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Saudade (Yandere!Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Reader)

A/n: it has been 500 years since I turned off my brain and wrote something out of pure passion lmao dimitri my beloved <333

Unreliable Synopsis: Circumstances won't allow you to be around the crown prince of Faerghus' side, and it wasn't as if you want to be near him either after allying with House Gloucester. Besides, if there was one person you want from your past back, who else would it be other than your old womanizer best friend? (Cw: yandere themes, violence, war)

commissioned by: @poptartsthings (holy sht thank you for making my first commission to be dimitri fic aaAAHHHHH--)

“You should just send them your letter– say that you’re sorry.”

"Uhuh, but what if he doesn't remember me anymore, Raph?"

"Well," Raphael placed both his hands behind his head, lolling back as he reeled a fish in. "There’s just no way. Based on your stories, I think he’s in love with you, (Y/n). You can't just ignore him forever, ya know?"

You raised an eyebrow, "yes, I can. It's not like there are tons of situations where I need to interact with the crown prince."

"Okay, true... But maaaaaybe you can try eating lunch with him!" Raphael brushed against your shoulder "There's nothing that can get people to open up like a good meal together. Maybe you can steal a seat– oh, and sneak in his favorites on his plate too."

You chuckled softly, "I think that method only works on you, Raph."

"Nonsense!" He said, shaking his head earnestly. "It also works on my baby sister!"

You snorted.

Your housemates are endearing. Truthfully, you never would have expected that it's comfortable in the Golden Deer. Your heart desired to become a Blue Lions graduate like your parents, but familial circumstances or lack-there-of forbade any opportunity. Had life been easier on you, your dorm wall would've sported your family’s blue flag.

And not Gloucester’s.

Since your parents perished in what is now known as the “Tragedy of Duscur”, Count Gloucester assumed responsibility of being your legal guardian. Your parents had always thought of Lorenz’s father as a close ally. Plus, this arrangement was better than living up the frigid north with estranged minor noble relatives who gave you an even more colder shoulder.

However, thread any less carefully around the Alliance, and you might find yourself under his conservatorship forever. You just have to thank the Blue Sea Star that you didn’t bore a crest lest you’d be engaged to Lorenz. Uncle Erwin is a wonderful father to him and he doesn’t treat you with malice either— but of course, he keeps an eye open to morally gray opportunities to exploit your title.

And that includes listing your name amongst the Golden Deers.

At first, you were hesitant in showing that you're an “outlier” in class, but it seems you fit the mold quite easily. Too easily. Not because you had been accustomed to their social norms, it is more like the fawns are oddballs themselves. The youngest was an enchantment waiting to explode, your largest was a total muscle-head, the house leader has a screw loose when it comes to strategic retreat and poisoning, and the rest are just as eccentric.

No one cares if you told them you have an affinity for theater here, and spoilers: they really did not give a damn. Except for maybe when Ignatz genuinely went "oh, that sounds wonderful, (Y/n)!" before the conversation digressed about Leonie's mismatched socks she bought on the market.

Oh, but Raphael and Claude did care when they found out that you might've had a long but faded friendship with at least four of the Blue Lions. Compared to Claude, you trust that Raphael comes from a good place whenever he brings them up. Since he and Ignatz were childhood friends who slowly grew apart, he has your best intentions whenever he suggests something that could reignite your relationship with either Sylvain, Felix, Ingrid, or Prince Dimitri.

Claude, on the other hand…

The house leader first emerged as a shadow, then he sat down and squeezed between you and Raphael, with his arm encircled around your waist. Claude's apparent lack of etiquette went unmentioned by either of you (you suspect Claude is part-Almyran), but you do intend to ignore him later like your "foster brother" does.

"Trading secrets about Prince Dimitri, are we? Won't ya invite poor me along in your little secret meeting?”

You sighed tiredly, "Claude–"

"I was just kidding. No need to give me that face," Claude raised his arms defensively. “My lips are sealed— I never heard a single word between you two, promise.”

The deers were a little leery of your prior association with the crown prince of Faerghus. Claude, who frequently pries into everyone's private affairs, persistently diverted your focus to the Lions. In fact, he once burned your favorite book to forcibly draw your attention to the library so that you'll share the same room with Dimitri. Talk about extremes, really.

But you did notice that there's something off about Claude this time.

“So what brings you here? There’s no way you’ve come here to fish.”

“Yeah, no…” He cringed. “I’d rather do the eating part.”

“Haha, you get it, Claude!” Raphael said before the two men shared a crisp high-five.

Ah, these fawns…

You sighed, “can we skip to the part where you explain why you’re sitting beside me right now?”

“Sure. Leonie wanted me to tell you that Lysithea told her that Lorenz was told by Prof—”

“Do you not know the meaning of “skip”, Riegan?”

“Nah, course I do,” Claude smirked. “It’s just fun to tease people who live in House Gloucester.”

“Sothis, have mercy.”

“As I was saying, Lorenz was told by Professor Byleth to tell you that Sylvain is now part of the Golden Deer.”

“…”

“… What?”

There was no dramatic gasp. Nothing sensational or derogatory comment was elicited from impetuous lips. You simply blinked and said the words "what? as if it were a simple joke. Claude needn’t explain that those were facts. Based on how he approached with worry written on his face that he failed to hide from you, he wasn't jesting.

You're reluctant to speak with Sylvain. You last spoke to him in earnest four years ago. Don't get it twisted, you do want to get back in touch with that philanderer's good graces, but where would you even start?

Dear Sylvain, I’m sorry for ignoring your letters? Dear Sylvain, I’ll reimburse you for all the theater tickets you gifted before without my consent? Dear Sylvain, I’m a garbage best friend?

… Knowing him, he’d likely frame that letter with careful preservation while the ink from his heaps of love letters faded inside his shelf collection. If you were to send similar letters to the other two, Felix would train to become a mortal savant and burn the letter out of spite, and Ingrid would have simply torn them up.

“WOAH!!!”

Raphael's chest caught your attention for a brief moment, and you quickly avoided him, concerned that those wooden buttons will suddenly protrude into your eyes. Your housemate captured the fish without even feeling his buttons tear apart from his outfit.

Goddess Messenger.

That’s quite an expensive catch right there.

But it felt like an omen for something.

“… I’m heading back to my dorm room.”

“Want us to go with you?” Raphael offered, but he reeked of fish.

“No, I’ll head there alone.”

Claude tilted his head, “Sylvain is probably there, you know.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I’m tired.”

“I just can’t run away from the lions anymore.”

You should’ve taken your words literally.

Instead, the phrase "I need to get over this, fast" resonated in your thoughts, and you bolted as soon as the impulse to settle everything fueled your anxiety. You should have cared if someone got in your way, but you didn't.

“Ngh—” you flinched, bumping into someone’s back. “Whoops— sorry about that—”

You froze as you looked up.

Great. Just your luck.

“… What is there to be forgiven, (Y/n)?”

And of course, he called you by your first name. Your arguments against Raphael were demonstrably false. A futile hoax. Why even try to imagine that he might have forgotten about you?

Dimitri smiled softly, his eyes crinkling in delight. You gulped shakily.

After all, how can the crown prince ever forget his first love?

Now that you took a good look, his hair was much shorter than how it used to be and he grew positively taller. It’s a haircut you took a while to get used to, especially since you recalled how his hair used to hover near his shoulder. Not that you didn’t know about any of this information already. It’s just that you had to reassess those facts after seeing him up close. Perhaps a bit too close for comfort.

If only your last memories with him were as pleasant as his face.

He wanted you as his consort, but you had nothing to offer him. No land, no worthy title befitting for a king’s spouse, and no true inheritance in your arsenal at age 15. But when one has less to lose, they become more introspective. While clinging to Sothis' statue and pleading for life, they gain wisdom. Unlike the prince, you were not naive to what could befall the kingdom if you were to marry him. Instead, you sought asylum by knocking on Uncle Erwin’s door with the few loyal servants to House (L/n) left, and he accepted your offer after days of consideration.

His name will be tarnished as a young traumatized prince who copes by spoiling a love unrequited. But most of all? The loss of his friends and family would’ve developed his separation anxiety towards you more if you stayed.

The prince was something of a doormat teenager. He begged and nearly cried when you had accidentally slipped out that you’ll be allying with House Gloucester– but stopped his outburst the moment you chewed him out with hurtful phrases. Dimitri clung onto you like an affectionate pup and if his childhood self could latch on for the rest of his life, he would in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was the side-effect of being his first friend. He had always been a genuinely kind person, but he was always so caught up in whatever happened in the past.

Was it rational or heartless to leave him and the rest of your companions behind? Likely both, if you were to ask El.

That doesn't mean you don't occasionally catch a glimpse of him at the officer's academy. It's hilarious how, after Dedue performed his duties as a vassal, Dimitri now had to cope with a situation that was identical to yours. A "protector" so dependent… it was as though you were watching the prince try on your shoes. Your “you don’t have to shield me every time we go to the training grounds” line became His Highness’ catchphrase towards his retainer. And you’re not sure what to feel about that.

Was it comedy or plain karma? Likely both, if you were to ask Claude.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” you bowed. There would’ve been more eyes on you inside the cafeteria if you hadn’t. Gossips of lese-majeste would’ve stirred even Lindhart awake. “Do you require something from me?”

Formal.

Too formal for him, but not formal enough for you.

Dimitri's brows wrinkled, and you briefly saw his lip tremble. His hands were behind his back, and one of them was discreetly and firmly gripping his wrist. That man had a pained, speechless expression on his face, and you don't hold him responsible when words fall short.

But when words do fail, you wished he could just stop talking whenever he feels overwhelmed.

“I…”

I miss you. So much.

You didn’t need to hear it to know what he wanted to say.

Princess Edelgard was right, Dimitri is wholly predictable.

He cleared his throat, ears turning red.

“It had been so long since we had last spoken, has it not?”

“It has.”

“Around 4 years, so I'd say.”

“Hmm. So it has,” you doubt he noticed how your words were curt and redundant, since he's too busy trying not to melt. “So it has.”

“Are you enjoying the Golden Deer house, s-so far?” Dimitri manufactured a smile. “I’ve heard you and Lorenz made for a wonderful tag team at the last House Tournament.”

Bullshit.

He didn’t just “hear” about it.

You saw him cheer for you giddily in that tournament.

There is nothing he can conceal from you. If he were as cunning as Claude, it might take you some time to discover who was responsible for leaving sloppy, "anonymous" love letters inside your dorm. There were also petals tucked inside. Pink camellias, a sign of longing.

“It’s a feat not worthy of your praise, your Highness.”

Seriously, you don’t want to hear him flatter you anymore.

“Simply untrue,” he shook his head earnestly. “I’ve also heard that—… Y… You are fond of Raphael. As a friend— of course. It’s relieving to know that you have many companions from different walks of life— which is to say, I approve of whoever you talk to, but—”

You’re not deaf. You noticed how much his words were about your relations with others. There’s no other interpretation to this other than jealousy.

Still, his face was red. He must be too caught up in the joy of talking to you that he didn’t care for how envious his words sounded. You laughed curtly. You want to remind him the reason why you left, but you can’t explain a thing despite desperately wanting to, just like him.

Dimitri wants you back, so much so that he's stuttering in every sentence.

But you didn’t reply to his ramblings. Save for the cafeteria hall’s chatter, it was silent. You’ve long accepted in your heart that your family is dead and you ought to coast forward.

And there’s no future where you will cut through a path beside Dimitri.

Besides, House (L/n) had histories of trading tactics with Leicester, and you cannot discount how people refer to your blood as sheeple with its loyalty. It’s a double-edged sword, one you’d utilize well if you close your eyes right now and ignored the heartbreak and yearning in his eyes.

And so, you closed your eyes.

“My apologies, I’m in a hurry so I’m afraid I have to get going. Farewell, Your Highness.”

Dimitri's eyes widened, trying to reach for your arm.

“(Y/n), please wait–”

But you were already gone.

“Hey there, (N/n)!”

It was only when you heard a familiar voice did you open your eyes again.

An attractive and familiar young man lazily leaned on one hand on your door, completely blocking your dorm room. “Are you gonna talk to me now, or are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the school year?”

He’s here.

You steeled yourself.

“Gautier…” You exhaled.

“Oof, “Gautier”, they said,” he frowned. “Not a single “I miss you, Sylvain”? No “gosh, sorry I didn’t talk to you for so long, I was just too shy to admit that I was wrong!”?”

You chuckled nervously.

“Perceptive as ever, I see.” But you weren’t wrong. Becoming a Golden Deer was the right path for you.

“Not perceptive, but hopeful really,” Sylvain shrugged. “Based on that reply, I’m glad my wishful thinking was spot on. You do miss me.”

