burning you whole body and making your toes writhe with pleasure. Oh dear, how he wanted to last longer, but when you started squeezing him and moaning loudly and constantly he knew you were coming, he longed for it, to fill the condom after his orgasm. He hit your ass

“Billy!” You exclaimed before coming on his cock, moaning loudly with the white heat that blinded your sight. Damn, your satisfied smile increased when he tipped your hips with his while standing still for a few seconds. Any self-control he intended to perform fell apart when his name echoed through the room. What did he do to deserve a girl like you?

“I'm going back,” he said when he got up with almost wobbly legs, walking to your bathroom to discard the condom.

You lay with your head on your pillow while you waited for him, a sly smile on your lips when you saw him red and embarrassed when you lay down next to you. He was so handsome. “So we really should do this more often,” you said, snaking his chest with your fingers.

He smile at you. “Yes, we totally should."

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[footballfanficwriter]

The break up pt3

Summary:where Jude is Determined to get to the bottom of the reader's distress after finding her at Jobe's Match

⚠️mentions of abuse and physical abuse⚠️

A/n: This is still written from Jude's POV like pt.2 also don't play the song yet I'll let you know when to play it

We just got home from Jobe's match and he's obviously much calmer then he was when we left the house

"Ok what's the first order of business, Mr.stalker"

"Don't call me that, and the first thing we need to do is search all my fanpages"

"Why are we doing that"

"If this guy posted those pictures that we took together, which he most likely did, the fan pages will tag him and reveal his profile

"So what we're just going to wait until he posts the picture?"

"Exactly" I say

"For a detective, you're a very horrible one"

"Patience is the key to success"

"I wonder where that will get you"

After waiting for about 2 hours one of the fan accounts posted the picture of me and the guy with a tag to his profile

The rest of the night is spent trying to find any information that we can but everything is just a dead end

Y/n hasn't posted anything since we broke up, her "boyfriend" also doesn't post either unless it's on his story and he doesn't  have anything highlighted so we can't even see previous stories that he's posted

"Don't you think it's time to give it all up?, we've been at it for hours" Jobe asks

"Jobe, I think I've actually lost her, there's no way we're going to find her now, nothing on her account indicates where she could be, or where she could Be living"

"Jude I think it's time to let it go"

I sigh not knowing what to so next

"I think I'm gonna go to bed" I say

"Why don't you just find someone else to be with I'm sure it won't be that difficult"

"But that's the thing I don't want anyone else, I want her, and the time I actually want to care for her and help her she's not reachable, I feel so stupid, she was right there In front of me and I didn't do anything, I didn't approach or try to at least make contact,  I just stood there"

"You're being hard on yourself"

"This is the punishment I have to face for what I did"

"You went to therapy"

"It clearly isn't enough"

"You'll get over it Jude, sooner or later you will get over it and you'll look back on this moment and you'll laugh"

I give him a tight lipped smile as I can see that he's trying to cheer me up, I mean I love Jobe but sometimes the idiot is just annoying, most of the time he's supportive and is always there as my comfort

I call it a night and go to bed and fall asleep, well I try to fall asleep, I just lie awake staring at the ceiling

For the next 3-4 days my family and I are spending quality time and sharing family moments and making memories

"Jude, c'mon mate we're  gonna be late for the reservation"

"Bro what are you on about I'm the only one that's ready amongst the four of us"

After everyone is dressed and ready to go to the restaurant that we usually go to when we spend family time

When we arrive we order our food and coverstation starts flowing

I glance out the window and see a woman walking with her child in a pram/stroller

That's Y/n, she looks totally oblivious to her environment around her and doesn't seem to notice the truck coming up next to her as she's crossing the street

I quickly get up and run out of the restaurant to try and save the baby that is about to be killed

I run as fast as I can and make it just in time to pull the pram/stroller back onto the pavement/sidewalk

All that seems to have snapped y/n out of her trans and she looks at me like she's only just noticing my presence now

(Play the song)

"What are you doing here Jude"

"I was saving this baby"

"From what?"

"The truck"

"What truck?"

"The one that was about to kill the baby"

She sight and whispers "not again" under her breath

"Give me my baby back" she says

"Your baby?"

"Yeah"

I hand the baby back to her and she takes him and places him back into the pram/stroller

"Hey listen why don't you come back home with us, you look out of it right now and it's obviously not safe for the baby, i'll drive you back home"

"No thanks"

"C'mon y/n don't be like that, I promise I'm not going to do anything, you're free to leave any time you want"

"Fine" she says

I call the rest of my family and they greet Y/n, we go back home after our dinner date was cut jot due to the events that took place

When we arrive back home mum won't let this child go, she just refuses to put him down

Y/n sits on the couch like she's scared she'll ruin something

"Can I get you something?" I ask

"No thank you"

"C'mon y/n, don't be like that, let's talk"

"Jude I've got a lot of things on my plate right now to be stressing or talking about the past"

"I don't like the way we ended things"

"We wouldn't have had to end things if you had just kept it in your pants"

I look down in my lap not being able to face her and look her in the eyes

"I'm sorry"

"How many times have I  heard those words"

"This time I mean it"

"Whatever, can I have my child back now, I wanna leave, coming here was a mistake"

"Before you go I have one more thing to ask"

"What?"

"Is he mine"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he looks like me"

"So?"

"That's usually an indicator of parental relation"

"Give me back my baby"

"Answer the question"

"I don't owe you anthing"

"I deserve to know, did you cheat on me?"

"Oh please Jude I am not like you, I don't cheat on people I'm in a relationship with"

"Then why won't you tell me"

"Because I don't want to"

"That's not an answer"

"Well then shame, give me my baby"

"Answer the question is that little boy in there my son"

She's silent

"Answer"

"Yes, he is"

To be continued...

Kidding, continue reading

"You kept that all away from me?, didn't you think I deserved to know?"

"Remember the day I left you, we had reservations made at a restaurant and we couldn't go because you'd forgotten we had plans and you came home drunk"

I nod my head indicating that I understand

"That was the day I was gonna tell you, that you and I would be parents"

"But still you should've told me"

"You came back home drunk, you'd forgotten the dinner reservations, you came back home with a hikey on your neck and having a feminine smell on your clothes, I obviously was'nt gonna tell you"

I step closer to her and place my hands on her arms and slightly grip on her arms

She flinches like I've just hit her

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah"

"I'm so sorry"

"I refuse to do this with you Jude" she says moving away from my hold

I try to ignore her rejection but I can't it's right there and I can't ignore it

"Can I have my child back now"

"He's our child"

"You were not there when he was born, all your rights of being a father have been revoked"

"I didn't know if I knew I would have been there"

"Well it's not my fault you decided to cheat, you made the choices you made and I never pressured you to do any of the things you did"

"So what are you going to do now?, this boy needs a father in his life, how are you going to fill the shoes of both a mother and a father?"

"I won't need to, because he already has a father"

"Who?"

"Chase"

"Who, the guy you were with at the stadium?"

"Yeah"

"You can't do that"

"Watch me, now I'm leaving"

"You convinced another guy that he was the father of our child"

"Oh no he knows, he's just there for support and to fill in the shoes you can't"

"Bit harsh innit"

"Whatever Jude"

She's about to go to the Kitchen to get the baby from my mom but I pull her by her long sleeve and it reveals her shoulder where I see a bruise

"What's that?" I ask

She looks at her shoulder and quickly pulls her shirt up

I have to get out of here" she says and walks away but before she can do that I pull her back

I take her arm and pull her sleeve up to reveal more bruises

"What happened"

"I bumped myself"

"You must have bumped yourself a lot of times then"

"Yeah I did"

"You're lying"

"What?"

"You're lying"

"What makes you say that"

"Your lip slightly twitches when you lie, but you have to watch it closely or else you miss it"

"You're such a creep"

"It's not creepy to notice, things about a person it just means I pay attention to the small things"

"Yeah well I notice small things as well"

"Oh yeah like what?"

"Like I notice how before every match you go to the pitch and you step in with your left foot then right, point each foot before crossing the line, poke the grass and wipe of the dirt of your pants"

"Yeah well that's not really something" I say

"Oh what about, when you're nervous"

"What do I do when I'm nervous"

"You wipe your eyebrows with your right hand, wiping your left first then your right"

"Ok fine then, I guess you do pay attention"

"See, I always pay attention to the little things"

"Yeah,and it seems like I can as well" I say

She pulls her hand out of mine and walks away

"Y/n, is he abusing you?"

She stops in her tracks and doesn't turn around

"No, he doesn't"

"Turn around"

She slowly turns around and looks down to the floor, I walk closer to her and lift her head up with my finger

"Does he abuse you"

"No" she says

"Your lip twitched"

"No it didn't"

"Y/n it did"

"No it didn't"

"So he abuses you"

"Sometimes"

"How often is somtimes?"

"Depends on what happens"

"What would provoke him to beat you?"

"If his favorite football team doesn't win, if I don't do something the way he wants me too, if the baby is crying and I can't keep him quiet"

"Y/n, that's not right"

"It's fine"

"No it's not"

"Jude it's fine, I've gotten use it"

"I'm gonna kill him, where is he"

"Jude stop , I have to live with it, I can't leave him, he took everything from me, he  forced me to quit my job, took away my savings and took away any assets that I had for myself"

It's quiet for some time and I look at her and she looks like she's thinking about a lot

"Is my taste in men really that bad, am I really that desperate for love that even when there are clear and obvious signs that I'm not loved I still stay?" She asks herself crying

"What do you mean? I ask

" I was in love with a man that cheates then got pregnant by him, then I moved out and got into a relationship with an abuser and now I have nothing"

"Y/n, there aren't any words in this world to Express how sorry I am for everything that I've done to you, I just really need you to know that, and I'm working on myself i really am, I've started going to therapy and my therapist says that I've made a lot of progress"

"That's very good for you Jude, I'm proud of you for finally taking my advice, I know how scared you were"

She moves to the sofa and sits in silence, I move to the sofa next to her and sit next to her and we sit In silence until I break it

"Come live with me"

"What"

"I'm not saying get back together with me, I'm just saying come live with me, you and our baby boy, we'll co parent and that's as far as our relationship will go, we'll share the responsibilities of parents and we can help eachother"

"I don't know Jude"

"Please, I want to prove that I can be a good father and that I can be there for my son, I want to be present in my child's life"

"What about Chase?"

As she says that her phone rings, she looks at her phone then back at me

"It's him"

"Hello?"

"Yeah, I decided to take Enzo for a walk, he was restless and he didn't want to sleep so I thought I should take him out a bit"

"Yeah, we're on our way home soon"

"Yeah, I'll cook"

"He won't make a noise, yeah I promise it won't happen again"

"Bye, I love you too"

She hangs the phone and looks at me

"You're not going back there, I won't allow it, if I let you go there how do I know that you'll be safe?"

"Jude, please don't make this difficult"

"Y/n, I'm not letting you leave this house to go to an abuser"

"Stop"

"No"

"Jude"

"Y/n"

"Fine, but if he comes for me or my son you will be held responsible"

"Deal, so does that mean you're moving in with me?"

"Well I have no where else to go, my mother disowned me, and she doesn't know about Enzo, so yeah I guess we are"

"Great, we leave next week, so get everything you need cause we won't be back in England for some time"

"Ok but how am I suppose to do that with Chase as our obstacle, all our clothes and things are there in the house"

"We'll sneak into the house when he's at work and take your things"

"Ok"

"We'll leave tomorrow, for now just get comfortable and don't stress about anything"

"Thank you Jude"

"You're welcome y/n"

"Where is Enzo?"

"With my mom, c'mon I'll show you the guest room"

We walk upstairs and I show her to the guest room

"Here you are"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, get some rest, I'll take care of Enzo"

"Ok thanks, remember he doesn't like to be held like a baby, also when you feed him use a spoon not a teaspoon, he doesn't like it, place a bib on him because he always makes a mess and if you want to put him to sleep hold him close to your chest and play late 90s-Early2000s R&B songs, he's just weird like that I don't know I think he gets it from you"

"Ok, don't worry I'll look after him"

"Thank you"

"No problem"

I walk out of the room and head downstairs to find everyone cooing at Enzo

"Are they staying?" Mom asks

"Yeah, they are, actually we're moving I

together"

"What?"

"They are coming with us to Madrid next week"

"Oh ok that's great" mom says

"So is he your child?"

"Yeah he is"

"Why didn't she tell you about him?" Dad asks

"Dad I wasn't honest with you when I told you the reason for My break up with y/n"

"Why did you do?"

"I cheated on her multiple  times and eventually she got fed up and left but it turns out when she left she was pregnant with my child and she didn't tell me, because I had upset her"

"My gosh Jude, how can you mess up like that"

"I know, I know but now we're ok we're moving in together and I've been going to therapy so I'm working on bettering myself"

"So you're getting back together?"

"No we're not, we just gonna be co parenting and sharing responsibilities because Y/n's boyfriend has been abusive towards her and just because we're not together anymore, doesn't mean I can't protect her"

"Well I'm glad, you know I've always wanted to be a grandma" mom says

"But taking care of a child is not easy" dad says

"That's why we'll have eachother"

"And me" mom says

I give her a thankful look and she smiles at me

"We going to get her and Enzo's things tomorrow, it's just clothes so we'll be fine"

"And what if you meat her boyfriend there, then what?"

"We won't, and even if we do he won't try anything,especially with me there"

"Ok Jude, but just be careful, you don't know what he's capable of" Mom says

"I will, I promise,Where's Enzo"

"Who?"

"The baby"

"That's his name?"

