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offical-ouroboros · 2 months

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Someone pointed out the pure ease there is in yandere unknown and I absolutely approve of that oh my god

(Mostly rambling, what I feel a romantic relationship with it would be like at the bottom)

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Between all the calm, normal interactions suggesting its stalked it's victims, or maybe can have more human looking forms to blend in

"Why so nervous tonight?" UGHHH THE GROWL AT THE ENDDDD 😻😻🤤🤤

"I lived in dungeons long forgotten." Could lead to it easily becoming very clingy and possessive over an interest

"I will not be denied my happiness." MORE EVIDENCE THAT THIS THING COULD 100% BECOME FERAL AND OBSESSED

He's got me wondering if he's actually fully sentient COMMUNICATION WISE

Like how with SCP-939, it's up for debate if they KNOW what they're saying if they mimic voices, or if they just do it, but what they repeat is somewhat relevant to what's happening.

>calling out while in a search

>getting aggressive/defensive when alerted

>screaming when chasing

It seems like the Unknown is somewhat similar, specifically so far with mori lines referencing to pain or the one that tells you to just die.

When it's walking around, it engages like an actual human (kinda), asking questions and such to start a convo/lure people in closer to it

There's also this freaky kinda effect that goes on when you Dispel its hallucinations where it kinda brings your FOV in and the audio gets a bit. Adore that. Watching your character just like... Reach a hand out to its chest... Before the hallucination disappears.

You already KNOW I'm doing more than dispelling his form 🙏

♡~

Can just imagine this thing curling up around you with its contortionist body just doing its best to mock affection it might've seen or heard before.

Arms and legs wrapped around your body, nuzzling you, making weird off-putting purring sounds and, if you're a freak like me, maybe even trying to kiss you, but it's not really... Good at it... So it just kinda presses its face to yours.

I like the idea of it taking on forms of people or things it's killed, so go on! Pick your favorite survivor! He'll kill them and steal their appearance for you!

Hearing little distorted "Love... You."s is also so freaking cute, just having him pick up various nicknames or phrases for an interest

Ofc this is mostly romantic, but could just as easily be platonic. I'm just sick of seeing monsters not get romantic love.

Do I think that he could actually love someone?

Ye-no.

If it happens, there's 2 ways I see it going.

option a. You engage first. For whatever ungodly reason, you decide you like this thing. You like how it acts, its voice, just think he's hot.

At first it... Would most definitely reciprocate. As best it can. You get shocked, or don't react and pursue more- Doesn't matter. It doesn't actually like you back. It just wants you dead. Needs to fill that 'insatiable hunger' it has.

But... Hm. Now it feels... Mean. Why did you act like that?

Huh? You like it? You LOVE it? You don't even know it!!

... Well, maybe it can give this affection thing a try.

Next time you see it, it goes easy on you. Awkwardly watches. Waits. If you don't do anything, or just ignore it, he goes back to hunting down and tormenting other survivors. But you still linger in the trial...

If you seem scared of it now, it comforts you. Tries to.

Things go better if you're the freeze type of scared and not the fight or flight type.

Though, it's not against chasing you down, incapacitating you, and then just holding as it struggles to say things to soothe it.

It just wants you to know it's friendly! Despite... You... Bleeding to death.

But!

Again, it feels kinda bad about how the last time it saw you went, so this time it doesn't hurt you!

if you're still lovey after the betrayal, things go great! Mostly.

Everyone else is incredibly fucked though. He's gonna mori the hell out of them. Just for you!!!

Wait. Just for you?

Huh. It... Feels good about that.

You should thank it! Right? Everyone else is gone- Now the two of you can spend time together!

You still like it right.

option b. Youuu... Are normal. You're so totally normal. You don't engage first, you play how you're supposed to, you hopefully get out with maybe a few major injuries but so do most people.

Eventually, for some reason, it's not yet crippling but still horrible loneliness catches up, and it chooses you as it's interest.

Maybe you were nice. Maybe you looked cute. Maybe it enjoyed killing you before. Maybe you were just slightly better to it than anyone else in the games it was in, and it appreciated

Well, now you're screwed.

Everyone else is getting killed. You're getting trapped in an embrace. It's probably going to let the entity kill you as the game times or, or he's going to get impatient enough with you struggling to just mori you.

In either scenario, it gets addicted. Giving it affection, struggling- It doesn't really matter. Being near you makes it happy. It likes how you feel, smell, look, everything about you- Even your imperfections. I mean, look at it. Is that an ideal human? No!

Hey, stop fighting. Stop struggling- Did you just try to bite it?

Just calm down.

Don't make it hurt you again. It didn't like how that made it feel.

So to him, you're probably divine.