“I do, but I now just realized I’m not prepared for this conversation,” you said, surprised by your upfront and composed anxiety. That talk with Dimitri seriously drained all the energy you garnered earlier. “Can we do this later?”

“No can do. I shall allow you passage if thee speaks from the heart,” he teased with his signature ladykiller grin. “Go on, say it~”

You sighed, burlesquely exasperated.

The two of you adore theater, so talks like these were commonplace. He’d mask his flaws when confessing sins in this manner, but you prefer to hear his real justifications. In any case, this is just another conquest for him to gad off and hunt some girls in another house— and your new professor is undoubtedly a sight to behold.

“Oh, Sylvain, mine dear friend, thou art missed for nearly half a decade, but mine fear did not condone myself to reach out.”

Like two birds of a feather, you also similarly mask your sentimentality.

Funny how you can easily say you miss Sylvain, but not Dimitri.

Sylvain smiled. Genuinely, this time.

“Good.”

The resolution was surprisingly fast. You were willing to bet you both anticipated a serious confrontation– a meeting that feels like a long-awaited class reunion after a war or so. But no.

The two of you are still flawed yet perceptive idiots after 4 years of not talking.

You both laughed in unison.

What were you worrying about anyway? You knew that at this point if Sylvain was angry at you for leaving, he should have grown tired of that emotion.

His primary grudge had always been the crest system, not you.

You should've had this talk earlier, he's the only one in the Blue Lions you were sure won't blame a crestless noble like you for those circumstances.

“Now move, Gautier.”

He stepped aside smugly.

…

You opened your mouth in surprised indignation.

“Why does my room look clean?”

“I had Mercedes help me clean it up the moment I took a look inside. Seriously, I can’t believe you managed to live in a complete pigsty—”

“It’s like you want to sour our reestablished friendship in under 5 minutes, Sylvie.”

“...”

“What? Too old to be called Sylvie nowadays?”

“No, keep calling me that,”

Sylvain never stopped smiling.

“Oh, and by the way? I miss you too, (N/n).”

“… There you are.”

As soon as Sylvain left the hall to your dorm, he was greeted by the sight of the crown prince lingering in front of the stairways. Unlike Sylvain, he was not leaning on anything while waiting. The prince stood straight, dignified.

Then again, Sylvain knew his royal motivations lie in jealousy— and that’s far from “dignified.”

Sylvain can tell from his stiff stance that Claude was particularly touchy-feely earlier, which was exactly why he requested Lorenz to relay the message instead rather than the house leader. His Highness must’ve seen how close you sat beside Raphael and then Claude. The Golden Deer's leader knew Dimitri was obsessed with you— he probably intended to provoke him for the upcoming Battle of Eagle and Lion. It didn't help that Dimitri had his eyes on you, always. If not him, then Dedue.

Not that Claude's scheme will work. Dimitri was satisfied just to see you smile, even when it pains him to acknowledge that it wasn’t for him or because of him.

Sylvain is an exception to that rule.

Dimitri had a cold glint in his azure eyes, but his gaze all but glared at Sylvain. He had a smidgen of control, for now. But it’s not long until what Sylvain had prophesied about the crown prince quipping a remark or two about staying away from you will occur.

“Waiting for me to explain my random decision, I’m guessing?”

“Oh, I simply liked standing here but sure, Sylvain! I’d dearly love to know the rational thought behind switching houses out of the blue. It is not as if Felix and Ingrid were worried about you,” Dimitri generously gave his princely smile.

Sometimes, Sylvain forgets it was physically possible for someone so austere with himself like Dimitri to say something laced with malicious sarcasm. But Sylvain knew Dimitri stood there because he was still worried about his friend, even when he pretends to be unbothered.

Like bread and butter, Dimitri and forced positivism complement each other disastrously well. The Blue Lions often caught him murmuring things like "I'm delighted (Y/n) is making new friends" or "I hope Claude continues to treat them well" despite having a glum expression on his face, obviously bottling up his envy. Felix finds it as easy as breathing to call him out on this behavior: "Why bother stalking them when you can't handle the envy you feel when they hugged Lorenz or held hands with Marianne? ”

His Highness never answered that question. He thinks had kept his feral thoughts at bay most of the time and will continue to do so.

Still… Raphael, Claude, and then Sylvain… Dimitri can’t catch a break.

Why do all these men keep approaching you?

Will you never recognize the perpetual anguish that befall him the moment you didn't reach for his hand and took Count Gloucester's that day? Have you no sympathy for the man that promised your protection— for the boy you trained and sneaked out when you thought the king wasn't looking? Whenever he wakes up the following morning without you, do you not experience the same emptiness and loneliness that he does?

Was it because he is a "troubled prince" nowadays?

Was it because he couldn't taste anything anymore?

Why did you eat saghert and cream with Ignatz instead of him at the cafeteria?

Why did these men have to ruin the one taste he can recall?

He lies awake every night to the sound of phantom screams from fallen soldiers, friends, and family against his hand-covered ears.

But you were his solace. His “God/dess”.

And just like with the Goddess Sothis, he lacked the means to grasp your hand...

If only his cold hands could wring those men's necks as well...

“... Do you really want to know, Your Highness?”

It took Dimitri a while before he snapped out of his trance. His voice dipped low, his breathing uneasy, and his eyes lacked focus.

Sylvain looked at him with pity Dimitri wished you spared him instead.

“Yes,” he exhaled. “It shall help our friends put their minds at ease.”

“Well, well, you're sure it's not because you'll miss me?”

“Sylvain.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you,” Sylvain dreamily gazed up at the sky and boldly proclaimed:

“The new professor was hot.”

“Sylvain!—”

“Calm down, Your Highness! That was just a joke.”

Unlikely.

“I joined because (Y/n) is there.”

Dimitri froze.

The meaning behind those words could either be tolerable or impermissible enough to make the prince push Sylvain to the training grounds without remorse.

Sylvain’s not going to try and suddenly woo you now, will he?

You did grow more gorgeous after four years after all…

But Sylvain can't have you— Dimitri might just lose it. Out of everyone on campus, he refuses to let an adamant skirt-chaser take you.

“… Elaborate.”

“Elaborate? What’s there to elaborate?” Sylvain crossed his arms behind his back, now back to his laissez-faire attitude in life. He cackled to himself, absolutely unrepentant. “Is it bad that I want to reunite with an old friend? You know, before they were your friend, they were mine. Don’t forget that we’re both older than you, Dimitri.”

Multiple considerations led to why Sylvain chose to frolic with the deers rather than squander the school year at the lion’s den. One of these includes avoiding Ingrid’s nagging— he can’t be bothered having a pegasus pecking around while he galavants with (unfortunate) women.

But most of it boiled down to reunite with the one platonic relationship he missed.

Sylvain became Dimitri’s ally through you. Had you not approached Sylvain and Dimitri during one of King Lambert’s birthday celebrations, they wouldn’t have initiated a friendship through a children’s version of a bergamot tea party away from drunken nobility. More opportunities to befriend the prince would’ve likely presented themselves through Ingrid and Felix, but that memory of tiny cups and tea-stained shoes was special because it had you.

Because you were smart and kind enough to drag Sylvain out of his older brother’s schemes of public humiliation under the guise of being “invited” to an audience with royalty.

You were more of a sibling than Miklan ever was.

“By two years,” Dimitri stressed. “You’re only older than me by two years.”

“Your point? Doesn’t change the fact that compared to most students this year, we’re one of the older ones.”

He bit his bottom lip.

Age was one of Dimitri’s insecurities. It cannot be helped— if he were only older, people would’ve listened to his testimony for the people of Duscur more seriously— if he were only older, he would’ve had control over his uncle—

Dimitri’s knuckles grew white underneath his gloves.

If he were only older, then maybe you would’ve stayed by his side.

“What a lark. Are you attempting to compete on who had a better relationship with (Y/n)?”

“No, Your Highness, YOU are.”

Dimitri’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realized that those pointed words he spoke aimed towards himself like a misthrown javelin.

"Let’s be honest, Your Highness. I’m saying this as a friend, but you could be a bit tone-deaf and insufferable around them,” Sylvain deadpanned. “You had some serious attachment issues and you never listen when they tell you to stop with all those creepy comments about protecting them forever.”

“Is… Is that so?”

Dimitri muttered to himself while looking at his shoes, sounding almost broken. He had doubts, but Sylvain’s words practically cemented that you’d be unwilling to spend time with him again.

“Besides, if this were a competition, you lost the moment I waited at their dorm.”

The prince’s head snapped back up like a confused puppy.

“Why is that?”

What a horrible thing to ask.

“Because (Y/n) just told me that they missed me,” Sylvain smirked.

“And if you were there, you could’ve heard them call me Sylvie too, just like the good old days.”

Since that talk with Sylvain, Dimitri wanted to make you as lonely as him.

Oh, how he badly wanted to whisk you away from that house– oh just how much he wished he could force you to wear his cape– to wear the color of the lions.

But none of that matters now.

You look prettier when doused in splattered red.

The soil sipped the blood that drained from Ignatz's head. It reminded you of the time you asked the painter if he could use blood as a dye. If he were to watch this scene, he would've waxed poetic about how he will be simply returning his life to the earth, but the beauty of death is lost on you. The gravity of war weighed far more than the theatrics of what-he-would've-spoken.

It’s been five years since the war started.

You had lost your voice two years ago the moment Dimitri kidnapped you on your expedition to Garreg Mach— you’ve mistaken him for a bandit and in a blind rage, he dealt a massive blow to your neck. Dimitri didn’t mind that you had lost your ability to speak he seemed to relish that you’re similarly deformed. He romanticized both your disabilities often. A “God/dess” who couldn’t speak and a “boar” who couldn’t quite see. What a royal pair indeed…

You can’t say your prayers now, but you hoped thinking about praying for Ignatz was enough…

Ignatz should've turned 22 this year. Based on the way he last behaved, he didn't seem prepared for this war and had been misplaced by Professor Byleth.

You’ll never be able to eat saghert and cream with him again.

You can't remember what tactic you used in this battle. Was it Felix who was assigned to stick ten feet away from you who had slain Ignatz? Or was it Ingrid who rode her pegasus to stab the sniper in a suicidal fashion?

This entire battle is a blur. You can no longer stand straight and aim your sword reluctantly toward anyone.

Why can't everything go back to how it was before? Why can't you just fish at the Great Bridge of Myrddin with Uncle Erwin again?

You wobbled down the grass as a wyvern obstructed your view with its proud albino scales cruising the sky. Claude sits atop, his face stony through a nearly unrecognizable expression of placid anger. His emerald eyes inevitably met yours.

You didn't stand with your sword supporting you, and he didn't draw his bow either. Instead, before leaving to find the bright red target everyone called an "Emperor", Claude mouthed words that only you two could understand. You uttered nothing in response. Even if Claude were to succeed, his scheme would be futile.

Sylvain can’t save you from Dimitri.

Like a fairytale, it begins and ends with the crown prince. It always had.

But if Dimitri was the protagonist of this story, then pray tell, what does that make you?

A damsel in distress?

The king's court jester?

All you ever wanted was for House (L/n) to survive, to preserve your family name and dwindling territory against House Charon. You desired the opportunity to emulate your father. A fearless front-liner and a skilled tactician.

However, you have not taken any real action to end this war. You moved like a weak infantry, unable to maintain balance on one leg or call out for upcoming danger.

You just can’t run away from the lions anymore.

"Get up."

You couldn't move, mortified.

His Highness is back.

"I said GET UP!!!"

His iron-like hands yanked your hair up, and you felt some of it weeded out by his sheer brute force. You wept immediately but held back tears. Despite your commitment to keeping your composure, he had torn away what little hold you had left on what you call "stability." Your knees shook as his tall figure began to drag you away. Each step felt more jagged than the last. Your heart beat erratically as you worried about toppling down– and when you inevitably did, he was there to pick you up.

For Dimitri, this situation was advantageous. Most Golden Deers are here, which meant he had opportunities to route them all. He had already stabbed Ignatz, incessantly. Each draw of his lance— each crack of the artist’s glasses and bones— rejuvenated whatever youth war had stolen from him. The future king of lions couldn’t stop grinning maniacally as his eyes lay upon a deer’s corpse. It was as if his sense of taste was coming back. All of his soldiers and classmates were too terrified to stop his senseless slaughter. If Gustave did not scold him about the oncoming army, he would’ve continued damaging the corpse senselessly.

But it’s only a matter of time until he shoots for the leader of the herd as well.

He still hasn’t forgiven him for using his beloved against him back at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge. Once they’re out of the picture, then it’s only Edelgard left who he had to worry about— but until then, he’ll have to take the deers’ lives for stealing his beloved away.