"Yeah"

"Oh how cute"

"Yeah, it is anyway where is he, he probably hasn't eaten"

I pick him up and walk to the kitchen to try and find something to each, I finally decide to in mash potatoes since he can't eat solid foods yet

After making the mashed potatoes I sit on the couch and place a towel on my leg because y/n said it gets messy when he eats

after feeding him and swiping his mouth I try to put him to sleep

So I walk to my room, switch the speaker on and put them on low volume so it's not so loud, I take my shirt off and carry him and he lays his head on my chest right by my heart and I start swaying from side to side while lightly singing along with the song

He eventually falls asleep, but I don't want to lay him down yet, and as if on queue the door opens to reveal y/n

"Hi" she says

"Hey"

"Is he asleep"

"Yeah, he is, your advice worked, he wasn't restless at all"

"Wait until you actually see his restless side, it won't be so pretty

"Yeah I can imagine, hey are ready to leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah a bit nervous but I'm ready"

"Ok, well if you need anything just let me know"

"Yeah, I just wanted to check on Enzo, Denise told me he was with you"

"Yeah"

"Ok well uhm if you need me I'll be in the guest room"

"I'll bring him in a few moments"

"Ok"

She leaves the room and closes the door on her way out leaving us both with her scent

I sigh and continue swaying from side to side with my son in my arms

After about an hour and 30 minutes I walk out of the room and walk to the guest room where y/n is

I knock on the door and she opened the door

"I just came to bring him back"

"Oh yeah, uhm you can place him on the bed"

I walk into the room and place Enzo on t3 bed and he coos

"Thanks "

"Yeah,oh and by the way we're leaving at 8:00 am Tomorrow"

"Ok, I'll see you Tomorrow"

"Great"

I leave the room and go to my own and just let the say sink in

After some time I decide to go to bed and sleep but like always I can't and I just end up starting at the ceiling until I hear my bedroom door open

"Jude?" I hear y/n voice in the dark

"Mh"

"Are you asleep?"

"No, what do you need"

"Enzo won't stop crying and I've tried everything but nothing is working, do you mind taking him, maybe he'll settle down"

"Sure bring him over" I say

She walks over towards me and places Enzo next to me, but he cries even more

Y/n picks him up and starts bouncing up and down trying to calm him down

"Come here" I say

"What?"

"Just trust me"

"Ok"

She gets into bed next to me

"Now what" she asks

"Lye on the bed and get comfortable"

She sighs but does it anyway

I do the same and enzo lies on his back and stops crying immediately

Cheeky little thing

After a few minutes I finally fall asleep.

The next day

It 7:30 in the morning and y/n and I need to leave the house in 30 minutes

We reach the apartment at 8:30 and she opens the door to the apartment and to say it was a mess would be an understatement

There were empty beer bottles lying everywhere on the floor broken glass, a couch that looked like it came from the junk yard every piece of furniture was horrible

"I'll get started" y/n says breaking me out of my trans

"Ok"

I walk around the apartment and the more I walk the more in disbelief I am, the fact that Enzo had to live here and how much abuse Y/n had to endure

I walk into a room that looks like it was once a baby's room but the cradle is in a pile of wood like it was smashed and in the corner is a mattress with a huge stain of blood in the middle with a blanket and a pillow

Y/n walks into the room

"I'm done packing"

"So quickly?"

"Yeah well there was not much anyway"

"Ok, let's go then"

We leave the apartment and drive back home in silence

"So I noticed there was no bed there, where did you and Enzo sleep"

"On the Mattress that you saw in the baby room"

"The one that had a huge stain on it?"

"Yeah"

"How did the blood get there"

"He'd hit me very hard one day and it was painful I could barely recognize my face in the mirror and instead of putting ice on my wounds I just slept on the mattress and bled there and I tried to wash the stain but it never came off , so I just cuddled him like teddy bear"

"I'm sorry, you had to go through that?"

"It's fine"

When we arrive at home Enzo is fast asleep thanks to my mother

"Hey mom"

"Hi love, you alright?"

"Yeah, we got everything we needed"

"Oh that's great, Enzo is asleep"

"Ok, thank you Denise"

"No problem love"

"Uhm y/n, I forgot to tell you but I got a message from Madrid yesterday and we have to cut our stay short, we need to leave the day after tomorrow"

"So this is our last day here?"

"Yeah it is but we'll come back eventually"

"It's fine, it's not like I have anything keeping me here"

"Ok, just be ready"

"Yeah I will, anyway I'm going to take a shower"

"Ok"

She walks upstairs and heads to the bathroom

"You still like her don't you?"

"Unfortunately, more then I would like to admit it"

"Just take it slow ok, think about your baby boy and everything will fall into place"

"Yeah, but she seems resistant"

"She's heartbroken Jude, she's obviously going to start pushing all her Male interests away"

"Yeah, I guess you're right"

2 days later

"Bye love, we'll see you soon ok , and we'll call you as soon as we arrive

"Ok mom, I love you"

"I love you too Jobe"

We say goodbye to Jobe and dad because we're going back to Spain

The time I spent here was nice I really enjoyed myself and I found y/n after I had no hope of finding her and I found out I had a son which is also amazing but I'm concerned for y/n I think she needs therapy after the things she went through she'll definitely need it

After we arrive in Madrid, we drop mom off at her house we go back to mine and the minute we walk in y/n scopes the house

"I haven't been here in a while"

"Everything is still where you left it"

"Thanks, we'll tale the guest room"

"Cool"

She walks away with her and Enzo's bags then comes back to get Enzo

"Goodnight Jude"

"Goodnight Y/n"

She walks away toward the guest room

"Oh hey I was thinking, what do you think of going to Therapy, you know maybe get someone to talk to about your trauma and stuff"

"I'll think about it"

"Ok"

"Thanks for the suggestion"

"No problem"

"And I promise I'll be out of your hair soon, I'll find a job and move out, but you'll still get to see Enzo, we'll have 50/50 % of custody over him"

"No don't be in a rush to move out, you can stay for as long as you need to"

"I don't think that's gonna work, well goodnight"

"Goodnight"

And she's gone, she's so close yet so far

#judebellingham #football fanfic #romance #world cup #x reader #fan fiction #football #love #soccer fanfiction #imagine #reader #judebellingham fanfic #jude x reader #jude #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #jude victor willliam bellingham #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #soccer fan fiction #soccer #england squad #hot footballers #footballer #football fanfiction

[total-drama-brainrot]

I’m curious to see your opinions on the ROTI finale since I think Jo vs Cameron would’ve been a much better set up. They’re still brain versus brawn and Jo’s still highly intelligent so it’d force Cameron to use more of his own brawn. Plus it’d be a good callback to that “you’re crazy if you think you can win total drama without getting physical” line Jo said to Cameron back in ep2.

I can finally answer this anon now!!

I was actually all for the Zoey Cameron Friendship Finale the show kept "teasing", since- as much as I like him as a character- Lightning doesn't really have much... substance? He's a fun comedic relief character, sure, but the audience doesn't really have any reason to root for him; across the series he's been shown to be callous and self-serving, he doesn't really have much character depth, and the only time we ever see him break from the almost plastic façade of Sha-Lightning is when his pops is involved.

Which is a whole different can of worms I'd love to delve into, but I'll probably have to marathon a "Lightning Moments" montage before I can really comment on his relationship with his dad.

But my ideal final two would've been Cameron and Jo, like you said.

Jo's been set up as more of an actual person than Lightning ever was, and she already had a pre-established pseudo rivalry with him before her elimination (which, I get why Lightning suddenly became super hostile towards Cameron for "stealing his win", but it kind of came out of nowhere). I think having a final two who actually respect each other is a lot more fun to watch than Cameron cowering away from Lightning for three-ish episodes before pulling an Iron Man suit out of his ass.

Not that I didn't like Lightning and Cameron's dynamic in the last episodes, though I wish Cameron had more moments where he actually stood up for himself, since that was the whole point of his character arc (which almost seemed to die with Jo's elimination, since he loses a lot of his spine once Lightning's whole animosity arc comes into play).

Cameron was actually my favourite part of the last few episodes. I like the concept behind his character, and I mostly liked how it was executed- barring some character recession in the final two episodes. He's my pathetic bubble son.

As for Zoey... I really didn't care much for her. Not that I dislike her, she's just, uh, sort of there? She spends the majority of the season oblivious to Mike's DID, but as a relatively kind and friendly presence among a cast full of comparatively bad people, which was a nice contrast! She's what I sort of expected Dawn to be, just preppier and with a miscommunication-central romance plot. Plus, her central character focus of making friends is really sweet, even if she does come across as a bit of a pick me.

And then she pulls Commando Zoey out of her ass (which I did initially like, as a 'nice girl finally snaps and goes apeshit' arc- exactly what I wanted for Priya is season two of the reboot) and her whole character does a 180 for two episodes, with the sole purpose of teaching both her and Cameron the Power Of Friendship, only to discard that whole lesson when they don't get the Friendship Finale. I wanted to like Commando Zoey but her behaviour in the Larry episode just kind of left a sour taste in my mouth; it was like the writers couldn't decide if they wanted her new disposition to make her a last minute twist antagonist or not.

#i think jo was set up as a better Heel to cameron's Face (using wrestling terms despite not knowing anything about wrestling) #camning is still real though. they cut the footage of lightning making out sloppy style with his campillow to save episode time. #total drama #revenge of the island #ophe rambling #ophe's hot takes #replies

[thesafecafe]

Hey gorg so I saw this reaction of yours and I was wondering if you can do a yunho imagine based on it. Can you make us fluff on the end tho? Thank you 💖💖

His Little Spy, J.YH.

Jeong Yunho was an enigma to you. Ever since you first worked under him, he had always been quite elusive, but now, even more so. You were captured, an enemy, surely deserving of death for breaking into his base and trading information, but he wanted to... marry you?

CW: mention of guns, arranged marriage (?), fem reader, enemies to friends/possible lovers, fluff, non-explicit mentions of past physical and verbal abuse. 18+, minors dni, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don not believe the members of Ateez would act like this in real life nor is this meant to represent or reflect the members in any way. This is fiction for entertainment purposes.

Being a bride this year was not something you had planned. Possibly being killed on a mission? Sure. Getting arrested? Definitely. Getting engaged to the mafia boss who you sold information on to your former organization? Not so much. You had gone from pilfering information to picking wedding dresses, and you were more than a little confused. 

Sure, you weren’t given the Kleinfeld bridal experience, but you were still being treated well despite the actual situation. You kept wondering how you’d gotten used to being here, only half expecting to be killed when you opened your eyes. But Yunho was very accommodating, and well mannered, provided his orders were obeyed. But he was never genuinely mean to you, and was even quite talkative on most occasions, never once minding your hesitance to talk or open up about your past. You learned new things about him every day though.

You learned that he loved to garden, often spending hours tending to his own sizable flower beds and veggie plots when he wasn’t working/wedding planning.  You could often see him outside your window, hat and gloves on, battling weeds along with Mingi, his best  friend. You also learned that he liked to paint, often doing portraits for his staff and guards, often earning him praise from them behind closed doors. He had many hobbies, and would often invite you along. 

You started enjoying your time in his home, slowly getting over your fear, day by day. You didn't see him as "the enemy" anymore, in spite of having been told he was exactly that. And you were sure he was taking a liking to you, as you were with him, even though your first meeting hadn’t been all that friendly. But after showing you his kind side, Yunho seemed as though he were a totally different person. He was a jokester, often making you laugh at his odd humor. He was a gentleman, opening doors for you and pulling out your chair. It was like a prince from a fairy tale stepped into your life, and you found yourself not minding it too much. 

You considered Stockholm syndrome might be at play here, but you weren’t particularly in love with Yunho. His presence and home were just much more  welcoming than your past situation despite the circumstances. You felt the need to keep your past more of a secret, choosing to not relive the horrors of what your life had been. But today, as you sat in the garden with Yunho and Mingi, you had no idea that a simple question would send those plans crashing down around you.

“Y/N?” Mingi looked up from the weeding he was doing with Yunho, an inquisitive look on his face. You looked at him over the book you held in your hands, raising an eyebrow at him. “How did you get mixed up in all this? You seem like a nice girl.” 

Yunho rolled his eyes and snorted. “Yes Mingi, because the girl who was selling information on our business is a nice girl.” Mingi scrunched up his nose, offended for you. “Hey! Everyone has a reason for getting into this, and I’m sure she was just doing what she had to to survive.” Neither of them had seemed to notice that you tensed up. Yes, you were doing what you had to survive, but you didn’t want to remember it. “I think I’ll go inside” you mumbled, standing and walking out of the garden. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you upset-” Mingi looked apologetic, but Yunho stopped him. “It’s okay, I’ll go talk to her.” 

Yunho silently followed you, not saying a word until you reached your room, right across the hall from his own. “Everything okay? You seemed pretty upset just now." You nodded, sitting down on the bed. "I just, don't really like talking about my past..." You trailed off, watching as Yunho sat next to you. He raised your chin gently, making you face him, but you wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Look at me y/n. I don't know what happened in your past, and you don't have to tell me unless you're ready. I know we didn't get the best start, but no one can touch you here. You're safe with me now. I'll do my best to provide for you here, and as a husband. You won't want for anything. All I ask for is your trust and loyalty in return. Can you do that for me?" You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. You weren't sure if it was because how gently he was caressing your face, or how truthful he was being with you, but in that moment, you made your decision. "I trust you, Yunho." Your voice didn't waver, loud and clear for him to take in your sincerity.