Empty husks for eyes just looklooklooklooklooking at you.

Craving your attention.

Hold it. Coddle it. Pet it. Kiss it. Love it. Hate it. Hurt it. Say whatever you want. Do anything you want.

Just stay with it. Feed it's unyielding hunger.

It's not like he's letting you escape now.

Not after being alone for so long.

#sleep deprived rambles under the cut #dbd #dbd killer #dbd unknown #monster lover #exophelia #monster fucker #i want this man carnally #slight fanfiction #idk #started rambling because im so in love #lets start the tags #dbd unknown x reader #unknown x reader #dead by daylight #rambles

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chipistrate · 8 months

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Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freddy Fazbears Balloon Circus!

After an array of previous undisclosed incidents at the Mega Pizzaplex, ending with the sudden collapsing of the building due to an unexpected earthquake, Fazbear Enterprise has demolished the old mall and rebuilt a new and improved carnival on the property! But just because the attractions above ground have been overhauled, doesn't mean the secrets beneath the surface have magically disappeared.

Reblogs appreciated!

MANY more rambles about this AU under the cut: would much appreciate if you read them, but there's no obligations!

EVERYTHING HERE IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE!! This AU has just been pieced together by my insane ramblings to my friend over the past few days, so everything in it's early stages of development, and this post is being written VERY late while I'm very sleep deprived and just trying to finish it in time to schedule it! If some things are a bit weird or inconsistent then please keep that in mind! Thank you! :D

Gregory, Vanessa, and Freddy all return to the now renovated lot where the Pizzaplex once stood, having been called back two years after their last failed visit too save a long lost friend, too repair their old creation known at the M.X.E.S after it was suddenly and unexplainably shut down again. Upon entering the new-ish carnival, they'll quickly find it hard to safely look for the entrance to the layers below as the friendly mascot suits above chase after them for being unwanted guests.

Above ground, they're hunted by the mascots- new suits built for both performers and endoskeletons to be able to wear. This night, controlled by corrupted endoskeletons, they've been ordered to chase after the intruders by someone lurking below the carnivals ground. As well as finding the littler animatronics, known as Balloon Babies, to be quite the inconvenience.

Below ground, they're hunted by the old Glamrocks, still functional after all this time, and now under a new threats command that's also trying to keep the 3 star family from reaching M.X.E.S; Vannie. Aka, Cassie. Still here in the ruins of it all, waiting for the her perfect moment to lure the family back in and get her revenge for what they did to her all those years ago.

The mascots are the new faces of the Freddy Fazbears Balloon Circus, their costumes built to be worn by both endoskeletons and actors- but in a safer way than the springlock suits. The actors are used during the day for greeting and interacting with guests, putting on performances, etc etc. While the endoskeletons are used at night as a replacement for security guards and STAFF bots, kindly, but forcefully, escorting any intruders off the premises. Under Vannie's control they, of course, are much less kind and gentle with how they "escort" the 3 star fam out of the carnival.

Balloon Babies are smaller, almost Helpy-like animatronics in appearance, built to keep lost and lonely children happy and entertained while waiting for their guardian to arrive. They can't speak, but they can play song, games, sound effects, blow up balloons with their fingertips, etc etc. They found Gregory after he had been forcefully split up from Vanessa and Freddy by the mascots, and upon the family reuniting, the Balloon Babies more annoying feature kicked in: The Emergency Alert System. Whenever a child they are playing with is approached by an odd looking adult or other figure that seems like they could be a potential threat to the child's safety, whether that be a kidnapper, unfit guardian, bully, etc. the Balloon Babies will use their emergency alert system to call one of the mascots over and deal with the threat, kindly guiding the threat away and bringing the kid to a safer area away from potential danger where they can stay with staff until a proper guardian arrives. The Balloon Babies had decided in their time with Gregory that Vanessa and Freddy were unfit guardians for leaving Gregory scared and alone this late at night, and any time Vanessa and/or Freddy is nearby, their alert system will sound off and call a mascot to their location. The problem, other than the obvious, is that the Balloon Babies are fixated on Gregory. They will always be attracted to him and find their way back to him no matter what, with the only exception being when he's under ground. Which means that, until they can find a way to deactivate or otherwise get rid of these guys, Gregory is forced to be split up from Vanessa and Freddy above ground, and regroup underground.