Shame that Lorenz had yet to be found.

"Tch. Fool."

He cradled you like a bride but gripped your jaw like a hostage. Dimitri's current appearance is much too different from what he used to be. Sweat and blood had greased up his unruly hair, and the blue cloak that was slung over his shoulders was much dirtier.

"I command you to eat."

It was almost sweet. Almost kind when his voice softened for just a millisecond. Almost touching how his one eye gazed upon your sunken features with disdain.

But your appreciation for it all vanished the moment he robbed something from Ignatz's corpse.

"Eat."

He shoved onto you Ignatz's last bloody loaf of bread. It was hard, yet soaked.

Your throat couldn't express how terrified you were upon holding it.

"Gone deaf as well, have we?"

He pushed the bread closer to your chest, effectively crushing it against you. Dimitri breathed against your ear.

"I SAID: EAT.”

Your tears and Ignatz's blood salted your food.

The bread tasted just like the ones Raphael's family had in their inn.

Ignatz… He probably got this from Raphael… Which means he's in Gronder as well…

You sobbed as you took a feeble bite.

Please… Please be safe, Raphael.

Dimitri saw your struggle. He saw your continued concern for those who were after his life and yours. Why do you spare sympathy for the bodies that got in the way between you and him? They did not warrant those tears. The weak must fall— even he too will join them someday.

And so, Dimitri closed his eye.

You’ve gone fragile in his arms, and that was not spoken in a romantic sense. He had fractured your right leg enough to make you use your sword as a cane, yet he insists on dragging you in combat. Time and time again, he forces you to witness what he is capable of and more till you’re unable to write complaints.

Dimitri wanted to reassure you that you’re on the right side of history.

That you can cut a path beside him— you just weren’t trying hard enough before.

And it was a challenge the prince can’t easily scale. You never showed your appreciation for longer than a minute. When he learned how to dance begrudgingly with El after she had poisoned him with thoughts that he could use her teachings someday to dance with you— you dared to ask Sylvain out during the White Heron Cup. When he tried to give you a more fancy dagger as well during El’s parting, you admired Sylvain’s coincidental parcel of theater tickets and tea leaves instead.

Sylvain, Sylvain, Sylvain—

It was always Sylvain.

His entire body shook from laughter. You shriveled in fear as his voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The beast put you down underneath a tree's shade that he deemed as safe.

… and kissed your forehead.

“I can see him approaching us.”

Dimitri cooed mockingly.

“Shall I decapitate and mount that filthy rat's head on a silver plate?”

You didn’t need to hear him utter his name to know he was referring to Sylvain. It was tempting to challenge him on how he could say such a thing about someone who had once been a friend, but that inquiry wouldn't help. Dimitri cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his rough and heavy hands. You flinch so easily nowadays.

How adorable.

Five years ago, you won't move a muscle whenever he kissed your forehead good night.

Five years ago, he worried about accidentally waking you up and exposing himself for breaking into your dorm so often just to drop his unhinged love letters.

Five years ago, watching you rest allowed moments of respite.

However, it didn’t invigorate him as much as your tears did now.

“Fret not, my fellow monster, I shall fetch it for you,”

He tightened his grip on his areadbhar, scanning the right field. The lance's crest stone glowed, and there was no looking back after that.

You’re here now, and he will NEVER let you leave. He won’t have a repeat of what had occurred when Count Gloucester was present around nine years ago or so. He’ll protect you this time, and it no longer mattered to him if he were a corpse or a monster in your eyes. It mattered not that he no longer slept. He intends to keep you alive and by his side, just like what he had promised in his childhood.

You can't even begin to imagine how much being away from you ruined him.

He had reached the point where he will kill everyone that tried to touch you, and he won’t have someone else do it, too.

Was this love or obsession? Likely both, if you were to ask Lady Rhea.

But what does Rhea know about Dimitri’s mental state anyways? She’s been missing for years now, she might as well be dead to you.

Without thinking, you grabbed his cloak. He patted your head but his eyes were locked on the cavalry unit from afar, and the dark and sinister smirk on his face solidified your fears.

Sylvain approached faster, and you did your best not to cry.

If he dares to fight Dimitri in the state he is now, then he might as well be a dead man walking too.

You wished you didn’t have to join the Golden Deer house— you wished Sylvain didn’t follow suit— and you wish you didn’t leave Sylvain behind. You did not doubt that if it hadn’t been for you, Dimitri would have concentrated only on Edelgard and joined forces with Claude to eliminate her. It would have given this historical period a more coordinated scheme. History won’t have to remember you as the catalyst that made things worse.

"(N/n)!"

You heard Sylvain yell from behind Dimitri, which only made your heart ache more.

It's been years since you last heard his voice again.

Dimitri took your warm hands and brushed his cheek against it, no matter how obvious it was that your eyes yearned for someone else’s touch.

He looked at you with such a soft gaze that you nearly forgot the monster he had become.

“Once we hang his head on our bedroom wall, you have no right to complain about missing “Sylvie” ever again, my beloved.”

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #dimitri x reader #yandere dimitri #yandere dimitri x reader #yandere fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fe dimitri #fe dimitri x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem 3 houses #yandere dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #yandere fire emblem: three houses #ansy-writes #ansy-comms #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/11: Haunted

Pairing(s): Cherik (one-sided), Charles/Moira (implied)

Word Count: 686

Additional tags: modern AU, ghost!erik, cockblock!erik, jealous!erik, pining, angst, and they were roommates

Side note: finally something other than straight fluff, lmao. I swear I originally intended this to be slightly more comedic than angsty. But Erik said “No, I must pine,” and who am I to deny him? Also, the Cherik might not be completely one-sided, but Charles is a bit too angry and frustrated to deal with any other feelings, in this little fic at least.

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“You didn’t have to do that.”

Charles, soaked through to the bone, glared at the apparition sitting at his table. The being didn’t look at him. Rather, they kept their focus on the kitchen sink currently gushing water out into the apartment floor. Gradually, the flow stopped.

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik said. His ghostly voice was aloof, as if he couldn’t care less about Moira’s ruined outfit, or the money Charles would likely have to spend on repairs. He still wouldn’t meet Charles’ gaze, however.

“And you feel as if you have a say in the matter because…?”

The spirit didn’t answer. Charles wasn’t surprised. Just this once, he thought that bringing a date home might have gone alright. That they could have a nice meal, a fun evening, maybe even a nice second romp in the morning, before parting ways.

He should have known better.

“Look, Erik,” Charles let out a sigh, sitting down across from the figure that had once been a living man. He did his best to ignore the wet squelch of his pants and boxers as he sat. His next stop should definitely be his bedroom though, preferably before he started to chafe. “I already promised that I wouldn’t have you exorcised, or force you out. I said it, I meant it, and I don’t go back on my word. But-” the other man finally looked at him, and Charles again found himself wondering what color his eyes had been, when he was alive. “-but we’re roommates, essentially. Nothing more. I’ve got a life that needs living.” At Erik’s scowl, he added a quick, “no offense intended, of course.”

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik repeated, a bit softer this time. Charles rolled his eyes. He’d begun shivering slightly, the cold Autumn air bleeding through the thin walls of his (their) apartment. He made a mental note to text Moira and make sure that she, similarly soaked as he, was safe and warm at home. For now, though, he rose up.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, voice flat. “Just as soon as I grab a few towels to…” he trailed off, watching the water recede, pool together, and evaporate in record time. Even the broken sink seemed to repair itself before his eyes. In any other circumstance, this would have been a shocking thing to witness. But after a year of living with a being such as Erik, almost nothing surprised him these days.

“Your clothes,” the ghost said, more apologetic than Charles expected.

“Never mind them. I’ll throw them in the wash.” He waved his hand dismissively, considering their conversation finished. “Good night, Erik.” An ironic sentiment, considering his evening after coming home had been anything but. He retreated to his bedroom, wet socks leaving a trail of footprints behind him, before closing the door, hard, behind him. A full stop on the end of an unspoken sentence. After a moment, the footprints evaporated too.

“Good night, Charles,” Erik said to the empty apartment kitchen. Now, alone again, it was his turn to sigh. To tuck his head into ghostly hands and wish, not for the first time nor the last, that the space in his chest where a heart may have resided didn’t clench so painfully any time he thought of himself without Charles. It wasn’t fair. He knew that. But at the same time…

He stood, in as much as an incorporeal being can, and made his way over to the closed door. Charles was showering. He could always tell where Charles was in this place, though he made sure never to peep or spy. And even now, while he could easily phase right through the wooden door, he only pressed a hand against it. Feeling the warm spirit radiating from the other man inside.

“Good night, Charles,” he said again, whispering as if he thought the other man might have heard him through the bedroom door and the en-suite. Other words burned in his stomach, but he knew there was really nothing more to say. Nothing that Charles would want to hear, at least.

#october drabbles #cherik #ghost au #the sheer angst and pining of a ghost falling in love with a living human #ghost Erik is an absolute menace #and jealous as fuck #lol #she doesn’t actually appear here #but poor Moira #her dress was ruined

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willywormsworld · 2 years

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some of my autistic Billy HCs. also his mustache is ugly and I didn't feel like drawing it LMAO.

also one of them is like modern au but you can excuse that for now lol. just ignore it lol. that one was major protecting. (also Neil is a bitch and hates when billy uses his AAC app cus he finds the voice annoying, it takes time to answer, and billy isn't a baby who can't speak, in his words)

also I'd like to think that part if the reason why billy is so hostile is because hes always misunderstood people and either gets upset from the misunderstanding, or has anger as his default so he doesn't get hurt.

and yes him being half nekked all the time is apart of this too, cus sometimes wearing shirts (or even clothes) is just yuck! but he can't go running around naked so he's only a quarter nudist.

he also loved cali cus he got to run around on the beach barefoot cus he hates wearing shoes for long periods of time and Hawkins is too cold for him to even go without socks. in short he hates clothes, he would be a nudist if he could. he definitely was one of those babies who were naked 24/7.

#autistic billy hargrove #billy hargrove #antis dni #autistic! billy #im projecting on him so hard lmao

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kxllingangels · 1 year

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Babydoll- H.S.

A/N- Hi! Here's part 2. Full disclosure, I didn't intend to write multiple parts to this story but then I got too invested to stop, lmao. So I wrote two more "chapters" as well as made a little fanfic cover.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I stared blankly at the box. Reading and re-reading the messy cursive on its smooth face. I knew that writing like the back of my hand. It was on countless greeting cards in the back of my closet. It was on the apartment lease. It was on the note on my nightstand, reminding me how pathetic I was.

Harry.

"Rory," Maren's voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced up at the girl, noticing that she was a few steps away from me now. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes moving from the box to me and then back again. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I wanted to tell her that I wished it was that. Seeing an actual ghost would've terrified me way fucking less than holding a fragmented piece of my past. But I couldn't.

I swallowed hard, nodding my head and uttering out, "I'm fine."

I knew my unsteady voice was a dead giveaway that I was in fact, not fine, but I couldn't bring myself to add something more convincing. My eyes just kept scanning the handwritten note.

'You're still my muse.'

Maren peered over my shoulder now, looking down at the looping handwriting. "You're someone's muse and you're reacting like that?" She asked incredulously. "It's like something out of a romance movie, you should be thrilled!"

"It's not exactly a romance movie moment for me, Mare." I muttered.

Maren, always unfazed by other people, didn't understand. "Well, I think it's romantic. Now go on, open it! The suspense is killing me."

In my seven months of working at Vixens, I'd never told Maren, or anyone for that matter, about Harry. I had always meant to, but when he left it sent my world to flames and I spent months trying to put it out. It wasn't a subject I enjoyed bringing up, so I didn't. Not even to Mare, who knew seemingly everything else about me by now.

Part of me wanted to throw the box away without even opening it. Who the fuck did Harry think he was anyway? He wasn't allowed to just abandon me after three years and then drop back in whenever he wanted with some stupid present as if that would make up for the damage caused.

A bigger, and possibly more pitiful part of me, wanted to rip the box open and examine every detail of the contents inside. Like if I stared hard enough, I could find a reason, a good reason for him to have left. One that dried up all my wandering thoughts and unanswered questions. Or maybe, I'd find that he had returned. I wasn't sure which would be worse.

I didn't have time to ponder which route to take for longer than a second before Maren was ripping the box from my hands.

"Hey!" I said loudly, turning to yank it from her but stopping as she let out a loud gasp. "What?" I asked, watching her pull a small canvas from the box. I moved closer, my chest tightening.

Maybe this would give me the answers I needed.