You felt you could tell him anything in that moment, so you told him the truth: the reason you joined, the  brutal training and initiation into your former gang, the beatings for not completing missions as fast as your seniors wanted, the verbal assault you took on. Every horror you faced you laid bare for him to take in. All daily occurrences in your life up until you were ready for your first mission: infiltration of Yunho's organization. Yunho listened patiently, never interrupting, giving  small hum every now and then to show he was still listening. While he had found out a lot of this information on you when you first showed up at his base, he was still grateful that you trusted him enough to tell him yourself. 

When you had finished speaking, Yunho gently took your hand, and reiterated his promise. “I’ll protect you Y/N.” You nodded, tears forming in your eyes. Yunho embraced you, allowing you to cry into his shirt. Neither of you spoke for a while, but the atmosphere had definitely changed. Your relationship with Yunho was going to change, and you hoped it was for the better. No one could tell what the future would be like. But for now, you would allow yourself to find rest in the arms of your fiancé, and it was all that you needed.

#ateez yunho #yunho fluff #yunho imagines #ateez #ateez imagines #song mingi #ateez mafia au #jeong yunho #yunho #kpop ambw #ateez ambw #ateez x reader #ateez x black reader #mafia ateez #mafia au #kpop fluff #kpop writing #kpop imagines #kpop x poc reader

[stillness-in-green]

Chapter 356 Thoughts

Written before the 357 leaks and largely left as-is, give or take a snarky footnote. Presented this week in order of events.

•     Oh my god, Jirou is such a badass.  Just think about the kind of guts it takes to be like, "Okay, I'm a thousand feet(1) up in the air and can't fly under my own power, but whatever, my bandmate has a black abyss fist with that supervillain's name on it.  Catch you guys on the flip side!"

•     This fight continues to be pretty fun, as far as fights that I'm not terribly invested in go.  Jirou dropping her jacket over Dark Shadow, and Tokoyami using his cape to wrap up his arm, are exactly the sort of doing-a-lot-with-what-little-we've-got measures that I'd like to see more of from this series, making the heroes play smart with the resources they have on hand rather than constantly leaning on super tech bought by private millionaires or convenient pre-planned reinforcements from other heroes despite the alleged depletion of hero numbers.

•     I do not like All For One reassuring the audience that his problems were Definitely Not because a girl was allowed to be effective and directly contribute to taking down an arc boss, but blahblah somethingsomething Quirk Rebellion. 

          On the one hand, if I were to be generous, it's easy to see AFO flailing to make excuses for why the Demon King just took a major L to some random teenage girl, and it's even pretty funny in that light.  On the other hand, we directly see the quirk rebellion from inside AFO's skull, which makes it looks like his description is accurate to reality.  And like, look, Shounen Manga Power Level Bros have the same mentality AFO does, and will take any excuse they can get to downplay the contributions of side characters, especially side characters who are girls.  I don't like the manga going out of its way to hand those people justifications.

          Why not just let Jirou (and Tokoyami as well) have this?  Like, consider AFO's extrasensory quirks, just the ones we know about: vibration-sense, infrared, maybe the empathy, and Search. 

It hardly needs to be said how a violently loud wall of sound would fuck with a vibration quirk.  Sound is literally vibration in the air!  Jirou's is so loud it has physical impact!  Of course AFO can't detect shit with a vibration quirk in the wake of that!      

Infrared would pick up Jirou and Tokoyami just fine, but how about Dark Shadow?  What's his working temperature?  Crucially, is it meaningfully different than the temperature of thin air?  And, if Dark Shadow is difficult to pick up with infrared because he has neither body heat nor any particular lack of body heat, then how much would Tokoyami's heat signature be masked by being wrapped up in Dark Shadow's essence?      

Does the empathy come with a sense of directionality—can AFO move through the world detecting emotions around him?  Or does he have to pick a target and focus on them in particular?  Does he have to be talking to them?  It would be so easy, and accomplish what the story needs of it, for the empathy quirk to be something he has to be interacting with a person to use, without imparting any sense of directionality.                 Indeed, if the empathy quirk is meant to be the source of his lie-detecting capability, the rather strong suggestion is that he does need to be directly interacting with a situation to use it effectively: he didn't pick up on Aoyama and Deku's little performance being a total sham because they aimed it all at each other instead of him!  He likewise missed Aoyama's parents' deceit because that deceit was technically coming with Shinsou, whose presence AFO was unaware of.  The fact that it needs that targeting aspect suggests to me that an ambient sense of emotions around him is not part of the quirk.      

Search is another that pings the location of someone, but from what we've seen of it from Shigaraki's perspective, it doesn't give the user a visualization of their target's form or moment to moment updates on their actions.  It's purely a mental blip and a list of weaknesses.  The Tokoyami blip could be coming closer very quickly, and AFO could make the logical assumption about what's coming, but Search wouldn't give him a dodgeable visual.

So like…  Vibration-sense and infrared would have been all the help in the world against All Might at Kamino.  Against a girl who fills the air with vibrations and a boy whose super-power is a literal shadow, with no indication one way or the other about its body heat?  Not so much!  AFO even told the guards at Kamino that he has these powers, so the heroes could well have put Jirou and Tokyami there on that exact reasoning!

But no, can't make it look like two side characters synergizing well against known weaknesses would have been effective.  Gotta make up some stuff about quirk rebellion, and then can't even have that rebellion being led by the face in there that the audience knows.(2)

•     Nice to have the explicit confirmation that killing AFO was the plan here.  I'm gonna go ahead and assume that's the plan with Shigaraki and the flying coffin, too.  I'm so curious about whether we're going to get any call back to All Might declaring at Kamino that trying to kill AFO was a mistake he didn't plan to repeat.  Did that come up in the planning?  Did Hawks have to talk him around to, "No, it was totally the right move; we'll do it again only it'll work this time"?(3)  How does that connect to Ending calling out Endeavor as a hero who kills, the thing heroes are never supposed to do? 

          Is there a chance that killing AFO was not in the plan, and this is just Hawks being Hawks, a hero who Very Definitely Does Kill, figuring he'll deal with the consequences later?  Not like anyone's going to complain too much about a villain being dead—they didn't about Twice, after all. It is notable that Hawks is the first one to break out the K-word in this particular encounter—previously, the wording had been the more ambiguous "downfall" and "taking down." On the other hand, centering the plan around taking out AFO's life support mask always rather strongly implied a plan focused on killing AFO, a conversation that took place between Hawks and Best Jeanist, with All Might not shown to be present.

•     The fire and quirk cannibalism thing is effectively unsettling, but like…  If that was an option all along, why in god's name was it a big plot point that ShigAFO couldn't just destroy New Order, but had to physically dump it on some rando?  Sure, New Order is a strong quirk, and would have gone down fighting, but she/it would have been up against the original quirk vestige of All For One, backed by Shigaraki's powerfully destructive hatred.  So why wasn't that viable?  I know that, strictly speaking, we saw AFO still hoping to dump it on Sir I Can't Believe This Guy Got A Name And Random Civilian Lady Didn't, so we know he wanted to preserve it if possible, but still, in Chapter 333, he explicitly says, "I can only steal quirks or bestow them.  I can't just dispose of one!"  So what exactly is he doing by metaphysically devouring them?

          Furthermore, if he can get rid of them this way, isn't that kind of, uh, counterproductive?  Sure, it stops them rebelling against him, freeing him up to move again, but wouldn't that deprive him of their use?  So he's down to just his four remaining normal senses?  Which is an extremely dangerous place to be in when you're floating in a three-dimensional space surrounded by enemies trying to do you harm?  Especially when those enemies can specifically make your hearing unreliable, too, because like hell would anyone hear Hawks or Tokoyami coming through the racket Jirou is capable of making.

          Maybe the idea is that, if AFO devours the vestiges of his extrasensory quirks, it will leave him with just the quirks themselves, with no lingering consciousness attached to defy him?  But if that was an option, then why didn't he ever do that to deal with his vestige-caused nightmares?  I guess if we find out in the next chapter of this fight that he did do that to deal with his nightmares, just as soon as Ujiko told him what he was dealing with…  And that would set up something I would very much like to see, which is Shigaraki decaying the AFO vestige and leaving just the power itself, with only Shigaraki in control of it.  Still, though, Vestige!AFO was very present-tense when he talked about his nightmare problem back in 287, so I doubt that's the intended takeaway here.

          Seriously no idea what him biting the head off a vestige lady Charlotte the Dessert Witch-style is supposed to represent.

•     Hawks protecting Tokoyami and Jirou is good stuff.  Great hero instinct, and the narrative can just let it stand for itself, rather than making a big thing out of it.

•     One wonders exactly how much use that mask is going to be, not only in six hundred pieces, but also full of Rivet Claw divots dimpled all across the inside.  Not exactly a hermetic seal for AFO's delicate old man lungs, y'know?

•     Endeavor's arm (and of course it's his Victory arm—leave no good parallel undrawn, eh, Hori?) getting pierced through is excellent gore of the sort that I remain incredibly curious about how the anime is going to handle.  The war arc is loaded with it; are we just going to get Dramatic Silhouettes every time?  Like with Magne, and Shigaraki dusting that crowd in Deika?  At a certain point, it really just feels like they ought to suck it up and change the timeslot.(4)

•     Love the heavy shadows under Young Enji's eyes on that big panel before the page turn.  Distaste, disdain, maybe just a touch of displeased surprise.  What a fantastically subtle expression for Enji's self-loathing.

          Also, the degree to which he looks like Natsuo is just gutting.  One wonders how Natsuo is ever going to look in the mirror when he hits, like, 35.

•     Finally, to the big reveal of the chapter, WOWIE ZOWIE IT WAS HIS DAD NOT JUST SOME DAD.

          Firstly, yes, I do think Caleb got right what the fan translators missed.  I ran it by my sis-in-law translator friend, and her opinion was to agree with Caleb based on the wording Young Enji uses.  Basically, Japanese has different ways to refer to one's own father as opposed to someone else's father or just fathers in general.  While Young Enji doesn't directly use a possessive like "my" or "your" (ore no or omae no), the word he uses for "father" there is chichi.  It's a term for father that is very strictly neutral; contrary to expectation, this doesn't mean that it's a depersonalized word for fathers in general, but rather that it's practically only ever used to talk about one's own father. 

          This is because the Japanese culture expects one to be respectful towards others, so using such a neutral term, with no honorifics or formality, to talk about another person's father could be seen as rude; you should be respectful and use more polite language!  So Young Enji using it there is, contextually, talking about his/Endeavor's own father.

          That said, I quite like this reveal. I don't think it unduly softens Endeavor up, but rather provides a grounding for his obsession with strength and all the places that obsession led him. It makes him a fascinating case study alongside the likes of Izumi Kota and Shimura Kotarou in terms of the unaddressed grief and resentment at their parent(s) for considering them less important than a total stranger. Left alone, these emotions metastasize into maladaptive behaviors every time! Seriously, do the children of dead heroes ever get any kind of counseling at all?

          This then feeds in interesting ways into his relationship with his own family. If Enji's got this buried trauma about family dying because they aren't strong enough to cut it during hero work, no wonder he completely shorts out on dealing with Touya! No wonder, too, that if Touya can't be the strong hero Enji wanted, he doesn't think Touya should be a hero at all, not even a kind of middle-of-the-road one. Middle-of-the-road heroes just get themselves killed on the job.

          This analysis is, of course, banking on the assumption that Enji's father was a hero, and not just a bystander that got brave. We don't actually know that for sure, based on the available evidence. But it does explain his various issues better, I think, so I'll be sticking to it until we hear otherwise.

          Circling back to the counseling Enji clearly never got, I don't suspect we're going to get any more on that moment going forward; we got what mattered most out of it, after all. Still, as someone with an axe to grind about Hero Society, I wish we had just a bit more context. Like, how did Young Enji come to be at the edge of that crowd/crime scene? How long did he spend standing there in the rain with no umbrella, staring in horror at his father being packed onto a stretcher, two policemen standing in front of him and not apparently trying to usher him somewhere more private? Dedicated Hero Society bashers need to know.

•     I was just a touch irked when the leaks dropped that none of the flashback panels of the family included Fuyumi, but with the context of a coherent translation, it's perhaps interesting that Fuyumi is not included in the toll of Things That Exposed Our Weakness.  On the other hand, Rei wasn't in any of those panels, and my god, what Rei exposed in Enji…

•     I was also very irked in the leaks that Endeavor cites Deku as a hero he'll never be like, because, my god, can we please take a break on the unwarranted Deku Hype. But with the context of the rest of Endeavor and Enji's exchange, I'm actually pretty much fine with it. To borrow the language of the Bakugou/Deku rivalry, the two Enjis aren't talking about heroism in "saving" sense; they're talking about it in the "winning" sense. Endeavor's got nothing to say here about Deku's morality; this is purely about power—and, moreover, about the same power, since Endeavor now knows about One For All. So of course he brings up Deku when talking about "superhumans."

         "The enemy is weakness," is such a knotty, thorny sentiment.  Because this is a shonen manga, and a Shonen Jump battle manga at that, then weakness of character gets so tangled up with weakness in battle, while strength gets conflated with victory, with superhumans, and it's hard to know how much of this is meant to be A Positive Thing for anyone to aspire to (fulfilling one's duty even in the face of weakness), versus A Positive Thing for Enji (striving against his inner ugliness), versus just kind of a negative thing overall (continuing to conflate strength with solo pillars; an inability to ever quit even in the face of "a job well done").