"Ror, this is amazing," Maren said breathlessly, ignoring the calls for assistance at the bar. In her hands, there was a painting of me sat on the windowsill of my - our, apartment, a chipped blue coffee mug in hand and my eyes closed and face turned so you could only see half of it. There were newspapers scattered around the floor of the painting, and I was only wearing one sock paired with my ratty Snoopy shorts.

My eyes floated around the canvas, drinking in every detail of it. I remembered that day. I was interning at First Draft, the local journalism company downtown. I'd been so excited for my first week that I came home daily with bundles of newspapers, spreading them out around the apartment like some sort of maze.

"My little journalist is still hard at work." Harry had joked on my first Sunday off, watching me surrounded by papers and cartoon dog pajamas.

"Babydoll."

The word alone made me tense.

"What?" I asked Maren, feeling my cheeks beginning to rapidly heat up. I pushed closer to her, trying to see what she was seeing.

Her red nail polished finger pointed to the bottom of the canvas, reading out loud. "See? here he wrote 'Babydoll in the morning.'" She read out loud in a terrible attempt at a man's voice. Her brown eyes shifted up to me. "Babydoll?" She questioned, the corners of her full lips tilting up in amusement. "Who the hell is this guy and why does he call you that?"

My face was still hot. "Shut up." I grumbled, snatching the canvas from her and craning my neck to really look at the painting. "It's nothing. He's…Nothing." Maren opened her mouth to press for details, but the sound of an angry fist slamming on the bar with the demand of a pint of beer deterred her attention from me.

"Al-right, I'm coming! Hold your horses." The girl complained, stalking over to the counter and leaving me to stare at the canvas.

No matter how much I looked at the painting, I couldn't find anything of substance. No answers or clues. Just me, looking exhausted in our living room.

The remainder of my shift was a blur. I spent most of it dodging Mare's questions and curious eyes and serving bourbon to overly intoxicated customers. I tried to shove the painting, and its artist from my mind, but he seemed to be renting all the space in there and leaving me no room to think of anything else. But, at least I had bagged a fifty as a tip from a table of especially rowdy men. As I made my way up the to the third floor of my apartment building, I was partially thankful and partially disappointed to see that there was no one waiting on my doorstep.

Great. So he'd come into my life just to cause chaos and then go radio silent again. Typical Harry.

I fumbled with my house key, eventually jamming it into the lock and letting myself in.

I half expected there to be the sound of crappy indie music and the smell of his spicy drug store cologne waiting for me inside. I was angry at myself when I was disappointed by the sight of the darkened apartment in the same state I had left it in this morning.

Don't be stupid, Aurora. He said it himself, he could never be satisfied.

Not by this city or this apartment, or even me. The thought of him loving me, but not enough to stay, was enough to send me spiraling.

I didn't want to spiral. Not today.

I shut the door behind me, briskly walking inside. God, I really needed to call my therapist and set up another appointment after tonight's shit show.

Harry sure did know how to create chaos inside me. Especially for someone who wasn't even around anymore.

I turned my focus to the sink on my left. It was piling up with dirty dishes I hadn't had the energy to wash over the past week. I needed a distraction from the brunette boy. He was a master at starting a war in my head. I stalked over to the sink, turning the water on hot and grabbing a sponge. As I scrubbed, I started to feel better. Taking my frustration out on the dishes was serving as a good substitute to crying or drinking or shaving my head. So much so that I almost didn't notice the drawing of a bluebird taped to the window in the living room.

Almost, that is.

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icarus-does-fall · 3 months

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Chapter four >:) this is technically a two part chapter cause gay people lmao

It's also really fucking long 😅

Ashes to ashes

Kain was forced to write his apology letter to Michael. The previous day those two were left to their own devices and a fight had broken out, they both had gotten fairly injured and Kain had bitten Michaels shoulder… leading to future problems. By the end of their fight the two were encased in darkness thanks to Michaels powers, Kain was slightly burned due to forgetting his own control, yet he didn't feel the pain it brought, and Michaels uniform was fairly torn up. And before any more serious damage could happen the two were pulled apart. Michael being dragged back to the cathedral by Mary and Socks dragging Kain away back to the ship.

Michael was grounded for a lack of better words. No longer dressed in his robes, he was wearing slacks and a plain black shirt and priest collar. He was restrained to the Cathedrals grounds and had to clean its entirety, once it was all clean he would be allowed out in public again. Yet on top of having to clean the Cathedral and its grounds Michael had also received lashings from Keir, it was a usual occurrence whenever he broke a rule and very early on in his life he took on Mary's lashings as well, he was going to protect his sister at any given cost, even if it meant more pain for him, the veil was lifted quickly and he saw Keir and the church for who they were very quickly but he would never leave. Not without Mary, yey she was hopelessly devoted to her work, so Michael tried his best to follow her.

Kain had stumbled back onto the ship battered, bruised and bleeding. The worry spiked through the crew as they all saw him yet Kain simply brushed them aside and collapsed onto an empty chair. He gotten his rest and healed up just fine, yet when he was bullied into breakfast by Salvador, Socks bullied him into writing an apology letter, but Kain much to his prideful and illiterate self struggled and the apology turned more into a “sory I bited you but youe stil a dick an u started the fight cause u got mad by my existing” type of letter. Now with the letter in hand he headed off to give it to Michael, much to his displeasure as he ignored why his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing the annoying priest again.

As Kain made his way to the cathedral and knocked on the doors, Michael halted from the inside. There were no scheduled visitors for the day and for this specific cathedral no one often chose to go there to seek comfort, it was more out of the way then everything else. A few knocks later Michael opened the door, just to see Kain and to have a letter immediately shoved into his hands. The two stood in silence for a few moments as Michael read.

The cathedral itself was an old stone building, its doors were a dark oak mahogany, the floors a black marble. Organ music playing on a never ending loop, there were vines crawling up the sides of the walls and stained glass windows around every corner. The inside was bright and gave a comforting atmosphere, the shadows, the way they flickered out of tune with the candles, the way things seemed to be sharper if only glanced at from the corner of your eye gave way to darker things that happened.

It took a moment or two for Michael to decipher the writings of Kains handwriting, it was near illegible but he managed and then grinned wryly with a raised eyebrow as he tucked the letter away into his pocket. Kain looked pissed at that reaction and glared all the same.

“This is certainly an unexpected surprise, I wouldnt think you would step close to me- let alone a church, however I must say it certainly? Or read?”

Kains glare heightened and he scowled, his face flushing bright red at the implications, no matter how accurate they were. “I was bullied into this, dont think youre all that special! And- And yeah! Obviously I can! Everyone can read, Im not fuckin stupid, cause I’ll have you know Im smart as fuck!”

“My apologies, I did not mean any offence by the question… Yet there is no shame in not knowing, not truly everyone knows the language they speak… I-” Michael paused for a moment before begrudgingly he sighed and opened the door to the cathedral further to allow Kain access if he so chose to accept his offer. “I understand you have a dislike of the church yet, the church can help…- I could help you learn how to write if you'd like.”

Kain paused, staring silently at Michael for what seemed like an eternity before eventually replying. “And you wouldn't tell anybody?”

“Of course not, if not anything else I am certainly a man of my word, of my promises.”

Kain scrunched his nose in response but sighed none the less before pointing a finger towards Michael and poking him in the chest. “Fine, I'll take the writing lessons… but if I find out you breathed a word of this to anyone I will skin you and turn you into a leather coat, got it?”

Michael waved his hand dismissively at the threat and rolled his eyes as he led Kain into the cathedral. “Yes, yes I do understand how interactions with you work, I've had enough of them at this point… However, leather of all things? That would simply be a waste, I have fur.”

Kain grinned and laughed as he followed Michael inside, his eyes roaming over the interior. Much to his annoyance it was a beautiful space, not as bloody or in ruin as most of the churches he’d been in. "That's the point, no dignity in death and all that yeah?"

Michael gave Kain a flat, unamused look before a hint of a smirk found its way towards his face as he led the way to an empty table to begin the work and lesson. “Hmm... Well writing lessons yes? What do you know that will help with the basics?”

"Uhhhhh I kinda know how to sound things out I guess? And I can rember most of the letters off the top of my head s'just hard to put them togther on the paper and make em look nice.....and I know how ta read most of the smaller words and the commen words i guess”

Kain paused for a moment before he continued speaking, “this church, it isn't as bloody as the ones im used to seeing an’ bein in”

He nods along as Kain speaks about what he knows how to write while leading him to a small alcove with a writing desk with cushioned benches, he seemed to glance over the fact that Kain was used to bloody churches. “Yes, the cathedral is typically kept in top shape... The high priest likes his rules... Except for when I walked in earlier the other today, I believe that was the most... messy it had been in here for quite some time.”

"Ah fair, yeah no the place I used to uh .....attend, was a lot less caring about keeping up appearances"

“Yes well... appearances tend to mean a lot to those that reside here, I have never quite understood the extent they take it.”

" Yeah.. I guess the place I grew up didn't get many visitors who didn't already live there so there was no need to impress anyone, plus most of the sermons tended to be bloody so there was no real point in cleaning the blood anyway”

Michael paused for a moment as he was taking out parchment and the ink to write with it, at that comment he was finally get curious about why blood ket being mentioned and simply stared at Kain for a few moments “What- And excuse me for being so blunt yet, what type of sermons were you attending? Even while the old ones can be a bit... unorthodox at times there's never been blood shed in a church over those preachings.”

“Not ones I participated in willingly let me tell you that!" Kain laughed before stopping and his face went serious "But uh.... ever uh..... ever heard of the blood god?" He sighed and looked away from Michael. "They're a uh......a....um....roge.....god.....”

“Then blood certainly would make sense... They're a bit demanding from the little I know of them, they're not talked much about per the high priest's request however and I've... Well, I've been here for the majority of my life. Never really allowed to explore life outside the cathedral.”

Kain seemed surprised at Michael's reaction. "You're not wigged out by that? That I have attended a church of the blood God?" He tilted his head kind of like a bird "like that doesn't scare you?"

Michael half shrugged and continued to pull out parchment and writing utensils, placing some in front of Kain “When your childhood is as... complicated as mine was, you tend to simply try to accept the things you're told and continue on... While it may be... off putting there's no use to dwell on it if it can no longer affect our surroundings.”

Kain looked at him surprised as he picked up a quill to begin to write. "Huh… most people lose their shit and call a shit ton of nasty things"

He shrugged and looked down at the parchment and then at Kain for a moment “The old ones teach to be understanding of all, no one has a... clean past to say the least... Now let's start with the alphabet, the letters just by themselves, once you know those the rest will be easy.” Michael wrote down a clean and easy to read copy for Kain to follow, his penmanship was almost cursive like in its swirls.

Kain tried his damndest to copy them as best he could, becoming so intent in his mission that he ended up with his face inches from the page, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. When he was done he pulled away from the page with a "ta-da!"

Michael nodded slightly as Kain finished writing and then looked over his work. “It works, and turns out better if you stay a decent way away, you want to be able to see what you're trying to write... And slow strokes, you're too jagged- never rush your words.... But a decent first try.”

Kains face turned a slight shade of red as Michael spoke, "uh- thanks..." he paused before adding "uh fuck you everything I do is awsome" which felt very much like an after thought.

"So uh like this?" He tried again slower but Mchael could see him struggling a little and if he looked closely he could see the scars and newer burn marks the covered Kains hand as he held the quill and attempted to write a smoother line of words.

He watched Kain write for a bit longer, rolling his eyes slightly at his comment before eventually sighing and pulled out a new piece of parchment and placed his hand over Kains to guide him through the writing exercises. “We don't use such language here, this is a place of worship and respect... And closer, but feel the moments of how each is written... Then try again on your own.”

Kain tried once more doing much better this time, while trying to ignore the feeling og Michales hand on his own as his face turns a darker shade of red untill his hand seeming violently cramps "Ah fuck!" he muttered under his breath in pain before looking at Michael rememering he had asked him not to swear, "ah shit sorry...oh wait fuck- Shit uh....I'm gonna shut up now"

Michael laughed softly at Kains embarrassment over his swearing but looked over his writing and nodded approvingly. “You're doing better, it simply takes practice and... a dedication of sorts.”

Kain nodded gently rubbing his palm, "I'm more used to messing around with mechanics then a pen and paper if I'm being honest "

“Yes, well... When stuck here in these walls for years until I was deemed... acceptable to leave, I had to find ways to entertain myself, which was with writing, with words…” A far away look filled his eyes for a moment before he shook his head. “My mother used to like to tinker with machines.”

"My mother liked to drink," he burst out because he has the social skills and grace of a sharp rock, he wasn't used to having to hold his tongue and more often than not said the first thing that came to his mind.