          I suspect there's some values dissonance going on between me and the manga, but it would be nice if some of that values dissonance was also between Enji and the manga.  On the other hand, if it is intentional, one can't help but feel like you can't win a fight against AFO on values dissonance—and we're spending a lot of time on this if AFO's going to take the victory because Enji's heart still isn't in the right place.  I dunno.  I'll be curious to see how it continues developing.(5)

•     In the continuing adventures of Dabi Sure Is His Father's Son Alright, I enjoy the parallel between Enji's self-loathing telling him that cursing his weakness is the only thing that's kept him alive this long with Dabi's whole thing about the weak body he was born into, the way it caused his father to reject his very existence, and (phoenix quirk theories aside) his own "curse" that's kept him going all this time.

----FOOTNOTES---

1:  Only convert your hyperbole to metric 'cause you're Japanese.

2:  See my point last chapter about Ragdoll.

3:  Spoilers for Chapter 357: It doesn't.

4:  That point should, of course, have been, "Right before My Villain Academia."

5: More on this next time, particularly tying to the idea of how wise it is to try and kill AFO.

#bnha #bnha 356 #chapter thoughts #todotalk #bnha all for one #jirou kyouka #quirk metaphysics #my writing #sorry if this is a bit of a wall #my week got a bit crazy there and is not letting up just yet #so i'm just posting this now to get it out before 357 officially drops

[whispertrolls-archive]

✏️ for Novalx

Alright, there is literally no way I can go into this without diving balls deep into Ouroboros Unbound so here we go!

Novalx initially wasn't gonna have a whole lot of presence, to be totally honest. They were just considered to be a fun little extension, a new sona, in a way, to project some things onto. Not so much now.

When Ouroboros Unbound came into being, it was nowhere near as big as it is now. It was gonna be a simple thing, a means of projection by having plausible explanation for how they sustained the injuries that I planned on imparting onto them, but before any of us knew it, boom, it got huge.

So here's the deal with Nova. They've always been pretty shy, on the meek end, and for fairly obvious cultural reasons (those being that they're an anon-presenting Limeblood), they were non-confrontational. Their life was pretty simple until they had to deal with Lysander taking them down and hurting them like he did. Rutaci was a recently met figure in their life who expressed an interest in them for reasons that they didn't quite understand, but there was enough curiosity that they decided to give him a chance. Little did they know that that would be what saved their life, and it actually wasn't until the events of "Limbo" that they learned who Ru actually was.

From then on, they're left pained, weakened, and still recovering but thankfully under Ru's wing. It's rocky, but they end up finding out that they need each other and learn to slowly heal with each others' support. It's a rocky road, and as past and present traumas arise, things are coming to a head, but hell is all but ready to break loose when they flee in the evening with only a note left behind.

Nova's always been on the nervous side, reasonably cowardly, but the events of Ouroboros have shaken them to their core and broken them down. They're ruled by fear, and that fear is causing them to make irrational decisions. Their stubbornness has seized them and has yet to let go, and it's unlikely that it will unless they lose the will to fight. They're at a pivotal point right now where they're growing tired of running and hiding. They're exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. They're hurt, they're afraid, and they're angry that their whole life has come to this. They know, now moreso than ever, that if Omnius discovers them and knows of their relation to Rutaci and Stygia, then things are only going to get worse. They've also come to bear enough rage, suffering, and resentment that they refuse to go down without a fight, even knowing that they wouldn't stand a chance against anyone who looked their way.

Interestingly enough, they don't know whether Omnius knows of them or not, let alone if he would be after them. Novalx is one who is prone to assumption and draws their conclusions, and it was for that very reason that they left, because they assumed that if they were found out, then they would lead Omnius to Rutaci. They didn't take into consideration that Rutaci, among several others, would put themselves at risk looking for them.

One of my favorite aspects of Nova, personally, is their parallels to Stygia. While Stygia was formally known as The Catalyst by some, Nova is, unwittingly, a catalyst themself. I myself have dubbed them a 'cornerstone character', as it's appeared at least to me that the majority of advancements made come in response to events that they bring forth. In-universe, though, Rutaci has noted more than once of how he's seen Stygia in Nova, not just in looks, but in their personalities and tendencies. Whether it's literal or metaphorical, Stygia's legacy lives on in Nova.

The way I see it, no one expected The Catalyst to live on after death, but in more ways than one, Ouroboros Unbound has come to reveal that to be exactly the case.

#cloudbattrolls #Novalx #Novalx Astera #mun whispers

[stillmind2]

The Devil Makes Yet Another Deal

People boarded the plane like any other time, followed the instructions accordingly, and proceeded to their seats. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Yet.

This is the story of an event where not everything was as it was supposed to be.

~o~

On one particular flight, the LAA 457, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, to Quito, Ecuador, anyone with any ailment who used the restroom would be cured immediately. Relief was felt instantly.

All illnesses would be gone.

There was a presence there. It was immaterial, like a hologram, and it spoke of a deal impossible to refuse.

There was only one condition. You couldn't reveal who you encountered inside.

By now, the readers know who I'm referring to, and as it turns out, I am one of the beneficiaries.

But I digress.

We will know him as “Mr. Happen.”

No one could make any sense of these encounters. How is it possible that He, of all people or spirits, would be the one with such an ability for healing?

It didn't matter for any of those who were terminally ill and about to die. Not only now they won’t, but there's no sign of the previous illness. 

Cancers, brain tumors, decaying organs, heart, lung, and kidney issues. All were totally and completely gone.

Science could not explain it, and neither could physics professors.

Mr. Happen would only see one person at a time, and he agreed upon a contract. A contract for one's lasting life in return for unspeakable acts of malice.

In order to qualify for a certain number of years, your deeds had to match in quality. He explained that in detail, and it was not very pleasing.

The individual's actions and their deviousness were the deciding factors. 

So, he explained, just doing something terrible wasn't enough. It had to have more dire consequences. For example, if you killed your brother, that would give you a number—maybe adding a year to your life—but if you lied and destroyed his reputation during the funeral, you'd get quite a bit more. And so forth and so on. He wanted to cause as much discord as possible.

Everything was multiplication and arithmetic. Add and subtract, divide, or multiply. Eventually, life itself would take it to a different level. Algebra equations.

Then quantum mechanics.

Mr. Happen was on a mission.

People would earn or lose points depending on the way they achieved evil deeds.

But to Mr. Happen, the way you get there was what was most important. How can one produce the most elaborate way of creating more complications after the initial act?

Nobody wanted to hear the details. They were all willing to save their skin and do whatever was necessary to live as long as possible.

Life. More time on earth. That's all that counts.

Everybody wanted to participate. Unfortunately, mothers too, especially those with many young children, toddlers! Those were high on the list. They had a very high number in Mr. Happen’s book.

Sacrificing one or two could add ten whole years to mum’s life! 

Naturally, hysteria ensued. The state of the world didn't help matters, either. Lately, everybody has been dying of something. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. 

It got to the juncture where the now-landed plane had to be closed off and surrounded by authorities, but not for security. They sealed access to it so they could confer with Mr. Happen themselves.

So, Mr. Happen came up with a solution. He gave instructions to build bathrooms everywhere, just like the one on the LAA flight. Exactly to a “T”.

There was no need for the plane, just the bathrooms. 

Within days, as more and more people were dying for unknown reasons, probably of some plague, the hysteria turned into chaotic madness. No one was safe. At one point, it got so bad that people were committing the most brutal crimes, taking videos and notes, and rushing to confess to Mr. Happen and get their due credit.

Everything stopped: travel, vacations, going to work, social gatherings—all ceased to exist.

People were dropping dead everywhere, some holding the evidence of their malicious acts in their hands. They died before they could ‘collect’. 

People have erected Boeing plane bathrooms in the most unexpected places. Inside churches!

The idea was to hold on to religion, even though it was completely hypocritical and phony. But they held to their faiths tightly, even if they had to work with the dev….oops!

End of Part 1

(Blurb from the upcoming Part 2):

The world was unrecognizable. No one was acting normal. The disease affected millions, but only a few individuals were spared. Scientists couldn’t come up with a denomination for it. Worse, it seems to mutate or have the faculty to disappear right in front of the technician’s equipment. Then it would reappear again without any sense of logic. One day, it was one virus; the next day, it would be ten. Most were deadly. Some were quick; others would kill the person so slowly that many lost their minds.

Seeing such horrors, Mr. Happen saw an opportunity to make even more contracts, so out of his own will, he produced clones of himself to accommodate the surge in “customers.”

Everyone wanted to go to the bathroom. 

~o~

#life #humanity #fiction #devil #paranormal #suspense

[deathseemslikemyfriend]

To Dee,

This truly is a long time coming. I don't think you'll ever truly see this letter. But that's not important. This isn't for you. This is for me.

I'll put it bluntly: you ruined my life. I genuinely truly 100% stand by that. Everything about you has ruined my life. Your existence, your presence, any relation to you has ruined my life. You've managed to surface the worst parts of myself and I can't ever truly recover from what you've done to me.

I sound like your ex boyfriend don't I? I'm aware. He expressed the same sentiment when I was still talking to him. Here's the difference: I'm not willing to manipulate others to get what I want. I'm not trying to flip your world upside down as some sort of petty revenge. People cope differently in both healthy and unhealthy ways. But clearly he's had a deep history of this and that's what makes all the difference. None of that is your fault and you didn't deserve to be so hurt. Truly no one does.

But the reality of the situation is you've hurt me just as bad as you've hurt your ex boyfriend. And for me it's worse because you have no sense of sentimental attachment, so I really don't think that matters to you.

And what did you do exactly? You tried to take him from me. And that haunts me EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. How he tried to genuinely start a relationship with you. What you did on vc that day. What you said to each other. How you confided in each other. You make me feel replaceable, unlovable, ordinary, purposeless. He promised me so much and he left me. He left me and didn't look back because he was willing to just move onto you. You made me an option in his life. And I'm not a fucking option. I'm a lot of things. I'm hot headed. I'm a bitch. I'm a mess. And I'm really broken. But I. AM. NOT. AN. OPTION.

For MONTHS since I found out exactly what's happened either from you or him or your ex boyfriend, it's HAUNTED me. No matter what I do and how much I try to put it behind me, you somehow keep appearing EVERYWHERE. You're in my anxious thoughts. You're in my panic attacks. You're in my deepest fears. You linger whenever I have conversations with him. I can't even listen to the fucking One Direction song because it physically pains me to know those lyrics were his thoughts about you only a few months ago. I can't fucking get rid of you.

The worst of it all is that you're not a bad person. You, as a human being, are not inherently evil. Your goals and morals are similar to mine. Your future is so bright and truly I can see why he and your ex boyfriend liked/loved you so much. Even I enjoyed our conversations despite how uneasy I felt. I wanted to at least try friendship because you were so important to him.

But the IDEA of you and the spirit and aura CONNECTED to you are evil. Everything about you gets in my head and turns me into a selfish, greedy, jealous person that needs to take control over him. The urge to obsessively try not to let him leave is unhealthy for both me and him, and all it does it set up expectations that he'll never be able to reach because he's his own person. He's not a prize. He's not a trophy. He's not an object. And he's also not an option.

I realize most of this isn't directly your fault. My projection of fears and insecurities aren't your fault. My thoughts and feelings aren't your fault. But the moment I found out what was going on between you two shattered my world. It was already hard enough to hear him say the words, "I think it's best we split ways." He probably told you, but I BEGGED him to stay. I BEGGED HIM. The very thought of losing him the way I did made me spiral. I didn't sleep for a week. I couldn't stop crying. And even now almost a year later, that day replays in my mind. And in the months he stopped talking to me, he started talking to you. He sent that message that fateful day in January and totally moved onto you. HE LEFT ME FOR YOU. Less than 3 months from completely breaking my heart and you did the same to your ex boyfriend. That day we had lunch in the EXACT SAME PLACE where our relationship started, he tells me you're having a little date later that night. How incredibly heartbroken I was. To know he had given up on me, on us, for YOU, a girl who lived in a different state, a different timezone, someone he'd literally never even met in person before. I met his family, I had visited his church, I went to school with him, i lived an hour and a half away. You're not even in the same branch of religion! Logistically SO MUCH WAS WRONG with the idea of your relationship and both of you still tried to go for it. You even talked about getting married in his church and raising your kids in his religion. How fucking heartbreaking is was for me to hear FROM HIM after we'd talked about our future barely a few months from you.

He has meant EVERYTHING to me. I love him deeply, so much more than you ever could. After all he did, I defended him and I would've until my last dying breath. I believed in him. I fought for him. I would take a bullet for him because love isn't an emotion. It's a state and once you find something or someone really worth loving, it's unconditional. Despite all his flaws, despite all his mistakes, I love that man with everything my soul has to offer. And I would've let him go if it was what would've made him happiest. The first day he properly talked to me in WEEKS one of the last things he said to me was, "oh on the way home, I'm gonna call Dee and tell her about this." How EXPENDABLE and REPLACEABLE that made me feel. Right after he tells me everyone I'd trusted in used me for a game of petty revenge. You two got to be in this happy little bubble and I was desperate to stop feeling the pain. You had each other. I was forced to move on alone, just like every other time. The pain is indescribable and to this day, it's still here. I know how your story ended. I know how he feels about you now. And even still, I can feel that ache in my chest pushing down on my heart.

I want to be petty. I want to rub it in your face. I want to be smug and tell you what happened. That he invited ME to visit him. That while he wasn't talking to you anymore he VIDEO CALLED EVERY DAY until he came home. That he still told me those 8 letters. That he lost feelings for you so quickly because I was never gone from the picture. How he doesn't care about you anymore. That above all else, I'm still someone he cherishes even after all the pain and you're just a memory to him.