Michael turned his attention back towards Kain and there was a spark of laughter in his eyes, yet he still spoke seriously. “As most of the world does, yes, it's a... common over indulgence.”

"eh" he shrugged, "it's not healthy but uh, it's called an addiction for a reason" he laughed at his own dark joke.

He eyed Kain for a moment and then shook his head and gently patted Kain on the head before cleaning up the table, giving Kain a few blank papers and an extra quill and bottle of ink. “Indeed... And just in case you care to keep practising on your own.”

"Oh.. Uh thanks...I uh....I think I will practise," he nodded more to himself than to Michael.

Michael nodded as Kain accepted the papers and smiled softly. “Great... I understand it's not a skill you care for but it's helpful.”

Kain stand stood up once Michael was done cleaning up and grinned cheekily " I'll see you ‘round then pretty boy?"

A slight smile found its way to Michael's face, and so it a soft red hue as he nodded and led Kain back towards the doors of the cathedral. “Perhaps, only time will time.”

#angst #dnd #oc story #ocs #short story #fluff #gay #a sinners salvation

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Tag game: Get to know me!

tagged by @propertyoftoru ‹3

1. Birthday?

11th august (yes, having the same birthday as binnie is a flex, hehe even if the yrs are diff)

2. Favorite color?

pastel pink or blue. but i also love the colours of the galaxy and sunsets

3. How tall are you?

160cm

4. How many pair of shoes to you own?

not that much tbh. i mainly live in trainers or boots 🤷🏻‍♀️

5. Favorite song?

silent cry for skz, dead by asking alexandria (the whole from death to destiny album is my fave tbh)

6. Favorite movie?

howl's moving castle

7. Who would be your ideal partner?

already have my ideal partner 🖤

8. Do you want children?

not rn but in the future, sure.

9. Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope.

10. What color socks are you wearing?

red and white stripy socks.

11. Favorite type of music?

im not that fussed tbh. i can listen to anything as long as it has a good beat and keeps me hooked within the first couple of seconds

12. How many pillows do you sleep with?

2!!

13. What position do you sleep in?

whatever i feel comfortable in. could be in a ball or on my stomach

14. What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

bright lights or DEAD SILENCE! i have to have something playing to fall asleep or have a window open (its too cold for the window to be open rn so i have to settle with a video playing)

15. Have you tried archery?

nope

16. Favorite fruit?

strawberries, grapes or honeydew melon.

17. Are you a good liar?

when i have to, yeah else i try not to lie because it brings drama and shit

18. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T

19. Innie or outie?

innie

20. Left or right handed?

right

21. Favorite food?

cheesecake!

22. Favorite foreign food?

oh, thats a hard one.... uh 😭

23. Are you clean or messy?

it kinda depends on how im doing mentally,,, im a clean person overall but when i hit that slump, i kinda just let everything pile on top and the apartment suffers....

24. Most used phrase?

but why though

25. How long does it take you to get ready?

depends on where im going and who with really.

26. Do you talk to yourself?

yes. lol

27. Do you sing to yourself?

ofc and i like to think im amazing at it

28. Are you a good singer?

i like to think i am but who knows :)

29. Biggest fear?

heights, closed/small spaces. it feels like im suffocating and i cannot

30. Are you a gossip?

nah. im too old for highschool shit, lmao

31. Long or short hair?

long, even if it does get on my last nerve

32. Favorite school subject?

english

33. Extrovert or introvert?

introverted, ahah,,,

34. What make you nervous?

going out in public, speaking to people idk. groups of people.

35. Who was your first crush?

josh hutcherson. look, he looked really cute in bridge to terabithia

36. How many piercings do you have?

2. nose and tragus. i do want more though, like a lot more

37. How many tattoos do you have?

0 :( again, i do want

38. How fast can you run?

not that fast??

39. What color is your hair?

black. its naturally brown. i need to go to the hairdressers and get the roots done desperately. also debating on getting pink put in as well,,,,

40. What color are your eyes?

brown

41. What makes you angry?

video games. people that think they're right when they're not. people that just assume without listening to opinions, that type of stuff

42. Do you like your name?

its okay. i mean, considering it took my mother and father a week to think of a name for me then

43. Do you want a boy to girl as a child?

im honestly not fussed. IF i had to choose, girl. most of my family is boys so would be nice

44. What are your strengths?

idk, do i have any? lmao

45. What are your weaknesses?

i guess i can be too stubborn

46. What’s the color of your bedspread?

light and dark blue. (ikea bedspread ftw)

47. What’s the color of your room?

just a standard white/creamy colour.

tags: @oshimee , @sstarryoong + whoever wants to join in! ignore if you don't want to/don't feel comfortable doing!

#tag game

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shmooooo · 2 years

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champagne, crushed velvet, faux fur, sheet mask <3

Champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

That changes tbh but I do have very long conversations about languages with a friend of mine (and I can talk about certain people and what I want them to do to me/what I want to do to them for hours but we'll ignore that)

Crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

Idk if this qualified because I would consider myself a friendly person in general but I did definitely show my best side when looking for an apartment (just like everyone else lmao) -- but it worked very well so-

Faux fur: describe your wardrobe

A bunch of crop tops, huge sweaters, wide jeans and colorful socks mixed with some other stuff

Sheet mask:

check my answer here

#ask game #yuan 🍵#mutuals 💫#✉️: mail for isa

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆

summary ─ he couldn’t say anything. his brain was screaming at him to say something, but his tongue wasn’t cooperating. the lump in his throat wasn’t helpful, either.

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ angst, ANGST, implied smut, language, alcohol consumption, reader is drunk, phone calls, emotions are bitch is the short version lol

a/n ─ henlo, i’m back but without a smut this time because something like this was mandatory lmao hope you like it! please let me know if you do and what you think about this, thank you <333

the (after) party [part one] ─ loft music [part two]

Bucky frowned deeply as he lifted himself off the bed and ditched the condom. The brief satisfaction and relief came with the sex had already washed away from his body, leaving him with a miserable feeling that he desperately tried to ignore but failed almost all the time.

He reached for his jeans after ditching the condom in the trash he spotted in the bathroom and cleaned himself with a couple wet wipes. His t-shirt was thrown over the chair at the corner of the room, so Bucky walked there to get it. He vaguely remembered his shoes being discarded at some place that was close to the door, but he had to find his socks before he got to his shoes.

“You’re leaving already?” He heard Dot ask. Her voice carried the typical disappointed tone. Bucky nodded instead of answering verbally, his eyes were searching for his socks ─ they were on the ground by her closet. Bending down, he grabbed and put them on. “I thought we could cuddle a bit,” she whined. Bucky barely surpassed his eye-roll. He didn’t like very much when women he had been with whined other than having sex.

“Got things to do,” he murmured distractedly. He checked for his wallet and phone by patting his jacket’s pockets. Both were there, so he only had to get his shoes and he could leave.

“You always say that,” she whined again. Bucky sighed harshly but stayed quiet. He pulled his jacket on and briefly ducked into the bathroom to fix his hair. When he decided that he didn’t look debauched anymore, he walked out.

“Because I have things to do,” he gritted through his teeth. As he walked out of the room, he heard the rustle of the sheets and her soft but stubborn footsteps.

“Can I see you again?” Dot asked, moving in front of him before he could open the front door and sneaked out. “I really had a good time, baby.” She batted her lashes, gave him a sly smirk, mischievous sparks were going off in her eyes. Her hands grabbed front of his jacket, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes; now they were nose to nose. “Like tomorrow? Can I see you then?” Bucky shrugged, making her hands fell from his jacket and he took a step back.

“No,” he said. “One night stand term means one night,” he added, practically hissing. He made a move to the door but froze when he heard her.

“Then why did you fuck Y/N for months?” Dot snarled. “Everybody knew, knew that you fucked her for months and saw her again and again─” Bucky turned his body to her. In a blink, he was in front of her and crowded her against the wall. She looked at him, fear all over her face.

“You’re not her,” Bucky hissed. “You’ll never be her. Talk shit about her like that again, it won’t end pretty for you, baby.” Bucky looked at her for another couple seconds and then stormed out of the apartment.

As he walked down the empty street, his body was strangely cold. His chest was heaving with harsh breaths, his eyes were stinging and he had to blink to clear his sight before he realized that he had fucking tears in his eyes.

He sniffed as he wrapped his jacket around his body and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Shoulder up to his ears, Bucky walked down the street with his eyes stinging from the tears he’s been desperately trying to hold back. He didn’t remember a time where he wanted to cry, where he felt… vulnerable. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, couldn’t see any reason for it, except─

Bucky sighed. The words he said to Dot filled his mind. Shit, he thought. Dot was so going to tell that to everyone. When Bucky took a moment to think about that, that Dot telling everyone what he said to her, he found himself not giving any flying fucks about it. He didn’t care. She could tell anyone she wanted to, Bucky didn’t care.

Because it was the truth.

Dot was not you, would never be you, not in a million years. It really wouldn’t end pretty for Dot if she were to continue talk shit about you ─ which Bucky assumed Dot was going to because she’d most likely to be jealous now. Good, Bucky thought. Dot was great in bed, Bucky liked how vocal she was and how she told him whatever she wanted at that moment, but she wasn’t a very good person other than that. He could care less.

Bucky took a deep breath. There was a lump sitting in his throat, eyes stinging still, and his nose was burning a bit. He wanted to let go, but he didn’t know how. He never let go before.

Just as he sniffed and blinked a couple times to get rid of the tears, he heard his phone going off in his pocket. Pausing for a second on the sidewalk, he pulled it out only to see your name flashing back at him on his phone screen. Bucky frowned. The worry filled his chest, and whoa, it never happened before, and he accepted the call.

“YN/?” He said, the frown still visible on his face, and his eyes were still teary but there was worry in them, now. “Are you okay?” He didn’t hear anything for a short while. There was no sound, no background noise or your voice ringing in his ear. Frown deepening, Bucky pulled the phone off his face to check if you were still on the line, and you were. “Y/N? Are you there?”

“Why didja hav’to fuck me up like t’at?” You finally said, words slurring. Bucky blinked. Were you drunk? You never slurred unless you were drunk out of your mind.

“Y/N, where are you?” Bucky asked immediately. His mind was going off places where you might be, and some terrible imaginative scenes were playing in his mind. “I’m comin’ to pick you up,” he said. “Where are you, baby?” He didn’t mean to call you that, but it became a habit after all the time he spent with you.

He heard you chuckle adorably in his ear. “I love when you call me that,” you said, making him smile faintly. The worry was still there, though. “Makes me feel like ‘m somethin’ precious.” Bucky swallowed the words ‘it’s because you’re’, only to make the lump sitting on his throat bigger. “Why didja have to do it?”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked right back. He had no idea what you were talking about and figured if he made you talk, you might tell him where you were. He heard you sniff and some glasses clinking. There was a faint cheering sound on the background. “Baby, where are you?”

“You made me fall in love with you,” you murmured, and it was the most sober you sounded since he picked up. Bucky froze. His somehow already cold body was even colder now, his lungs were rejecting the oxygen and he felt his eyes burning even more. The muscle in his jaw clenched. “I loved you, but you walked away. Why did you do it?”

What could he possibly to say to that?

Because I was scared that I love you, too?

Because I’m a fuck up, and you deserve better?

Because I love you so much, I’d kill for you?

None of the answers would justify what he did, he knew, but goddammit, he was fucking scared. He didn’t want to get hurt again; he went through that heartbreak once and it was enough for him for a lifetime. After that phase of his life, he became cruel to his partners, he knew this, too. He took his pain and anger out of them most of the time, and the thought of he might have fallen in love again was terrifying.

“You left me behind at that party,” you continued. “I know we broke up way before that─” You cut yourself off with an emotionless laugh that sounded much more like a sob. “Did we even have a relationship, Bucky?” You sounded so upset, so small and sad, all Bucky wanted to do was to reach out to you through his phone and give you a big hug. “I always thought we did, but I knew you never see me in that way. I know I’m not enough.”

Oh, it hurt.

It hurt like motherfucker.

Bucky felt his heart skip a few beats, seizing up in its small cage, as the tears in his eyes finally rolled down his cheeks. The tears burned their way down his frozen face, his tingling nose was a great company to its burn. He couldn’t say anything. His brain was screaming at him to say something, but his tongue wasn’t cooperating. The lump in his throat wasn’t helpful, either.

“I loved how special you made me feel,” you murmured with a small voice, it felt like you were smiling. Sniffing lightly, you continued. “I liked how you got to know me so well. It made me feel like I was being cared for, like someone was finally giving their attention to me fully.”