But I can't and I won't. That would be letting you win. That would be letting you take control. All it does is hurt me in the end. What joy do I gain from reliving this year? What satisfaction do I get starting shit up that should be left buried? Because at the end of the day, doing and saying all of that just justifies those fears and insecurities and projects them onto you. It does me absolutely no good to do any of that no matter how much I want to.

I don't hate you, Dee. It would be unfair to. Like I said, you as a person are not inherently evil. Maybe in a different circumstance we could be friends. But you were brought into my life as an act of Satan himself. Your purpose in my life is to enact those deadly sins that prevent me from living a good life. This shadow of your presence is Satan constantly trying to talk to me and forcing himself into my life. No matter how many bible verses I read, no matter how much I pray, you're still here and I can't fucking get rid of you.

But the Lord dwells in my heart regardless and unconditionally. Every day I've spent crying myself to sleep, having panic attacks, spiraling into the darkness, He has been right here holding me. And once I learn to fully trust in Him and His presence, you won't ever be able to hurt me again. You'll become a distant memory that brings a sting like a shot, but is over as soon as you blink.

I'm done with you, Dee. I think you're a great person with incredible goals and a future to look forward to. But from this moment on, I really don't want anything to do with you ever again. I'm through seeing your face, hearing about you, trying to communicate with you. Too much blood has been shed for me to consider being friends in any capacity. You are not what's best for me and really I don't think you ever will be. The hurt is too much for me to forget. One day, I'll learn to fully move on. But I'm letting you and this memory go. I'm done holding onto it. You're not worth the negative emotions I constantly feel thinking about you.

Soon this letter will be buried in my account, just like the rest of my fleeting thoughts. Maybe I'll reread it for a while, but one day it'll be too far gone to be worth looking for. It will be one post of hundreds and possibly thousands that I've had on this account. Maybe I should've written it out on paper and burned it to permanently etch it out of my brain. But this is more a full circle moment. I've posted on here about how painful those moments have been for me. It's only right I close this part exactly where it started. Online.

And to you Satan, I refuse to let you hurt me anymore. You can't destroy me or my relationship with him. I don't know what that means, but the only person whose will I can trust is my Lord and Savior. And the genuine one, not Taemin lol. You can't use her to hurt me anymore. As I let her go, I let you go. Release her from your shackles because she doesn't deserve this. You've made her spirit evil and it's time for you to leave.

My dearest and Heavenly Father, I can't ever thank you enough for holding me in Your loving arms. For loving me unconditionally past all the mistakes and the grief and the pain. You've been nothing but patient with me and You've never left my side regardless of what I've thought about You and how I've blamed You for the works of Satan. I'm so sorry Lord for ever doubting in You. You alone have helped me through this time, and it's through Your blessings that I've been able to get here. You told me to wait and you brought him home. And now as you tell me wait for another answer as I find my way, I know that Your love and blessings are all around me. I don't have to be afraid anymore, not with You here. So it's okay to let go now. You will take Your vengeance and You will take my burdens and cast them away, never to be seen again. And that's all I need to believe that things will get better. Thank you Lord for believing in me and never giving up on me. I pray in Jesus' name. Amen.

So, this is where it ends. I've waited for this moment for a long time and I'm finally ready. I hope you have an incredible and happy life ahead of you. Go get your degree. Be a positive influence to those around you. Become the person you've always wanted to be. I hope you heal from your pain too. I ask that God bless you and your life. While our situation was unfortunate, there's lots of good still waiting ahead for you. I hope you see that light in the end. You aren't what's best for me, and I don't think I'm what's best for you either. And that's okay. God has a different plan for us. Some people are temporary, and we're just that. And that's okay. Thank you for being a lesson I've needed to learn. Thank you for caring for him in those moments. And thank you for giving me a reason to fight for freedom from darkness. I forgive you for what you've done to me, and I wish you nothing but the best.

Goodbye Dee.

[hoodieimp]

That last BatIM reblog just reminded me how Funny it is that Bertrum is canonically described as being a BIG BURLY BEAR OF A MAN, and lots of fans took that and ran with it

Meanwhile in my most fleshed-out AU to date, I looked at him and went "Nope, he's a Manlet <3"

#bertrum piedmont #bendy and the ink machine #dizzyisms #I don't even remember if I gave him a specific height hdndkd #I just know that at one point I described him as being ''a few inches shorter'' than my OC Dizzy #who is *5'7''* #SO NOT THAT TALL LMAOO #(tho tbh that particular bit of writing is like a year old at this point and I've reworked a lot of details so #I might just retcon him into being *slightly* taller #but just. listen. nothing is funnier to me than characters who think they're SUCH hot shit and have an ego the size of Jupiter #and are also the Least physically imposing people imaginable #honestly it kinda works for Bertrum #if he didn't exactly have much of a physical presence then I can totally see why he'd pour so much effort into building up his reputation #like ''by God I WILL make the world take me seriously'' #...but also also I love the mental image of my Joey (who is one of the tallest outta my JDS staff headcanons) condescendingly leaning down #to talk to Bertie #.......now that I think about it I'm kinda biased towards making characters Short #bc I myself am a fuckin Shortass #my Henry is literally the same height as me (5'3'') hdhsbsidjsjs

[silentmoths]

If it's not too much, can i request maybe some of your fav genshin men (and maybe some ladies too if that's not too much trouble but I totally understand if it isn't your thing!!) handling dating a reader who's been abused in previous relationships? I recently came out of one and your writing on ao3 has been a huge comfort (ur Xiao x readers especially both are really good and heartbreaking but also comforting)

Oh friend I hope you're doing alright, feel free to shoot me a PM if ever you want someone to talk to, I might not totally understand what you've been through but I'm always happy to lend an ear! that being said, of course I can write some headcanons about the genshins!

Diluc, Rosaria, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Thoma, Ayaka x Reder

Past mentions of abuse, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst

Diluc

🔥 He doesn't ask, he can already see the pain hidden behind a carefully sculpted visage.

🔥 He keeps touches light, gentle, loose, sometimes you would wiggle from his hold without explaination, other times you would slowly, but surely relax, it depended on the day, and that was fine.

🔥 Naturally, his first response when you do tell him about your previous relationship is to ask if you wanted the problem taken care of, just how taken care of? well, that was up to you.

🔥 but it sure did explain why you always hesitated ever so slightly before leaning into any touch, and that was that really had the fury burning in Diluc's veins.

🔥 if you tell him that no, you'd rather just not think about your ex ever again, he respects that.

🔥 That doesn't mean the darknight hero does though. Needless to say, irrelevant of your answer, your ex always seems to run into horrible trouble whenever they step foot into Mondstadt.

🔥 After which, he goes home, and hunkers down beside you, content to just exist in your presence, or to cuddle and press soft kisses into your hair, either is good.

Rosaria

🍷 As was commonplace with her, she's far more hands-off when it comes to you. That didn't mean she didn't do her own share of digging to discover exactly why you clammed up whenever someone swung an arm a little too close or raised their voice just a bit too loud.

🍷 Despite being a woman of solitude, Rosaria didn't mind your presence at all, a nice change of drinking buddy to Kaeya, who was a whole lot of bluster when he was tipsy, you managed to keep your head a bit better, and you talk alot less.

🍷 and perhaps, when no one else is watching, she finds herself prone to a nice lean, or a gentle twining of fingers, nothing too major at first.

🍷 Soon enough, there's talk that you have a rather interesting and dangerous little shadow following you through the streets, particularly after dark. It's not like you didn't know who it was, and you always happened to leave a nice glass of red wine on the windowsill until Rosaria finally decides to indulge with you.

Zhongli

🔸 He, admittedly, doesn't pick up on your hesitation right away, not because he's that dense, it's simply just because he's too traditional when it comes to courting.

🔸 ie: flowers and small tokens, friendly walks along the harbour, sharing a pot of tea, things like that, where there's little physical contact involved.

🔸 It's only after a particularly hard day at work for you, when you meet up with him and he can immediately sense the unease exhuming off you, when he opts to take you to a quieter tea-house where you finally break and explain you'd actually seen your ex that day, and why you were so afraid.

🔸 On the outside? he's as unflappable as always, offering sincere words of support and reassurance that he would keep you safe.

🔸 Inside? The fierce dragon god from the archon wars, the one who hurled spears of stone into the ocean to smite those who opposed him, rears it's vengeful head.

🔸 He asks if you would like to stay at his place that night, noticing that despite everything, you still were not quite as calm as you had tried to insist you were. Overjoyed when you actually do say yes.

🔸 A small part of him goes into 'domestic overdrive' in an attempt to placate your fears, soothing candles, a lovely, home cooked meal, anything and everything he can do to put you at ease, and he find's himself a little more thrilled than He'd like to admit when you lean in for a quick kiss.

🔸 Needless to say, He can't help but keep a closer eye on you after that, not overbearingly so but he doesn't like the idea of you having to deal with your abuser alone, and if they were to ever come into contact with the funeral consultant...well, the wrath of the rock would be them getting off lightly.

Childe

🐋 This idiot. He doesn't really realise just how bad your previous relationship had been until he half tackles you after a long, hard day of work, wanting nothing more than to sweep up his little flame and spoil you, being taken awfully aback when you flinch so hard that you drop to your knees.

🐋 Mistake number 2? interrogating you about your ex. what had he done, what did he look like? He doesn't even realise he's doing it until you burst into tears, the red, blinding fury dying instantly as you shrink back from him.

🐋 no, no absolutely not. Childe may be a battle hungry harbinger, but he knows when he's fucked up, and he's just fucked up real bad, bad enough that if his siblings knew, he'd get the cold shoulder from all of them, and a good scolding from his parents to boot.

🐋 His gears switch as quickly as they always do, he'd already fucked up by suddenly jumping you, so a hug was likely out of the question. Instead he does what he does whenever one of his little siblings would cry; he gently takes your hands, and he apologises for scaring you, he didn't mean to, he was just worried, angry that someone had hurt you this way, he spends damn near half an hour talking you back to calmness before he even attempts to hold you.

🐋 However, his apology and his admission that he was angry that someone had hurt you, reward him with a very faint squeeze when he presses his lips to the top of your head.

🐋 He would later, after you've calmed, absolutely spoil you rotten, because that's all he really knows how to do when it comes to someone he cares about, fancy dinner, cute clothes, the whole nine yards.

🐋 Maybe later, when you're asleep, something 'bad' might happen to your ex, either way, he ensures you never hear from him again.

Xiao

👹 He can tell, the moment he decides you're even somewhat worthy of his attention, he sees the way you hold yourself, the way you shrink at a raised tone, even if it's not directed at you, the way you grip at the hem of your shirt, find any excuse to slink away.

👹 He knows these signs well, because once upon a time, that was him. He's still bound by Karmic debt, but you? you didn't deserve to live this fear every day.

👹 He's...not great at approching you about it, in fact, he uses his ability to slink into dreams to discover the source of your fears, it's sneaky and underhanded, an invasion of privacy, but he has a face, he has a name.

👹 He will never tell you the kinds of horrible dreams he tormented your abuser with, he was contractually obligated to never bring harm to a human, but spook them out of Liyue? now that he could do, without so much as leaving his room at the Inn no less.

👹 However, he does keep a closer eye on you, and it doesn't go unnoticed by any of the regular staff at the inn. Verr in particular always seems to smile fondly whenever sees you now, and Smiley always seems to send up a second order of almond tofu, just in case.

👹 He's taken aback when you apologise for bothering him so much, you knew he wasn't particularly fond of people, but you felt a little safer with him around.

👹 He can only grunt, crossing his arms, it was fine, he said, he didn't mind you, you weren't too chatty and didn't try to make him leave the inn, your presence was more than acceptable. the closest thing to him ever being able to outwardly say that he enjoyed having you around that the yaksha could manage for a very long time. It was just a good thing you were rather perceptive, for a mortal.

Thoma

🍡 two words: Golden retriever. Thoma is never anything but sweet and kind to you, he doesn't ask or prod about your past, he knows bad things happened, and when you'd tried to force yourself to tell him, he took your hands in his, pressed a kiss to each knuckle and told you that you didn't need to, the fact you were even willing to say anything on the matter was all he needed to know.

🍡 Thoma isn't a man of violence, but he is a man of action, any particular day he sees that tense bunch in your shoulders; perhaps the guards had been a bit too rowdy again, or things were just a bit too loud, he immediately sets about brewing your favorite tea and making your favorite snacks, little things that would brighten your day.

🍡 And on the days where everything is too much? well, he always offers his hand first, as much as he'd love to engulf you in a hug, the hesitation was still there, and he'd never be able to live with himself if he scared you. So he waits until you want to cuddle, he'll absolutely put everything else on the back burner to tend to you, or, he'll bring you along with him, sometimes the fresh air and getting away from the usual haunts for a bit can help too.

🍡 Thoma isn't a vengful man by any means, but if he happens to spy your abuser in passing, he makes a note of it, he makes several notes over several encounters, before using his little web of contacts to discreetly make their life hell.

Ayaka

🍵 Much like her dear friend, Thoma, Ayaka doesn't push to know exactly what's happened, but she's a little more...over protective. Offering private rooms, any and all sorts of services to make you feel at ease.

🍵 Though, she's not upset when you timidly tell her that perhaps it's all a bit too much, you still had a life to live and you didn't want to have to rely on the younger kamisato for everything.

🍵 Ayaka isn't much known for leaving the estate herself, especially when Ayato is out, which is unfortunately most of the time. but when she does have a free day, you're the first person she comes to for companionship.

🍵 Walks in the forest, or a trip up to the shrine (it's got such a lovely view!) the very rare trip into inazuma city, although, you both find yourselves a little overwhelmed by the crowds there sometimes, the eyes on ayaka and her seemingly average companion.

🍵 So it's no real surprise when she offers her hand, something you happily take, Ayaka was a skilled fighter, but a gentle soul at heart, you knew she'd never hurt you.

🍵 she does however, marvel at your skin, apparently your skin was so very soft with minimal effort, something she was rather in awe of. Holding hands soon became pedestrian, for she so loved to brush her fingers along your cheek, cup your face in her hands with that gentle smile that told you everything would be ok...

#Genshin impact scenarios #Genshin Diluc #Genshin Rosaria #Genshin Zhongli #Genshin Childe #Genshin Xiao #Genshin Thoma #Genshin Ayaka #Diluc x reader #rosaria x reader #Zhongli x reader #childe x reader #Xiao x reader #Thoma x reader #Ayaka x reader #silentmothasks #silentmothwrites

[forsworned]

[♥] academyau!substitute teacher {renguko kyojuro x reader}

Genre: Slight Fluff, Comedy

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Kyoujuro Renguko/Reader, Giyuu Tomioka/Reader

word count: 2,538

a/n: this is a pretty long read, so read at your own risk of boredom. i guess it could also b classified as a "x giyuu" but the title is just way too long and kind of throws the main focus off. might turn this into multiple parts so let me know what y'all think! also this is just a filler for the requests i have rn i don't want to leave you guys hanging

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"I literally don't know shit about history."

Giyu sighed in exasperation. "You don't need to know anything about history [first name]. The teacher already has a lesson plan and you literally just need to pass out the papers. I just need you to cover for a couple of a days because one of the teachers are out sick."

You groaned as you threw your head back in annoyance, pushing your feet up against the edge of your desk. Even though it didn't look it Giyu was practically begging you to substitute for one of his coworkers. And he almost never asks for favors.

Giyu ran a hand through his hair. "He's super picky with his subs and everyone he's had come in hasn't come back."

"So you're saying that I'm a good pick." You mused, with your head in your hands with an annoying smug look.

"Don't push it."

You scrunched your face in disgust. "I just really, really don't want to Giyu. Middle school kids are the absolute worst. All they do is make moaning noises and forget or neglect to wear deodarant."

Giyu lightly chuckled. Your eyes darted to watch his usually solemn demeanor melted away into a small smile which immediately disappeared when you caught wind of it.

He cleared his throat and continued to speak like nothing happened.

"Anyway, so you'll do it?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll do it."

Giyu looked pleased with himself when he heard your answer.

"I mean after all, I do owe you like a million and one favors." You sarcastically mused.

Which you kind of did. Giyu was your childhood best friend and always kept your out trouble in the nick of time. Whether it was you getting chased down by the neighborhood cat, or when you got gum stuck in your hair and you didn't want your parents to find out so he quickly snipped it out of your hair with everything seemingly in place like nothing happened. Yeah you could say you were a bit of troublemaker growing up, but Giyu was like the older brother that always looked after you.

"I'm so glad you realized." He replied cooly. "Be here by 7:30AM. Don't be late, I already have enough on my plate and I don't need you embarassing me."

You used your hand to shoo him out of your office space. "Mhm, you can leave now."

"I'm serious."

"Yup."

He squinted his eyes at you."[first name]"

"Ok! I got it. I'll be there 7:30 sharp." You exclaimed throwing your arms up in surrender.

He smirked in satisfaction. "Good."

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The morning air was crisp as the sun shone down on your blurred eyes. You absolutely dreaded waking up in the morning and despite that you still agreed to be here. Oh, how you hated that man.

"Good morning." A familiar voice muffled beside you.

Speak of the devil.

He was munching away at his raisin bread walking next to you in the most nonchalant manner. Typical Giyu.

"Shut up." You mumbled miserably.

"You know, you could be a little nicer."

Your eyes narrowed at him. Expression in full death stare mode, but Giyu was as cool as ever, and as always completely unfazed by your behavior. But before you could retaliate, middle and highschool girls were practically lining up to say good morning to Giyu, blushing like mad when he acknowledged them. You on the other hand, were getting the death stares and whispers instead.

"Must be nice to be the heart throb PE teacher." You teased, poking him with your binder.

Giyu ignored you as you walked into the building, showing you to your classroom. You ignored the stares of kids burning holes through your back as you analyzed everything. Tons of inspirational historical quotes lined the walls, pictures and signatures of past and possibly current students covered one single wall. You inspected closely trying to catch a glimpse of who the teacher you were substituting for. One person in particular caught your eye, and he was hot. With a capital H. But before you could look at the other pictures to confirm Giyu called you over.

"Miss [last name], can you come up to the front and introduce yourself."

You sighed as you approached the front of the classroom and watched as the students all stood up. As their whispers got louder, you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Good morning class. I'm going to be your substitute teacher for the day as Mr.--"You glanced over at the desk and moved the plaque in your direction. "--Renguko is out sick today."

As the class bowed in respect getting their good morning greetings, some of the children could't help but show their disappointment. You noticed most of them girls.

"I'll leave them to you." Giyu stated, and then looked at the class. "And be good to your substitute. I don't want to hear anyone misbehaving."

They bowed as he exited the room and now all eyes were on you. You sighed to yourself.

I really gotta learn to say no sometimes.

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement. It’s not that you hated kids or anything, but they always just see to have so much energy and well, you didn’t. Not even a cup of coffee could save you right now. You watched as the clock above your desk ticked and felt yourself getting more and more sleepier by the moment. Your consciousness fleeting as you lie under your warm blankets.

The image of that fiery haired man popped into your head and your eyes shot open.

You totally forgot to ask Giyu about that hot guy!

You let out a loud groan, knowing that your timing was off because now he would most definitely be suspicious if you asked him tomorrow. The curiosity of knowing that man itched at your skin. You absolutely had to know who he was.

What if he was a high school student, or worse a middle school student who looked very grown.

You outwardly icked at the thought, closing your eyes and scrunching your face in disgusted.

No way. He definitely had to be an adult. Maybe even a teacher.

“The history teacher!” You exclaimed out loud, shooting your whole body up.

It had to be him. You smiled victoriously to yourself, mentally patting yourself in the back.

And you had the perfect plan set up to find out.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had to have looked in the mirror for about three hours to make sure you looked absolutely stunning. Hair curled to frame your face perfectly, and make up subtle but very much enhancing your natural features. You rubbed your lips one more time in the mirror before smacking your hands to your face to wake yourself up. Giyu was not going to be happy.

The morning bells chimed and you were seated at the desk welcoming students as they walked in. You discreetly checked your make up in your compact mirror under the desk to make sure nothing was running and not a hair was out of place.

“Perfect.” You whispered to yourself, running a hand through your blow out. All this work for a man that probably wasn’t even a teacher here.

“Miss [last name], what are you doing here.”

You froze at the voice. Nothing could prepare you for the icy glare that Giyu shot down at you. It sent a shiver down your spine. But his glare melted right off of you as you glanced over to the man next to him. Your mystery man finally come true!

“Oh hello, Mr. Tomioka. It’s pleasure seeing you.” You smiled, standing up. You looked right over to the handsome man right next to him. His hair like rays of sunlight with eyes to match. You could barely contain your excitement. “And you must be Mr. Renguko.”

His smile as big as the sun. Scratch that. He was the sun.

Bright, beautiful and fiery. He physically made you warmer just being in his very presence. You could’ve sworn you heard simultaneous female sighs in admiration, but you were way too distracted by how utterly gorgeous he was.

“Yes, I am.” He cheerfully stated. “And you must be the substitute that was in for me yesterday.”

He took your hand in his and you could’ve sworn you melted at his touch. Finely calloused hands, indicating that he worked with his hands a lot. Not that his physique couldn’t already tell you how absolutely fit he was.

“Yes, I am. Your class was wonderful. I didn’t have any problems with them whatsoever.” You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. This really was the man and it took every ounce of you not to pinch yourself to see if you were awake or not.

“So are you going to tell me why exactly you’re here today.” Giyu chimed in. This time his icy glare had no effect.

“Oh yes, I thought I was still scheduled for today. I never heard anything back from Mr.Tomioka so I assumed that I would head back in.” You lied right through your teeth and Giyu could see right through it.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “And I remember emailing you last night confirming that Mr. Renguko was fully recovered and ready to work again.”

You couldn’t see it but Giyu was totally spitting out venom with every single word he spoke. It was almost terrifying, but you were way too distracted by the glow of the man that was the literal sun right beside you.

As if the smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger.

“That’s odd. I don’t remember getting an email.” You innocently put a finger to your lip, and looked upward as if you were searching your head for the memory of the email confirmation that you definitely recall getting.

Giyu’s went from you to Mr.Renguko. And then it finally clicked for him. His shoulder dropped in defeat. He did not have the strength required to dealing with your shenanigans today. He turned around heading out the classroom, raising a hand to dismissively.

“Just don’t burn the place down.”

You gave him two big thumbs up. “You got it!”

"So would you like to observe the class since you're already here?" Mr.Renguko interjected. He motioned to the empty seat right beside his desk and chair.

You beamed at him. "Only if that's okay with your class, of course."

"Oh trust me, they are more than okay with that." He grinned at the students. Most of them smiled and blushed looking away from your direction. You sat there in confusion, but before you could inquire about what he said, he shot out of his seat and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk.

"Alright, class we are going to go over your classwork from yesterday and finish the rest of chapter six."

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It seemed like forever until Mr.Renguko had settled into his seat while he let his students work together on their classwork.

"I can see why my students are such big fans of you." He mused. You looked up from your phone and saw him warmly grinning at your face. This time you didn't fight the blood rushing to the surface of your cheeks.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well," He pulled out a stack of notecards and began shuffling through them. "I always have my students write their own evaluations of my substitutes and yours were outstanding. Lots of compliments about your appearance and how you carried the class."

Evaluation? Appearance?

Your jaw went slightly aslack at his words. The only thing that left your lips: "Evaluations...?"

His grin grew. Mr.Rengoku knew that this had caught you off guard but he continued. "Yes, I like to know what substitutes are doing their job and keeping my students in line and comfortable."

You were almost speechless. "Wow, you must really care about your students."

He smiled softly this time, and fondly looked over at his students working diligently and quietly together. "Yes, I do. They're kind of like my own kids. I want the very best for them."

Just when you thought you couldn't admire him anymore that you already did. Hot and caring? It had to be too good to be true. You pointed to the best teacher of the year awards on his desk. "I guess you didn't get those just based off your looks alone then."

He visibly blushed and chuckled at you statement as he rubbed the back of his head. "Nah, I don't think so."

You raised an eyebrow at him and pointed at the wall of photos and signatures that lined his wall. "That wall definitely says otherwise."

He laughed a hearty laugh this time. "I don't really think that's the case. Like I said I just look after my students like their my own. They really are my pride and joy."

It really was incredibly hard to not let yourself melt into a puddle in his presence alone. But before you could collect your thoughts, the lunch bell rang and students filed out to their homeroom's and handing in their assignments on their way out. Most of the girls shot you dirty looks before heading out as a way of showing their contempt towards you before the smiled at Mr.Rengoku who was collecting papers at the doorway. At this point, you literally couldn't blame them. Their teacher was a total hottie and you were practically stealing him right under their noses.

As the last student handed in their assignment, Mr. Rengoku closed the door behind them and approached his desk to set aside the stack of papers. He pulled put a box of tissues, picking one out and sneezed rather loudly into it. Cheeks were now a hue of vermillion and he slighted groaned while holding his head.

"You don't look so good, Mr. Renguko." You stated worriedly.

He waved you off. "Nonsense, I'm fine. And you can drop the formalities when were not in front of students. Call me Kyojuro."

You sighed as you fumbled through your bag handing him some cold and flu pills and a packet of vitamin c. "Ok, Kyojuro. You can call me [first name], but I'm going to need you to take these for me and get on home."

He blew loudly into his tissue before tossing into the trash revealing his very red nose. "I-I'm fine, Miss [last name]-- I mean [first name]. Really, I'm ok." He stuttered as he tried to collect himself and get up. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold himself up for more than ten seconds before collapsing and luckily you were there to catch him. He seemed to have been mumbled incoherent words as he laid heavily in your arms. You sighed as you slowly laid him down on the ground and reached for your cellphone to dial the one person you knew could handle this situation the best.

"You didn't actually burn the place down did you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, idiot. Teacher down."

"Ah, fuck."

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Home

Summary:

After a rough case Spencer knows exactly what he needs to feel okay again. Or rather, who he needs

(no smut, pure fluff)

word count: 1747

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On days like today, the only thing Spencer wants to do is be held by you. It took him some time to figure out that physical affection was something that could make him feel calm and content as opposed to the feeling of discomfort he used to experience every time someone invaded his personal space to go in for a hug or something of that sort. His best guess was that it's different with you because he loves you. Not like he loves Derek or JJ or any other member on his team, but in a way that feels all consuming sometimes.

He means that in the best way possible.

He fell in love with you almost as quickly as you fall asleep after a hard day in the shop. It overwhelmed him at first. He wasn't used to feeling with such intensity.

There was a time where Spencer believed he couldn't love and be loved in return. He didn't think he knew how. But you just walked into his life one day and before he realized it his heart had made the decision to love you.

He'd like to say that he doesn't remember what life used to be like without your constant reminders that you fell in love with him because of what he considers his quirks and not despite of them, or your cuddles that were usually followed by praise or words of encouragement, but the truth is he does remember.

He remembers how dull life felt before you. How lonely he was and how undeserving of love he felt all his life.

Sometimes he can't help but fear what would happen if you suddenly got tired of him.