Bucky tried to swallow the lump so that he could say something, but it didn’t budge. His throat was burning with the urge to scream; tears still rolling down on his cheeks and wetting his face, his body was an ice cube, but your voice warmed him up a bit.

He knew he had to come forward with his feelings, he had to face with them, but he was scared; so scared that it was making him slowly lose the best thing in his life.

“You broke my heart, but I love you anyway,” you whispered. “Why I love you still, Bucky? I don’t want to. It only hurts me more.” Bucky’s chin trembled. You didn’t want to love him, and he made that. He caused that. He hated himself for it. He hated how fucked up he was to make you hate to love someone.

Sniffing, Bucky cleared his throat. “Y/N,” he started. “Where are you?” He heard you sob, more glass clinking and suddenly, all the noise was cut off. “Y/N?” Please, he thought, please tell me where you are, please.

“It hurt me to kick you out the other night,” you said instead. Bucky closed his eyes, sending another wave of tears down his cheeks. “All I wanted to do was to snuggle with you like we used to, but that night at the party… You hurt me so much, James.”

Fuck, Bucky forgot how much heartbreak could hurt him, how much pain it had brought with itself. His heart was skipping beats, his body felt cold and strange to him, his hands were trembling and his eyes kept producing more tears.

Bucky was hurting. He was hurting so much.

He hated himself for being a coward.

“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I’m begging you, please, please, tell me where you are, baby. Please.” He listened to your sniffs and soft sobs for a minute. He waited patiently for you to answer him. His head was buzzing, a headache was slowly tearing its way through, his eyes were hurting from all the silent crying he was doing and he was cold.

He craved your hug. They always made him feel warm.

“Transviolet,” you whispered. “I don’t wanna see you, though. Just makes me wanna cry.” Bucky sighed. He knew where you were now, and even though it was going to hurt you to see him, he had to make sure that you were alright and safe. Taking a deep breath, Bucky looked around. Surprisingly, he was very close to Transviolet.

“Five minutes, baby,” he said. “I know you don’t wanna see me, but I wanna make sure you’re alright. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” Bucky quickly crossed the street, using his long legs to his advantage; he started to take big steps, almost running. “Stay with me. Stay on the phone.” He heard your soft hum of approval.

“Dunno if I ever stop,” you murmured when he round the corner to the street that led to the bar you were waiting for him.

“Stop what, honey?” Bucky kept the conversation going, he had to. He couldn’t let you go non-verbal on him while you were this drunk. You could go as much non-verbal as you wanted to when he was near you.

“Loving you,” you answered him, and Bucky stumbled over his next step. All this time, Bucky somehow always knew that you were in love with him, but hearing it was a total different experience. He didn’t know hearing it could get addictive, though, it was new.

Clearing his throat lightly, Bucky carefully voiced his words: “Do you want to? Truly, I mean.” You hummed. Bucky started walking again, and he could actually see the sign: Neon purple color was winking at him in the middle of the night. His feet quickened their pace.

“No,” you murmured. “But I should.” Bucky felt his heart break into the nth piece with your words, but he deserved them. He deserved to hear those words, but he did not deserve you. He sighed. “You hurt me so much, but make me feel like I’m someone who can be loved. It’s weird.” Bucky faintly smiled at your whiny voice.

“Is it?” He said, just to keep you talking. He was so close now, and he could actually see you standing in front of the bar. You were against the wall, arms folded against your chest, and you were trembling slightly. Bucky frowned. “I’m almost there, honey,” he murmured. You hummed again. Looking around, Bucky started running towards you when he didn’t see any cars on the street. His arms were itching to wrap around you.

Bucky ended the call when he stepped onto the sidewalk you were standing on. You lifted your head and looked at him a little sleepily. “Hey there, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. You smiled widely. Bucky smiled at you right back. Scooping you up in his arms, he held you against him tightly. “Let’s get you home, alright?” You nodded, leaning into his touch. He called an Uber while never releasing his hold on you. You probably had your coat and bag inside, and he had to get you your coat, you were freezing. “C’mon,” he murmured as he led you inside. You shivered when the warm atmosphere of the bar hit your frozen body.

Quickly finding your bag and coat, Bucky put them on you but slung your bag over his shoulder. You were leaning into him fully, now, totally taking advantage of his newly renewed body heat. Your hair smelled like your shampoo, and Bucky felt tears collecting in his eyes again. He blinked them away. To distract himself, he pulled out his phone and opened his group chat with his friends.

what would y’all say if i were to tell you that i’m in love? pls answer honestly, he pressed sent and saw Steve and Sam writing their responses.

i would say you’re bullshitting me, Sam said, and Bucky rolled his eyes. you don’t love, barnes, he added.

ditto, Steve sent. you only make them fall in love and just walk away. that’s your brand, pal. Bucky felt the hurt poking him harshly again, and he closed his eyes for a second, focusing on your sweet scent to calm himself down. His phone pinged. It was Clint and Loki.

you usually just fuck them, man, you don’t love, Clint said. Ouch, Bucky thought.

sometimes you drive them to the brink of suicide, too, Loki sent, and Bucky clenched his jaw. He could see Steve, Sam and Clint objecting immediately, but it was true. It had happened once. Biting his lip, Bucky wrote a reply with shaky hands.

i do, though. i really love her, he sent. The other immediately started writing something back. i’d die for her, y’know. i really would. The ‘writing’ thing disappeared. Bucky heard a honk and looked outside. gotta go, he sent quickly and locked his phone.

“Come on, honey,” he murmured softly to you, and you whined. “Home, love, we’re going home.” You looked up at him, sleepy expression all over your face. Bucky smiled. His fingers fixed your hair with gentle moves. You closed your eyes and nuzzled his hand when it cradled your cheek.

“Mmm,” you purred adorably. “Love you,” you whispered. Bucky surpassed the soft whimper that almost crawled out of his mouth. Instead he kissed your forehead and led you to the Uber waiting for you guys outside.

Once inside the car, Bucky cuddled you against his body. Your sweet scent filling up his lungs, body next to his, he relaxed a little. You were almost asleep when he whispered: “I love you, too.”

You just hummed, burying your face into the crook of his neck while holding onto him tightly. Bucky placed another kiss on your forehead and rested his cheek on your hair.

Then, Bucky took a deep, deep, breath and let go. He let the hurt and tears mix as he cried and cried silently all the while holding you against his chest, cradling you in his arms as if you were something precious.

“I love you so much, too,” he whispered again just because he could and buried a soft sob into your hair.

It hurt so much, the pain was leaving him breathless most of the time, but Bucky was used to it.

He had been used to it for a long time. He could handle it like he did before.

He just wasn’t sure if this time he would be able to survive it.

#bucky barnes x reader #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #fuckboy!bucky #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #valerie

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thewritingstar · 2 years

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Frostbitten

Pairing: Gruvia

Fandom: FairyTail

Notes: lol hi. I feel like I haven’t written in months, because I haven’t. I’ve been dealing with all my classes and changing my major left and right lol. (Film or sculpture? who knows at this point.) But I just wanna say thank you to everyone whose been reading my fics, I’ve been getting a lot of notifications lately and it makes me all warm and fuzzy so thank you for making my day. I hope you all have been having a good time and been easy on yourself.

Idk why I wanted to write a holiday fic but here we are. Enjoy some fluff (with light angst cause why not) But I just know that Gray will be simping in no time so here is the fluffy Gray we all been wanting.

Anyways enjoy loves!

also please excuse and bare with ever single mention of something cold, its a theme lmao

Tag List: @be-dazzled @cupcakesandnightmares @unvalley @gruviaftw11 @nostalgicxslumber @tigerfire54 @shellielyzabeth

pls lmk if you wanna be tagged

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When the winter months approach and the skies usual blue fades into a cool grey and snow begins its decent, that's when he feels the most calm. He enjoyed the comfort the snow brought and the memories of being a child.

Though this year brings a new frost.

Icicles line the under side of roofs and buildings, drops slowly slipping off before hitting the ground and becoming a puddle for boots to splash in. Its a familiar cold when the snow the children play in and the frost on your mittens feels nature and nice even if your body begins to quiver.

And those whose magic rejoices in the natural cold elements feel stronger and faster as they step outside. Mittens, scarves, hats and fuzzy socks really aren’t needed when your body own temperature is already rivaling the arctic. Most of the time it’s just for show, but he would be lying if he didn’t say that the fireplace felt nice against the cool of his own frost.

He steps outside of his apartment, snow falling down to line the streets and create a wonderland that he feel familiar with. His jacket is light and socks short as he walks towards the guild much slower this time to take in the beginning of his favorite time of year.

The decorations have already been put up, few months early but people get excited when the snow falls. Bows and ribbons cover each street lamp pole while polar bears, elf and reindeer begin to make their appearance in windows and lawns.

He looks around at the people. Cheeks slightly red as they have conversations outsides and children try not to spill hot echolocate down their brand new coat as they walk. Couples hold hands as they make their way to the stores and he notices that almost every door has holly and mistletoe handing down.

He feels a guilt wash over him as he stares at the berries bitterly. Pushing those thoughts down, he opens the doors to the familiar guild that has become his second home after all these years.

The guild is decorated of course. Mira made sure that the lights outside would twinkle throughout the night and that it always felt warm and cozy. Stockings are hung on the wall, each one having a persons name. They are hung randomly but he can't help but feel like it wasn’t a coincidence that his is next to a fuzzy white one with a raindrop. He walks by it with a small glance that lingers and a chill runs up his spine.

He takes a seat at the bar and before he knows it, a peppermint hot chocolate is placed in front of him. A small smile is on Mira’s face as she says nothing and turns away.

The marshmallows bob in the drink until they slowly disintegrate and become a swirl of white among the chocolate.

“Gray?” The silence is broken as Mira tries her best to comfort him without giving away all her thoughts. “You alright?”

He sips at the drink and ignores the way it burns his tongue. The sweetness that he normal doesn't care for is starting to becoming a craving.

Mira watches the way the gears turn in his head. His face looks paler than it did a while ago and his shirt hasn’t fallen off in days. Not that she’s complaining, but its weird to see the ice mage bundled up when he thrives in the cold.

“I’m fine.” He says but like those marshmallows, he doesn't feel whole. “Its just a little cold outside.”

The empty cup is left on the bar as he pushes away from his seat and leaves his change. Mira reaches for it and tilts her head before looking at the way he was facing. The guild mission board is still filled with many posters, yet the one that was taken over a month ago hasn’t been filled back in.

“Cold for an ice wizard?” Mira whispers to herself and wipes the counter down. “Maybe for now.”

That empty spot has begun to haunt him. It keeps him up at night wondering if everything bad in the world would happen at that very second. It was a slip of paper with simple writing, a handsome reward and the call for those who dared. He knew he was the last one who should be scolding anyone about being reckless, but he couldn’t help but worry.

As he drifts to sleep, he can't help but notice that his bed lacks a certain glow.

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The nights begin to blend together as days past without a word. It becomes harder to enjoy the winter wonderland outside. Only the stars keep him comfort now.

He watched the flames dance in their confined space. It was odd seeing the element so small and tame unlike the powerful blasts coming from a certain mage. The warmth from the fire skimmed his skin and added and extra layer of warmth and yet the coldness linger.

It was different type of cold.

The elements outside could become weak by stepping inside or cozying up next to the fire place with a blanket. Those handmade mittens, scarves and knitted hats that were kept in a special drawer in his bedroom could make any snowflake melt gracefully. But no amount of fire could draw out the hollow cold from inside.

It lingers even when the sun peaks through the clouds. It’s a ghost of winters past creeping up your skin wanting you to feed its fury but nothing but a certain flame can calm it down.

The hollowness and bleak tundra that lurks within his heart is more bitter than being stuck in the arctic without a single match to light the way. He feels it more than ever as the days pass on and the calendar beings to reach the mist of winter.

Its almost painful as he lies awake and stares at the ceiling. Boredom and lack of sleep causes him to lift his hand lazily and present a flurry of snowflakes above him. One by one he catches them in his palm looking at the details of the individual snow crystals.

The last one floats down and though its smaller than the rest, its beautiful beyond compare. He stares at it the longest. The moonlight reflect against it elegantly as the center of the flake has a heart-like design.

A tightness in his chest comes as he reaches for his chain to grab and hold. The metal is no where to be found as he exhales. He tells himself that its okay, that she's okay.

His eyelashes flutter from sleep and tears welding in his eyes as it melts away in the night and he flips on his side. That coldness swallows him whole as a another month begins to slip away.

Although the winter was his favorite, he feels as if he's been frostbitten.

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It’s been four months, he reminds himself. Not that it helps him.