But then he remembers the words you whisper to him ever so often when you feel him growing anxious:

"You're the brightest star in my galaxy, Spence"

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it soothes his soul like nothing else. Hearing you say those words makes him feel like he can finally let out that breath he's been holding all day long.

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it is perfect.

It's been a little over a week since you and Spencer have last seen each other. Sure, you've texted and called as often as your schedules let you and you even convinced him to facetime you once, but it just doesn't compare to actually being with each other.

The team had just wrapped up a horrible case involving young women. Without going into detail it's fair to say that Spencer couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you tight enough to ensure that you're here with him, that you're safe.

The Metro was late, delaying his arrival by approximately 20 minutes. While that's not enough time to raise concern for a lot of people Spencer knows better than to not let you know.

His job puts him at risk every day and you're not naive enough to believe that safety is a given for people in Spencers line of work.

He shoots you a quick text letting you know he'll be late and you reply with lots of exclamation points, emphasizing how excited you are to see him.

He can't help but smile to himself. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. He's struggling with letting the events of that recent case go.

The victims looked too much like you and it sometimes took Spencers focus away from what was right in front of him. He can't help but feel like he should've been quicker.

There's no doubt in his mind that you'll start questioning him as soon as you spot the distressed look on his face and you're going to want him to tell you what happened. And he will. Just maybe not tonight. You two agreed to have no secrets and the key to that is total transparency when it comes to what's on your mind.

He doesn't worry though. You never make him talk about work when he tells you he doesn't want to yet.

You don't push because you know that he'll tell you the next day once he is rested and convinced that both of you are safe.

Completely lost in his thoughts, he almost missed his stop. He managed to get off in time and from there it was only a 5 minute walk to your place.

Your Place.

These words are starting to taste bitter on Spencers tongue. He's been wanting to ask you to move in with him for weeks now but every time the opportunity presents itself he chickens out.

Part of him is so scared you're going to reject him and he's going to lose you.

Realistically speaking he knows that you value your time together as much as he does and he can't imagine you'd ever laugh at him or leave him for something like that but it's those pesky insecurities he's been trying to overcome that tell him that he can't really be sure.

He's confident though. Tonight is the night. As much as he doesn't mind going to your place to see you after cases, he can't shake the thoughts of him being able to come home to you. Thoughts of you waiting for him with open arms and a overall presence of love that will fills your shared apartment.

Before he can get too lost in his thoughts he knocks on your door and starts nervously shifting around on his feet.

It's not that he's afraid you're not happy to see him. Quite the opposite actually you've made sure he knows you've missed him just as much as he missed you. It's just that Spencer never really got used to being on the receiving end of such strong affection.

He loves it. God, he loves it so much but it still feels like it's too good to be true. His job makes him paranoid and as much as he wants to, he can't quite shake his anxieties about losing you just yet.

You open the door and he looks up with wide eyes.

There you are in your worn out Star Wars shirt with those adorable matching shorts practically beaming at him. You look so happy to see him. Because of him. His eyes immediately soften and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"Spence!! You're back!"

Before he knows it you're already in his arms. Legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck squeezing him tightly before leaning back to press a firm kiss to his head.

He doesn't waste a single second. Wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to his chest. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"Hey there beautiful. I missed you so much"

You let out a small giggle before leaving the embrace to properly look at him. One of your hands goes to rest on his cheek while the other starts brushing through his messy hair.

You look at him with a wide smile.

"I can almost guarantee i missed you more, handsome. Now come in we haven't cuddled in over a week and i'm starting to feel very serious withdrawal symptoms!"

This time he lets out a proper laugh, nodding his head and taking your hands in his.

"Yeah i know a thing or two about that. We got a lot catching up to do then"

You only smile wider and drag him inside, promptly closing the door behind you.

"Indeed we do so go get changed. You must be uncomfortable in those clothes. You're in luck sir your pj's just got out of the dryer"

You push him towards the bedroom door and both of you laugh at the domestic scene at hand before Spencer stops, turns out and wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Can i get a 'welcome home' first"

He looks at you with such love in his eyes you almost forget what you want to say.

"Hmm well technically you're not home yet"

You say teasingly knowing exactly what he is actually asking for. You're more than willing to give it to him considering it's all you could think about this past week and a half but you always did enjoy watching him squirm.

Spencer doesn't seem fazed by your comment. He looks a bit nervous but other than that he radiates a certain confidence you're finding incredibly attractive on him.

"You're here, aren't you? My home isn't a place. It's a person and that person is standing in front me right now"

You stare at him with shiny eyes. Despite what he may think, Spencer is actually quite the romantic. It's not unusual for him to compliment you out of nowhere. You're fairly confident you never experienced genuine love until you've met Spencer.

But this? This was so much more than a compliment. It's him wanting to make you understand just how committed he is to you. How much he loves you.

Not wanting to wait any longer you just grab him by the collar of his vest and press a firm kiss to his lips. You only hope that Spencer can feel the extent of your love through this kiss.

What starts out as a innocent way to proof that he is your home too quickly turns more heated when Spencer presses you closer to him.

His tongue asks for entrance and you grand it to him. You're completely lost in the feeling of Spencer and every second that passes you get more desperate to proof your love to him like he did by telling you you're his home.

Your hands start roaming through his hair before landing on the nape of his neck.

He lets out a soft sigh as you start playing with his curls. After some time the two of you are starting to slow down until it was only an exchange of little pecks and reassuring kisses to the forehead, nose or cheek.

Lips just millimeters apart you whisper: "You're my home, too, Spence"

He smiles and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

Not ready to break the embrace just yet, you hug him tight. He, obviously not wanting to let go of you either, starts rubbing small circles on the sides of your hips.

"Welcome home baby"

You whisper into his neck. Loud enough so he could hear it but not loud enough so it would break the quiet atmosphere around you two.

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A thousand splinters of glass (Part 2)

Broken hearts.

Sirius Balck x Reader

Summary: After the argument, they are both in their room and are comforted by their friends. There comes a question. Can everything be alright again or is it all over and broken?

Warnings: angst, arguments, swear words, insults, broken heart, hint of alcohol consumption, tears.

(As always, misspellings, grammatical errors, translation errors.)

Words: 2743

Author's note: I'm sorry that the second part is so late. I wanted to have it written and uploaded earlier, but I broke part of my right hand at work, which made writing very difficult for me. But I did my best. Next week comes part three, which will probably be the last part.

I hope you enjoy reading 🌻

I made the GIF myself

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After an hour (Y/N) noticed someone trying to open the door. She pressed her back tighter against the door, to prevent the person from entering. "Go the fuck away!" she shouted in a broken voice.

The push on the door stopped and something was moving behind it. "(Y/N)? What happened? Please let me in. Let me help you." she heard Lily's soft voice through the wood of. She didn't really want to see anyone at the moment. But Lily's presence and reassuring words had often helped her before. So she moved forward and whispered just loud enough "Lily. I need a big hug and some tea."

Lily slowly pushed open the door from the outside and stuck her head through the crack. She immediately saw (Y/N), still crouching on the floor, with bloodshot eyes, tear marks on her cheeks and red spots on her face. With quick steps she was with her friend and pulled her tightly into her arms.

(Y/N) buried her face in the crook of Lily's neck and sighed. Her friends stroked her hair and whispered soothing words as she hugged her tighter.

She let (Y/N) cry a little more before she took her by the shoulders to push her away from her a little and look into her face.

"Remus said they heard you yelling at each other, but they couldn't understand what it was about. What happened between you and Sirius?" Lily asked softly and gave her the Handkerchief from her pocket.

(Y/N) wiped it over her cheeks and eyes and smiled weakly at her friend.

"He accused me of cheating on him. With Remus. He yelled at me and called me slut."

she told what had happened, briefly closed her eyes and added ,"He threw a glass at me."

Lily's eyes widened in shock and she put a hand over her mouth.

(Y/N) bit her lip and turned her head to the side as tears came to her eyes again.

"But ... how does he come up with it. What does he think of throwing a glass at you? Did he even let you explain? That stupid ass." Lily asked angrily, shaking her head in disbelief.

(Y/N) shrugged and sniffed up.

"I don't know, I wanted to explain to him. Remus and I are just friends. But he continued to insult me ​​and then the glass flew." she explained to her friend and lay down on the floor to look at the ceiling.

Lily stretched out next to her but turned her head to her friend and said :" The boy is so stubborn and stuck in his mind. I know you and Remus are just friends, we all know that. Sirius must have forgotten that. Which doesn't give him the right to insult you and judge you with a glass. Did it hit you? Are you hurt?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath and turned her head to her friend as well. "No it doesn't. Physical, no. Emotionally, totally."

Lily nodded in relief.

The room fell silent while the two girls stared at the ceiling. Both followed their own thoughts. How could everything have changed so quickly for (Y/N). Everything had been fine until two hours ago. Or at least that's what she thought. It doesn't seem like that for Sirius. She thought the two could trust each other enough to talk to each other. Without yelling. She had tried very hard to remain calm. But how should that work when you are yelled at and insulted. Sirius was never known to stay calm and think before speaking. She knew that. Yes, she knew that before she got together with him. It was also a reason why she liked him so much. He just said what he thought and didn't hold back.

But today. That was too much.

She was aware that it was difficult to gain his trust due to his difficult family situation. But she thought he would trust her. They had known each other for more than six years, one of which they were together. Of course, they would have argued a few times before. But never like that, they yelled at each other over trivialities until both of them had vented all their anger and after that they had made up and everything was fine again.

Not this time. For (Y/N) it feels like it will never be fine again.

He had overreacted, yelled at her, insulted and thrown off. It's never been this extreme.

He had no reason. She acted with Remus as she did with Lily, because they were both her best friends. He did the same with his friends. And he flirted with other girls. But she was never really jealous. Maybe now and then, but only when the flirting got too much, but then he always told her that they mean nothing to him, that everything was just fun and that she was the only one for him. (Y/N) believed him, he had never given her a reason not to.

Just like she never gave him a reason not to believe her. But apparently he doesn't.

After a while, Lily broke the silence again. She looked at her friend again and asked carefully: "Are you tow still together?"

(Y/N) didn't answer right away. She wasn't exactly sure herself.

Nobody had said a word about it. But for

her, was the glass, hit next to her head like a picture-perfect backup.

"I do not know exactly. It feels like the end to me." she whispered into the darkness.

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Sirius was sitting on the edge of his bed. The elbows on the legs and the head buried in the hands. Frustrated, he pulled his hair and shuffled in denial.

The remnants of the argument still in the room. The broken glass, the sticky stain on the floor and the bad feeling that was eating into his bones.

He didn't want that to happen. He didn't want to yell at her, he didn't want to offend her and of course he didn't want to throw the glass at her either. Had he not been drinking he would have hit her right in the face.

He wanted to talk to her normally, calmly tell her what he was worried about. The way she did when something about his behavior worried her. But he hadn't made it. Something had blown inside him and he had started yelling at her. He was such a fool.

Sirius wiped his wet eyes as the door opened and his three friends walked in. They looked at him and immediately noticed that something was wrong with their friend.

He looked broken and totally desperate.

"Hey pets, what happened Is everything okay?" James asked and sat down on the bed next to his friends. Remus leaned against the bedpost across from Sirius bed and Peter sat on the floor between the two beds. Waiting, they looked at Sirius who shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably and grimaced.

"The two argued. "That wasn't a question but a statement from Remus.

Sirius nodded and looked at his friends for the first time. His hair stood out and his face was pale and red at the same time.

He snuggled before he explained in a hoarse voice: "I screamed at her and insulted her. I didn't listen to her or let her finish."

James beside him raised a raised eyebrow and looked questioningly at his best friend. But when he didn't tell any more he asked: "And? You've yelled at each other before. This is nothing new. Before that, everything always turned out fine. Give her a little time that will subside."

Sirius just shook his head.

"No. Nothing's going to be fine. I screwed up. She'll never forgive me for that." he tried to swallow the lump in his throat and blink away the tears that came up again. In vain.

"Why did you fight? " asked Peter, scratching his neck, slightly overwhelmed. He had never seen Sirius like that before and didn't know what to do. Otherwise Sirius was always cool and relaxed and hid his negative feelings as best he could.

"I accused her of cheating on me." Sirius admitted stupidly and did not dare to look his friends in the face.

"Bullshit. She would never ..." Remus started but was stopped by him again.

"With Remus."

The room fell silent again. The boys exchanged incredulous looks and hoped they had just heard wrong.

He couldn't really mean that.

"You bloody Idiot. How did you get the fucking idea your girlfriend was cheating on you. With one of your best friends. She never gave you a fucking reason not to trust her. " Remus explained and looked at his friends in disappointment. The young werewolf just couldn't believe that Sirius really believed

(Y/N) was cheating on him with one of his best friends. He and her would never do that. And Sirius should know that too.

"How did you come up with such a stupid idea?"

Sirius got up from the bed vigorously and stood in front of his taller friend.

He huffed and at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I see how you treat each other. Giggling together, touching each other, the insider jokes, whispering, meet alone. It is obviously coming." he grumbled, looking like a kicked puppy. Remus took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face. So that was the reason he thought that.

"Look Sirius. You're exaggerating a bit. (Y/N) and I are just friends. Good friends. Friends laugh together. She and I have the same subjects so we study togethern. You and James touch each other more often than she and I and still she doesn't think you're cheating on her with him. And we don't have any inside jokes either. Anyone who read the book would have understood that. It's all just in your head. She is her own person. You can't think she's cheating on you just because she gets on well with someone."