He grabs his favorite scarf. A familiar scent laces in the fabric and his smile is hidden to the world as he pulls it tighter before heading out.

The snow on the lanes has reached its peak and within another month it will begin to melt as the sun comes back for its stay. Snowmen litter the fields and he can small the bakery putting out a fresh batch of cookies.

The guild comes into his view and he stops in his tracks. The sky above begins to create another fresh layer of snow. He holds out his hand, covered in one of his knitted gloves and catches the freshly fallen snowflake. It melts quickly with no time to examine its design.

It has become a routine. Enter the guild, ducking quickly to miss the icicles dripping above before taking his seat at the bar. As if it were clockwork, a drink is placed in front of him.

“Candy cane mocha, been trying something new. Hope you like it.” Mira smiles brightly at the ice mage.

Gray takes a sip while looking around as more decorations have been place. “Its great Mira, thanks.”

His eyes wonder more and he's frozen in his chair as he stares at the mission board. The spot is filled. A new poster is up with a brand new award as if the one before didn’t exist.

“Just went up today.” Mira reads his mind. “Everyones been debating to take it.”

He huffs. “Its almost the holidays, people aren’t sure if they want to leave.”

“She’ll be back soon.” Mira says and takes his empty cup.

He knows that. He knows she's been on a mission for months now with no form of contact. But he can’t help but worry.

The stockings on the wall are much fuller now. Some are heavier than others and he bites a laugh at how Lucy’s is hanging on for dear life. The fire mage went overboard once again but he gets it. He now gets it.

There was a time where he didn’t. A time where his heart wasn’t as open and ready. It was as if he was trapped in his own ice shell, an unbreakable force that kept his head steady and romantic feelings at bay. Why try to love when it will get lost like a white bunny in the snow?

The night starts its early beginnings as he steps out to welcome to new chill. The line of street lamps offer a bright glow as he makes his way towards his favorite deli for a batch of soup.

He’s not sure how much longer his heart can weigh like this. How much anxiety his body will take and how much of this hollow coldness he can bare. Like a case of frostbite, he fears it will consume him. This winter is turning to his own personal summer and he can’t believe he wishes that the flowers would start to bloom among the cold.

As he walks with his hands in his pocket, he hears something calling out.

Ignore it. He scolds himself, he's just hearing things after all.

But he stops in his tracks, eyes wide with a relation and he's hesitant to even turn around. If you were to ask him what his favorite sound is…

“Gray-sama!”

That hollow cold that's been freezing him for what felt like eons releases. An overwhelming sensation of his rapid heartbeat shocks him as he turns quickly to see her standing just a few feet away.

Even in the soft glow of the street lights, she's a breathtaking sun on the horizon of a frozen lake.

Juvia goes to call out to him again but his arms are already around her. He almost lost his breath by how fast he ran. he could care less of the looks other give him, what matters most is that she is here. Here with him.

“My beloved.” Juvia smiles into his chest. “You’re so cold.”

And yet he feels the opposite as he holds her. “You’re so warm.”

Juvia giggles and pulls herself back just enough to see his handsome face. Her mittened hand cups his cheek and he can’t help but lean into her touch.

“I missed you.” Gray says first making the water mage gasp lightly.

“Oh?” Juvia pushes herself onto her toes. “Juvia definitely missed you.” She says as she places her lips against his.

He never once understood Natsu’s love of having a warmth devour him, but for this moment, he feels nothing but a the burning sensation of a fireplace and welcomes it.

She melts into the kiss, pushing herself impossibly closer to him as the snow trickles around them. She trying her hardest to keep her tears at bay, not wanting to cause a snow storm during this happy occasion.

He can see their breath in the cold as they pull apart.

“Oh Juvia almost forgot.” She reaches into her jacket to show the familiar cross on the silver chain dangling around her neck. “Every time Juvia was sad or missing you, this kept her from losing sight of what was waiting for me.”

Her hands go to the base of her neck to undo it but he stops her. “Gray?” She asks but he shakes her head and rubs the cross before letting it settle against her neck again, as if it always belonged there.

“It yours now.” He smiles softly.

Her eyes widen. “Gray, no, Juvia can’t. You should wear it, in honor of your past.”

He had thought about it. The thought of his precious necklace returning around his own neck, the cool metal always a reminder of what he had been through. But even as this winter had him longing for her return and the snow fall being back memories, he was ready for a new chapter.

“I want you to wear it.” He says firmly.

“Really?”

“In honor of my future.” He kisses her hand. “I’m not worried about it, I know you will always come back to me and so will everything it holds. Only this time its a sign of warmth and love.”

She's taken back by the gift. The ultimate sign of trust and love wrapped up in a chain that has now become her most valuable item. Tears threaten to spill as she stares at him with that tender look he loves so much.

“Hey, come on Juv’s, don’t cry.”

She sniffles and wipes her eyes quickly. “Juvia isn’t crying, she just cold and there's snowflakes in her eyes.” She lies as her cheeks flush.

Gray places a kiss at the top of her head. “Now how about we get some of Mira’s peppermint hot chocolate and sit by the fireplace so you can finally relax?”

“Juvia would love that.”

---

He watches the flames dance in their confined space. The smell of cinnamon wafts from the cookies fresh from the bakery and the blanket covering them both is soft and cozy. His apartment lacks any sort of coldness, no frost or hollow storm can be found.

Juvias head rests against his chest as she sips at her drink. “Juvia is glad she gets to spend some winter with you. The island Gajeel and I were at was way too hot, Juvia thought she was going to evaporate.”

Gray laughs lightly. “Well now you get to be cold with me.”

“Juvia almost forgot how much she loves being wrapped in your arms.”

“Four months without you was like pure torture, you’re gonna be lucky if I let you go.”

“Juvia doesn’t mind.” She giggles.

Theres a weight in his chest that is lifted when she laughs. It’s like a brand new snow that he can finally enjoy with her. The calmness that winter brings him returns but instead of a chill there's an eruption of warmth that he gladly accepts.

---

The night comes fast and his bed finally feels complete as she snuggles up to him. Its odd to think how one person could become a beacon of light. Just the thought of her sparks a match within him.

“Watch this.” He whispers as she yawns.

Above her head she watches as snowflakes dance from his magic, swirling around and capturing the light of the moon. She had always been in awe of his use of the element.

He takes her hand and guides it up to catch the last one. By the ideals of snow, each one is different and unique. Never the same as before.

She looks closely to see the heart design in the center. Its beautiful and she doesn’t like how it melts away so fast.

“Wow.” She breaths and feels his lips against her cheek.

“Whenever I think of you, that one always forms now.” He says and pulls the blanket up to cover her shoulders. “I’ve never had my magic affected so much.” He smiles.

Another yawn escapes her lips and she tries to fight the sleep that's coming fast. “You make Juvia feels as if she's never seen a dark sky.”

He kisses her one last time before her eyes flutter close.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

---

I hope you all enjoyed!

It should be illegal how many times I wrote “warmth, cold, hollow, etc etc.”

#Gruvia #gruvia oneshots #gruvia fic #Juvia x Gray #gruvia fanfiction #thewritingstar #soft fluff #fluff #fairytail #fairytail oneshot

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saintrocklee · 2 years

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I’m so excited you’re doing this! Can you please do : ❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜ with Kisame?

🦈 kisame x reader 🦈 this took so long lmao, but here we go! 18+ mdni. warnings include finger fucking, stripping (kinda?), toxic behavior because i love drama, kisame being a shit, kisame being needy, reader being mouthy. no thoughts just brain rot for this one sorry y’all 😩

you weren't ... surprised when you came home from your run to find your ex-boyfriend in your living room. he did technically still live there and had a key so he could move his stuff out and you both had promised to be as cordial as possible, given the situation, so no ... not surprised that he was there.

it didn’t meant you exactly wanted him there.

"kisame - what are you doing here?" you ask, closing the door behind you. he looked up from the chair he was currently occupying, hair an absolute disheveled mess, and blinked. you were completely drenched, rain water dripping from your hair and clothes onto the tile as you struggled to take off your running shoes. your socks followed and were tossed by the door with a wet splat that echoed uncomfortably through the apartment.

"why the fuck are you all wet?"

you furrowed your brow and gave a pointed look to the window behind you that was currently being pelted by rain. you'd got caught in a storm on your run, too distracted to remember to check the weather app before leaving. you were already a couple miles away when the skies opened up and unleashed hell upon you.

his eyes followed your gaze and murmured an ah when he saw that it was indeed raining. he stood, lips quirking into small a trademark kisame smirk.

“you’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”

you don’t know why but his words burned a fire through you. partly it was arousal, the phrase you’re soaked typically meant something very different coming from him - but it also pissed you off. he broke up with you, didn’t even want to have a conversation about it, was slowly moving his shit out - and then wanted to show up and be nice? flirty?

asshole.

“i got it.” you reply coolly, letting the inferno in your veins take over. he wanted to be unfair, give you mixed signals? fine. two could play that game.

you slowly reached behind you, feigning soreness, and peeled your drenched tank top off, tossing it carelessly to the side. your sports bra was also wet but not dripping, so you left it alone. your running shorts came next, dropping to your feet with a loud wet noise before you casually stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

you refused to even acknowledge the man in front of you, knowing that ignoring him would only set him off further. you could feel him staring at you, could see his back straighten out of the corner on your eye, and you just knew he was clenching his jaw - gritting his teeth at your obvious display.

good.

“i’m busy, so if you need something - speak now.”

you put your hand on your hip and cocked your head, finally meeting his eye. you couldn’t help the pleased thrill that shot down your spine at the look he was giving you, butterflies immediately making an assault on your insides. he was tense, so so tense, and his dark look met yours angrily.

“seriously?” he asks and you shrug.

“what? it’s my apartment, you said so yourself. i can get as naked as i want, whenever i want.”

kisame narrowed his eyes and took a step toward you.

“you tryna start something here, girlie?”

girlie.

it’s what he used to call you, back when you had first met - back when you were just some obnoxious girl with a crush and he was just some big guy that came around a lot. and now three years later, here you were.

right back at square one.

you snort and roll your eyes before turning to walk to the bedroom, your next words being tossed over your shoulder sassily.

“didn’t want my clothes dripping everywhere. either tell me why you’re here or get your shit and get out.”

you hear heavy footsteps behind you and there’s a part of you that loves it; loves that he’s following you, loves that he’s getting worked up too. good good good.

“you think strippin’ for me while you’re all wet is smart, darlin’?”

you turn to scowl at him, the pet name further stoking the fire in your abdomen, and cross your arms, knowing that you’re making your breasts push up and can’t help but feel triumphant when his eyes dip down to watch your chest heave.

“considering my general nakedness is no longer any of your concern, i don’t see why it matters.”

his face morphs into a snarl that rivals your own and he fully steps into the bedroom, hands clenching at his sides.

“you trying to work me up? piss me off? i thought we agreed to be mature.” his voice rises an octave to mimic yours and you laugh before gesturing around the room, filled with boxes of his clothes.

“we didn’t agree on shit. you decided you wanted to break up so you could move across the country - screw my opinion, who cares - and then you just show up here whenever you want? to do what exactly? you want your shit, take it - but i can do whatever i want whenever i want. if i wanna walk around naked, i’ll do it. if i wanna strip in my living room, i’ll do it. you and your pet names and your hormones can get the fuck out.”

you’re volume had steadily increased through your tirade and you turned your back to kisame, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

you were not going to let him see you cry.

“you think i want this?” he snaps and you whirl around, jaw dropped.

“this was your idea!”

by now your bra was sticking to your skin uncomfortably and you were cold, pissed off, and your body was humming with pleasure at the sight of kisame standing in your bedroom again. your hair was sticking to you, your skin was still damp - you just wanted a warm shower and your comfy sweats.

you didn’t want the mixed signals the man in front of you was giving you.

you didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“it’s not -” he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, jaw working. you roll your eyes and gesture to the door.

“whatever. get out, i need to shower.”

kisame glared at you.

“we ain’t done here.”

this pulls another humorless laugh from you and you easily unzip the front of your sports bra before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the ground.

“yes we are.” you snap, shivering at the cold that assaulted your chest. you turn to walk into the bathroom, not missing the way kisame goes completely still, and almost make it to the door when there’s an arm around your waist and a hand in your hair. his lips are on your ear, his voice sending electricity through you.

“you really think that was a good idea?” his tone is dark, husky, and you close your eyes - your cunt already drenched at the sound of his voice.

“get off.” you snap, thighs automatically clenching together, and kisame makes an agitated noise that you can feel work it’s way through his chest.

“i can smell you, you know. i’m not gonna beg but you’re as needy as i am right now.”

he was right and you hated him for it.