Sirius looks at him with wide eyes and open mouth, startled. Remus was right. As so often. (Y/N) would never cheat on him and Remus would never do anything with a friend's girlfriend. Him and her were just friends. In fact, it was a good thing that his girlfriend got on well with his best friends.

She has always been open and close with her friends. He just saw things that weren't there. He was afraid of losing her. That she would reject him and despise him just like his blood relativ family. He was afraid of losing people from his chosen family.

Well, that was exactly what he had now taken care of himself. He hadn't trusted his own girlfriend and had beaten her down. His Girlfriend. He didn't even know if she was still his girlfriend at all. She hadn't said anything but he could well imagine that he had ruined everything with his action.

But he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't lose a member of his family. He had to talk to her, explain everything and at least try to prevent her from leaving him by all means.

Above all, he had to apologize deeply.

"I fuck up. I really fuck up. I ... I really screwed up. I threw a fucking gals at her." he stammered, buried his hands in his hair and fell back on the bed.

His three friends looked at him in shock.

"You did what?" James asked incredulous and discovered the broken glass and the stain next to the door.

Sirius had buried his head in his hands again and mumbled muffled: "You already understand me."

Nobody really knew what to say now.

Nobody expected that. Sirius wasn't aggressive. He would never hurt an innocent one. So it was really breathtaking for everyone.

"Fuck. Did you ... did you ... hit her?" asked Peter, chewing the inside of his cheek. The other two were also eager to hear Sirius' answer to this question.

"NO! NO! No no no. I haven't. Fortunately not. It's smashed against the wall next to her head." Sirius shuffled and continued to slump. For him it was as if more and more weights were being put on him. As if he was only now that he was really realizing what had happened.

"You have to help me. Please. Please help me. You have to help me so that she will forgive me. I can't lose her. I just can't. I love her." Sirius begged and looked pleadingly at his friends one by one. With a look that could break hearts, a little like he's going mad.

Both of them never really said that they loved each other. Everyone knew it somehow without anyone ever saying it. But now that he had said the three words they meant even more.

"That could be difficult." Peter muttered and turned his head away to stop seeing his friends broken like this.

Sirius' response to that was a desperate deep shuffle.

"Yeh. Peter is right. That could be difficult. Not only could it be, it will be difficult. But we will help you. You two belong together." James agreed and put a hand on his desperate friend's shoulder.

"Or? We'll help him?" the boy with glasses asked his other friends and looked at them promptly.

Peter shifted back and forth a little before he nodded and said: " Yes, yes naturally"

Now all eyes turned to Remus. He covered his face with both hands and let out a deep breath. He was friends with both of them. He didn't want to stand between the two fronts and have to choose one side. He remembered the conversation he had with (Y/N) earlier while studying. She had said Sirius would be good for her. And she was definitely good for Sirius. Since the two were together, both were happier, more exuberant. He just wanted his friends to be happie. And if that required him to stand on one side, then he would.

So he dropped his arms in resignation and nodded. "We'll help you. But you have to work really hard. And you have to improve yourself, trust her more, stop flirting with others. She would never tell you but it bothers her more than she admits. If something like this happens again, I'll just let you drown in your grief."

Sirius gave his friends a pained, weak smile, wiped his eyes with a sleeve and uttered a harsh, "thx."

The boys planned until late at night what they would do so that (Y/N) would forgive Sirius or at least talk to him. It was early in the morning before the four of them went to bed.

Silence enveloped the room. Three of the residents were asleep, only Sirius was still awake. With the silence his thoughts came back that (Y/N) would never forgive him and would leave him. And with the thoughts, the tears and the shuffling, came back as well. He closed the curtains and put a silence spell over his bed, as not to disturb his friends and buried his face in his pillow. Sleep was out of the question for him.

* * *

The girls' dormitory had already returned quietly. (Y/N) had cried herself to sleep hours ago after a few cups of tea and supportive words from her best friend.

She was lying next to Lily in her bed, wrapped in her blanket. Lily had refused to leave her alone, she just lay down in bed with her and stroked her arm until they both fell asleep. (Y/N) was grateful for that. She could be happy to have friends like that.

Tonight she had allowed herself to show weakness. Allowed to show how Sirius' behavior had hurt her. But tomorrow, she swore to herself, she would build the walls around herself as high as never before and not let it penetrate how sad and injured she actually was. She would play the strong one. Even if she actually felt infinitely weak. She wouldn't let him see how his behavior affected her.

#marauders era #sirius black #sirius x y/n #young sirius black #young sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius x you #sirius imagine #sirius x reader #harry potter

[waynewifey]

Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fluff imagine #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson fanfiction #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jasonissocutehelp #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #daughter of hades #pls send requests

[cloudy-rainn]

hi could i pls request a matchup for hq and aot? i'm an infj aquarius and i'm a heterosexual female. my love language is physical touch and giving (cooking, surprises, etc.) i'm usually quiet and i'm always the one who is listening in a friend group. i'm 162cm with brown hair shoulder length and hazel eyes. half japanese half australian too! my hobbies are to draw, dance, and sing. i love rainy days.

ahh of course love! hopefully you like it!

i match you up with BOKUTO KOUTAROU!

- i just know when bokuto first laid eyes on you, it was love at first sight. of course he was the one that approached you first. he may or may have not forgot how to formulate sentences and muttered out incoherent words, which to his surprise made you laugh.

- after that first encounter bokuto started hanging around you more, then he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore and confessed to you.

- this man is attached to you. like literally. you can't leave him alone for more than five seconds. even if you don't talk to him, your presence brings him immense joy.

- during a match he will always check to see if you are there. you are like his lucky charm. if you were unable to attend that day he will go emo mode :(

- even though he is a himbo and doesn't really know much, he will attentively listen to you, with the most love-stricken eyes when you talk about philosophical topics.

- he knows you love painting therefore for your birthday he painted a portrait of you. (he didn't even ask akaashi for help)

- he will ABSOLUTELY dance with you in the rain (mans doesn't care if he catches a cold smh)

- he find comfort in your hugs. we all know bokuto tends to have his moods and you're one of the few people that are able to console him quickly. as soon as you wrap your arms around him he immediately forgets what was bothering him and relishes the warmth of your body.

- a lot of study dates. which usually end up with bokuto sleeping and you actually studying. sometimes you have to bribe him with kisses in order to just open the textbook.

- will definitely teach you how to play volleyball. he's your biggest fan.

- will definitely show you off to the rest of his team and kuroo but then gets upset when someone compliments you. please reassure him that you love him and only him.

- expect tremendous amounts of hugs, cuddles and kisses from him. he cannot go a day without them.

- in conclusion, he is a total simp.

i match you up with JEAN KIRSCHTEIN!

- okay hear me out on this one. jean can be an irritating mf but he's only ever affectionate and caring with you.

- you two would definitely be the childhood friends to lovers trope. because for jean, i feel it'll take him a while before he is able to let his walls down and show his true colours.

- you were shit scared when he decided to join the survey corps. you never exactly knew what really was going on the other side of the walls and constantly feared for his safety. he would always reassure you, telling you no titan will be able to separate him from you.

- he always writes back when you send him letters. and it's not any slapdash kind of letter. as you read it you can pick up the different aspects in which shows he spent a lot of thought and time on it.

- this mf is an attention-seeker. i just know he'll deliberately act all lovey-dovey with you in front of the other members just to piss them off.

- connie and sasha LOVE YOU! (and they also wonder what a beautiful and intelligent girl is doing with this horse boy-)

- whenever he comes back from a mission he always makes sure to sit down with you and intensely explain everything that happened. (also you definitely know all the gossip, mf can't shut his mouth).

- even though he is in the survey corps and it takes up most of his time, he'll always find the time to be with you.

- his absolute favourite thing he love that you do is when you sing while slowly running your hand through his hair. your voice makes him feel nostalgic and it brings him comfort.

- after an argument he would be the first one to apologize. it makes his heart feel heavy inside when he knows that you're upset with him. he can't stand to see you in that state.

- yea this man is gonna tease you a lot, be prepared.

#aot #haikyuu #matchups #matchup #aot matchup #haikyuu matchup #anime matchups #jean kirschtein #bokuto #bokuto kourarou #jean aot #bokuto haikyuu

[edanablack]

Obey Me!: Satan/MC (soft fluff, short fic.)

There was nowhere MC really felt safe in Hell, but Satan's room was kinda nice. The books, the silence, the darkness. It made them forget that there was anybody else in the world, except them and, sometimes, Satan. That world was always a bit nicer when he was there.

He said he didn't like MC in here, though, said that they attracted too much trouble for him, probably referring to his ridiculous brothers. They could cause an insane amount of chaos within a matter of seconds, like some kind of room-contained tornado. If they weren't calling Satan out for tricking MC into hanging out with him, they were pulling books off the shelves to disparage them. Not much fun, especially not for Satan, who they just wanted to like them. A-As a friend, of course.

So they could usually only be alone in here, for a few minutes when they were sure he wouldn't notice, just until they could get their senses back. However, today wasn't quite a usual, as they were sitting on the floor near Satan's chair, their head resting on their knees, waiting for him to return. They shouldn't be here, Satan would be so mad, he'd tell Lucifer or just pick MC up and carry them out. But ... they needed some place to hide.

The door opened, and they could hear him hesitate, probably sensing MC. What was it that Satan always noticed when they were in his room? Some demons said scent, and some of them said it was their unique magic. Satan always refused to explain it. Either way, he stayed by the door, not drawing closer to the small reading area where you hid. The distance was soothing. "MC, I'm back. You need a few more minutes?" He asked, obviously uncomfortable. 

Letting out a sigh, they shook their head. Of course Satan didn't want them here, they knew that well enough. He couldn't read with someone else around, much less MC, whose mere existence caused so much drama. But, come on, to make them leave right away? That sucked. "Just a bit more time, Satan, I'm having a rough day," they grumbled, feeling annoyed that he was in such a hurry to get rid of them. Everyone else thought they were awesome, so why couldn't Satan? "You can stay, though, I won't bother you."

That totally wasn't true. They wanted nothing more than to be a bother, to have Satan be irritated by their presence. Bring up some of that supposed wrath, at least make him react to them. "A rough day? Is something upsetting you?" He questioned with a trace of concern, suddenly closer, his hand resting against his chair. Looking up, MC couldn't help but be surprised by how worried he seemed. That wasn't usually a side Satan showed to them, and ... they liked it. 

"Ah, it's ... you know, being a human in Hell! Wasn't ever going to be easy," they explained nervously, having already been told by Lucifer that they wouldn't receive any special treatment. Besides, it wasn't like they were being specifically targeted. Being a human meant they were weaker than the rest, physically, mentally and magically. So some teasing was to be expected, even if it really, really fricking sucked.

Satan put his hand on top of MC's head, gently and reassuringly, as he crouched down to look into their eyes, his own reflecting back with comforting peace. They couldn't hide how touched they were, and all the negativity of the day came back, yielding to Satan's kindness. Tears rushed forth, and for a moment, they thought they might break down. Then, Satan spoke. "I'll kill anyone you want for me, you know that, right?" He assured them with an icy calm. 

Would be nice if he could kill them, MC thought depressingly. With a nervous smile, they tried to do their best to cover up the awkwardness that was surely emanating from every pore. It was nice Satan would offer stuff like that,  but ... once MC got strong enough, they could kill their own enemies. The pat was really all tbey wanted, just knowing he cared enough to worry was awesome. "It's fine. I'm gonna ... I'm gonna get as strong as you," MC stated with a quiet determination, looking down at their feet, gripping their hands into fists. Whatever it took.

There was a moment or two of silence, and they thought maybe Satan was mad. Comparing yourself to a demon, especially one you had made a pact with, was ridiculous. After all, MC's power came from him. For all they knew, Satan didn't want a human to be as strong as him. The longer the quietness went on, the worse they started to feel, and the more they wanted to run out of here and hide some place where Satan could never find them. 

Then, they felt his hand move away, and for a second they thought he might yell at them. It was deserved, sort of. But there was a soft rustling, and when MC glanced back up, ready to see Satan glaring down at you with that familiar look, they saw he was holding a book out instead, a very relaxed expression on his face. "You can punch and kick and scream - which is actually pretty fun, may I add - but you'll find most people can be defeated by simple logic," he asserted, seemingly happy to be able to offer this to them. 

A book? But they still couldn't understand most demon scripts. Nevertheless, they took it from Satan, not wanting to turn down any gift he gave them. It was heavy, and the front of the book was glossy, not like the typical books in this library. When they looked at the front, it all seemed to be in a foreign language, one they only had a passing knowledge of. "It's a human book! I asked Diavolo if we could find something for you to read, though he suggested you might not enjoy reading..." he explained with a slight nervous blush on his face. 

They always liked reading back at home, but ... this would be strange. They couldn't exactly read this, but there certainly wasn't a better time to learn a new language. And Satan had put aside his attitude to find it for them, so of course MC wanted to read it! "I love reading! But ... I don't exactly have a quiet place to read, is it okay if I bother you in here sometimes?" They wondered, maybe just a little bit interested in spending more time with Satan. It was a nice room, and sitting next to him, the two of them wrapped up in the same, glorious peace, it'd be so wonderful.

He definitely picked up on their other interest, though, and a sly smirk came over Satan's thin lips, like he might just tease them. Please don't, MC had a terrible day. "If you really want. I don't talk much when I read, and if my brothers show up to bother us, I'll have to lock the door, keep the annoying people out," he told them, sounding like he honestly didn't mind the idea. And, to be truthful, neither did MC, giving Satan a soft smile in response.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me fic #obey me satan and mc #obey me satan fic #i have too much time on my hands #halpu #my mc is a big burly guy so this scene is even cuter in my head