“all of this was your idea, so if you want something from me - yeah, you should beg for it.” you snap over your shoulder, already feeling him harden against you. there’s a pause, and you think he might actually let you go, before you feel his lips on your ear again.

“i miss you.”

his voice is hoarse, rough, and the whimper that leaves you could have been mistaken for a sob.

asshole.

“screw you.” you choke out, hating the way your voice cracks, and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel lips on the top of your head.

“miss you so fuckin’ much. came over here to grab my stuff and you weren’t here. i wanted to talk and then you show up, all wet and dripping and mouthy.”

you whine when you feel him push into you, until your chest meets the wall and he keeps you there, peppering your hair and neck with kisses.

“just let me feel you, one more time. you’re so fuckin’ soft and pretty, i’ll be gentle i promise.”

his words send molten honey through you, and you feel your anger start to melt away - the remnants of it curling into your belly, arousal shooting through you and lighting every nerve you have on fire.

“kisame -” you whisper, gasping when you feel teeth scrape your neck and arching back when he groans.

“shit darlin’ - let me touch you, please baby, you smell so fuckin’ good.”

you’ve never heard him like this before, this needy and breathless, and the power trip it’s giving you wipes your brain of any kind of coherent thought.

“you can touch me but y-you can’t fuck me.” you whisper and kisame groans into your hair, hand already trailing to your underwear.

“you want me to make you cum? shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty -”

and then his hand pushes into your underwear, finger sliding between your folds easily and you arch against him as a pitiful moan escapes your throat.

“shit, shit - that’s it baby, just let me take care of you. so fuckin’ mouthy with me - you’re all pent up. just cum on my fingers baby, let me take care of you.”

kisame pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a curse, and you groan as he works you slowly. you clench pathetically around him, trying to suck him in faster, but he keeps up his brutally slow pace and keeps whispering sin into your ear as you feel your orgasm slowly build.

“you feel so fuckin’ good darlin’ - fuck i’ve missed you. wanna feel you cum for me, cum for me one more time baby.”

you whine and start to grind into his hand, wanting him to go faster, and start to pant when you feel the familiar burn start to rage hell in your tummy.

“faster, kisame, please.” you whimper and he hums, chest rumbling against your back. his starts working his fingers faster, twisting and spreading them as he finger fucks you, while grinding his cock into your ass. you curse and whine - almost there, almost there -

and then his other hand shoots down and finds your clit with ease and you’re toppling over the edge, pulsing around his fingers.

“kisame, fuck - kisame.”

he fucks you through it, fingers never letting up on their assault, until you’re sagging against the wall - only being held up by his body pressing into yours. you blink, slowly coming back to your senses, and manage to turn around to face him. his hands slip out of your underwear and he rests them against the wall behind you. your chest heaves with effort and you squirm, your slick already sliding down your thighs.

kisame grins at you and leans forward, nose brushing yours.

“looks like you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel.”

you scowl, his joke not lost on you, and jut your chin up.

“tell me why you broke up with me.”

kisame cocks his head and sighs, pushing himself off the wall, obviously done talking. you shrug and flip your still wet hair over your shoulder, once again eyeing his hard on.

“or don’t. guess i’ll just shower by myself.”

kisame whips his head to glare at you and you smile sarcastically, waving him off.

“thanks for the orgasm, don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

you turn and walk into the bathroom, going to shut the door but pausing when a large hand stops it from swinging shut. you watch as kisame enters before closing the door behind him, casually removing his shirt.

“fine, but only if i get to actually fuck you.”

"you first.” you sass, and kisame tuts at you.

“shower sex, then we’ll talk. okay?”

you watch him warily for a moment, not believing him, but he holds his hands up in surrender.

“i promise, darlin’.”

you stare at him for a beat and nod before turning to start the water, turning it on hot.

“okay.” you agree and then there are lips on your ear again, arms snaking around your waist, and you can’t fight the small smile that spreads across your face..

“okay.”

#i don't know why but i love the drama #the fighting and making up is just so .... chefs kiss #and then you and kisame fuck for hours and then get back together and all is well #kisame prompts #kisame smut #kisame x you #kisame x reader #kisame hoshigaki x reader #kisame hoshigaki x you #ask ask ask

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reidamancy · 4 years

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skinny tie || spencer reid

summary: It’s Spencer’s first day back at work after your honeymoon and you can’t seem to keep your hands off of him... or his damn tie. (husband!spencer reid x fem!reader)

category: fluff... lots of domestic fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is my first fluff on here and idk how i feel about it lmao. i honestly think i’m better at writing angst but i literally think about spencer’s ties all the time, so i put it into writing! lmk what you think!

MASTERLIST

The blaring of the alarm clock awakened both you and Spencer from your deep sleep. You groaned and wrapped the blanket around you tighter as he went to turn off the alarm and turn on a nearby lamp.

“Why do you have to work so early?” You groaned.

He returned to his spot on the bed and you took the opportunity to roll over and curl up next to him. He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple. “What? You don’t miss waking up at 6 every morning?”

You narrowed your eyes at him before rolling them. He laughed and placed another kiss on your forehead, which caused a smile to form on your face as well. You placed a hand on his chest and leaned towards his face. “Mm, well you better get ready. Don’t want to be late on your first day back.” You cooed into his ear.

Spencer visibly swallowed. You giggled at the effect you had on him and laid back on your pillow so he could get up. Spencer rubbed his eyes and yawned before quickly getting out of the bed and into the shower.

You dozed into a light slumber while he showered, the soft noise of the water lulling you to back to sleep. You hadn’t even realized you were sleeping until the clinging sounds of Spencer’s clothes hangers awakened you. You sighed in content and finally got up from the bed. “Good morning again, sleeping beauty.” He teased.

You laughed while you rubbed your eyes. “I don’t have to work for a few more hours, I think I deserve some extra sleep.” You quickly stretched and made your way over to your husband.

Spencer continued to get dressed until you were standing right in front of him. You took a moment to admire his half-dressed state. His unbuttoned dress shirt hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing his chest. Spencer smirked as he watched your eyes rake down his body, admiring the view. His slacks clung to his hips, dangerously low, and you noticed his belt draped on the back of a nearby chair. You bit your lip as your gaze went lower and lower until you noticed his socks.

“Spence, your socks don’t match.”

In the low light provided by the lamp Spencer had previously turned on, it was hard to tell what color Spencer’s socks were. But they definitely weren’t the same.

He looked down at his feet and exclaimed, “What? Yes they do!”

You shook your head as you went over to turn on the lights. A soft brightness illuminated the room and revealed a red sock on one of Spencer’s feet and a green sock on the other. Spencer ran a hand through his hair as he chuckled.

“Oops, oh well.” He shrugged.

You playfully rolled your eyes before walking back over to him. As you were approaching, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the simple gesture. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and smiled up into his eyes. Spencer’s lips curled into a smile as he gazed down at you lovingly.

Laughter rumbled in both of your chests as the two of you both pulled the other in closer. The two of you admired each other, soaking in the moment and getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.” Spencer whispered.

Your arms traveled down from his neck to rub his exposed chest. “I love you too, Spencer.” You placed a kiss on his lips as your fingers ghosted their way down his abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You broke the kiss when you felt Spencer shiver, smirking at his reaction to your touch. Your hands continued their descent until they reached the bottom of his dress shirt. You smiled as you began to button him up.

Your movements were slow and sultry as you worked your way up his shirt, one button at a time. You felt your heart fluttering in your chest as you felt the heat radiating off his body. Spencer’s hands never left your waist, and the sheer proximity of your bodies only contributed to the intimate ambiance.

When you finished, Spencer began to tuck in his shirt and put on his belt. You stepped back and excitedly asked, “Can I choose your tie?”

He chuckled and nodded.

You giddily walked over to his closet and sifted through his selection of ties. You settled on one of your favorites, a dark charcoal skinny tie. You practically skipped over to Spencer and draped the tie around his neck. “I’ve always wanted to do this!”

Spencer laughed. “Then why didn’t you just say so?” His hands were on your hips again and you blushed.

“We weren’t married yet.”

Spencer furrowed his brows in confusion and you giggled. “It’s just different now.” You explained with a smile. You brought a finger up to his nose and lightly booped it. His nose scrunched at the action as you both giggled.

As you went to tie his tie, you encountered a problem. You realized that you actually had no idea how to. You glanced up at Spencer then tried to mask your confusion as you fumbled with the fabric.

“Y/N... do you know how to tie a tie?” Spencer asked, teasingly.

“Shut up, I’m learning.”

You wrapped the tie, made loops with the tie, fed the ends through those loops, but to no avail. You were no where close to tying it properly. Spencer looked down at the mess of knots you made and laughed.

“Hey, no! This was supposed to be romantic! Let me just-” You stuck your tongue out in concentration as you tried one last method. You pulled on the tie and...

The entire thing fell apart.

Spencer laughed and you huffed. “Y/N, look.” He took the tie from your hands and slowly tied it as you attentively watched.

“You cross it over, bring this over here, pull it up, then feed it through this loop.” He explained, emphasizing each step.

“Wait, wait, let me do this part!” You grabbed his tie and pulled, tightening it against his neck and satisfyingly completing his look. “Is that too tight?” You whispered.

Spencer shook his head. “It’s perfect.” He pecked your cheek.

Your cheeks flushed as you said, “I’ll get it next time!”

Spencer smiled. He pulled you into a bear hug and rested his head in the crook of your neck. He turned towards your ear and lowly whispered, “Mm, I’d much rather you take it off.”

You immediately backed away and lightly slapped his shoulder. “Spencer!” You scolded.

He let out a laugh as you sarcastically shook your head. “You have work, mister.” You pointed a finger chided him.

“It’s Doctor.” He corrected.

You beamed at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed at this point, he was just too cute.

Spencer smiled back at you before quickly throwing on a jacket and leaving your shared bedroom. You followed him into the living room and grabbed his satchel for him. He went through a mental checklist of everything he needed for work and nodded to himself when he had everything. He reached for his satchel in your hands but you stopped him.

“Wait, you’re forgetting something!”

Spencer looked at you in confusion. Without warning, you grabbed his tie and gently pulled him down into a sweet kiss.

You got on your tip toes to meet him in the middle as your lips collided. Your noses slightly bumped at the unexpected action, but Spencer quickly adjusted. His hands went up to cradle your face, pulling you towards him, while yours stayed on his tie. You tugged a little harder on it, closing any distance between you, and enjoying the leverage you had on him. Your lips moved in sync as you both breathed each other in. He hummed in satisfaction and you slowly pulled away.

As your eyes fluttered open, you saw each other’s flushed cheeks as you let out heavy breaths. Smiles adorned your faces as you bit your lip.

He pulled you back for a quick peck on the lips then let you go.

You tried to ignore the buzzing of your lips as you handed him his satchel.

Spencer slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the door. He turned towards you once more.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” He beamed. He held on to the straps of his satchel and toyed with his lip, no doubt feeling the same buzz you were. He walked towards the door, but before he could make his way out, you called out to him.

“Have a good day at work, Dr. Reid!”

“You too, Mrs. Reid!”

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cryptdragonsims · 2 years

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Academy D.Va Set

We’re back in business, bitch

I’m back with more CC! I’ve been working on this set for over like, a year,, it’s not great, I’m new to making custom content. I hope you like it.

It took so long because, since my last (and first (and only)) piece of CC, I graduated high school, got a job, got laid off from said job, moved out of my mom’s house into my first apartment, got a new job where I get to work from home, and suffered a death in the family that put me out of commission for a while. It’s been a bit of an adventure,, haha

What we’re NOT gonna talk about is how I misspelled “academy” in the skirt preview image. Shut up you saw nothing

Download info under the cut~

Academy Hair

Has a whopping 95 swatches!! Including base game EA, quertysims modified maxis palette, pixelore dust palette, and simandy puppycrow palette! (all made with their handy dandy photoshop recolor actions)

Requires Outdoor Retreat; once again, as of right now I don’t know how to make things base gamne compatible, so if anyone knows how to do that, PLEASE let me know lmao

Hat compalible

Bonus piece of CC I didn’t make an image for is her socks!! It’s available in the folder too

File name is saved under my old username, GrayDragonSims. It’s the correct file, I just didn’t want to have to port everything over onto a new one with the new name. Ignore that lmao

D O W N L O A D (sfs) | thanks to @pixelore and @qwertysims and @simandy the recolor actions <3

If anyone wants a list of the CC used in my D.Va sim, let me know!

#sims 4 #ts4 download #ts4 #ts4cc #hair cc #sims 4 overwatch #overwatch #cryptdragonsims #skirt cc #shirt cc #cc sets

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spiked-tea-writing · 3 years

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

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Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

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