The only exception is Goldie, a soft yellow version of the Freddy Balloon Baby that doesn't follow the others. Goldie is the only one of the Balloon Babies that can go underground, Vannie specifically programming him to be able to do so. He follows Vannie around and provides her with much needed company, being her only real friend down here besides Roxy. Later on, Gregory will find Goldie, but instead of calling for the mascots whenever Vanessa is near, he'll send out a signal to distract the other Balloon Babies away from Gregory so they won't call for the mascots or overwhelm him. Goldie can tell that Vanessa and Freddy are fit guardians that love Gregory very much, and can also tell that they're afraid of the mascots, though he can't compute why- it's his job to make sure that kids and their families are safe, so he's doing his best to ensure their safety however he can. Later on, Vannie will come looking for her friend after a long period of time of him being away and find him with the 3 star family, causing more conflict between the two parties that Goldie can't understand- Cassie and Gregory are supposed to be friends, aren't they? That's what Cassie said. Friends aren't supposed to fight each other, they're supposed to protect each other. That's what Goldie believes, at least.

Random trivia;

-Gregory, Freddy, and Vanessa have been living together for about 3 years now. 1 year by the time of Ruin, and 2 years after the fact leading up to Balloon Circus.

-Cassie has been gaslit into thinking that all the stuff Dr. Rabbit did was actually Gregory himself with no outside influence, only fueling her want for revenge, not only for the elevator incident, but everyone he hurt. This will affect Gregory greatly(he has not 100% recovered and this Does Not Help).

-Cassie still doesn't fully trust the Mimic, despite being under its influence. She let the M.X.E.S stay up after the 3 star family put it back up after Ruin despite Mimic's demands for her to shut it down again, assuring him it was "part of her plan". She wasn't entirely lying, shutting down the M.X.E.S was how she wanted to lure the family back, but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't also partially because she wanted to keep "that old endo" sealed away. He's not completely free from fault either.

-Gregory and Vanessa both have chips implanted in their heads, it's how Dr. Rabbit and Vanny took over way back when. Those same chips gave them VR vision, but the chips have since been "domesticated" and can't go full VR mode anymore. Despite this fact, they do still have a few side effects of the VR vision, such as some walls and objects simply not existing, despite them looking perfectly normal and real. They can phase through them without trouble, and this helps them navigate the Balloon Circus, becauseeeeeee;

-Cassie was there during the construction of the circus and set up VR walls in certain spaces to help her hide out and travel around undetected, even during the day. The 3 star family can also use these now as an easier way of navigating through the circus, but also as a way to hide from the mascots and even sometimes the Balloon Babies.

-The entrance to the underground levels is behind a VR wall, but it's one set up by the construction workers so the patrons wouldn't notice it. The reason an intentional opening is there is because the new entrance is now used as a dumping ground for stuff from random items from the ruins of the Pizzaplex to unused stuff from the circus to anything the employees with access to the area want to throw in there. It's how the ruined Glamrocks ended up there.

-The Glamrocks were being slowly reintroduced to the public, the biggest attraction so far being 'Chica of the Sea', a tent for the underwater hologram show of a prerendered mermaid Glamrock Chica that would swim around, wave at guests, and do a few preset moves that employees could turn on whenever. There's hints of them wanting to reintroduce the others as well that haven't been shown off to the public yet, with the new roles being; Glam Freddy and Bonnie are the co-ringmasters of the main tent where the mascots performances are held, making sure everything runs smoothly. Roxanne is the mascots and glamrocks make up artist, as well as offering to do make up/face paint for any patrons that came by her tent (for a price, of course). And Monty would roam around the circus grounds as a strongman showing off his incredible strength. He also has a tent for this, but he was mostly supposed to roam around and sometimes try and make people swing by his tent, mostly so they would buy his merch.

-Chica being the first to be reintroduced has an effect on her character below ground, with her hearing the news and trying her best to dress herself up in whatever scraps she could find to look like her mermaid counterpart, practicing her singing and dancing despite her condition so she could prove that she could be just as good as the hologram if she just got a few repairs.

-Roxanne is headless, having lost her head in her tussle with the Mimic. But she still has control of both her body and head, carrying around her decapitated head in her arms.

-Vannie/Cassie cares about Goldie soso much that's her new bestie<33 Friendship ended with Gregory, Goldie is new best friend<3 (I'm so sorry Gregory)

-Vannie is also known as Vengeful Vannie, but usually shortened to just 'Vannie'. A callback to the "Vengeful Spirit" aka Cassidy, because I think the parallels between the two are neat<3 (THIS MEANS NOTHING LORE WISE IT'S JUST A NAMING THING.)

-Some of the stuff at Balloon Circus was bought from the carnival mentioned to be across the street from the Pizzaplex in the TFTPP epilogues, and rebranded to fit with the new Fazbear theming

I wanna talk more about these guys later- not sure what else exactly to do with them, but if anybody has any questions then feel free to send 'em to my inbox! I'll be more than happy to reply to the best of my abilities<3

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thinkingrocks · 3 months

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vox's life: headcannons

im an electrical engineer and i have opinions on this character. moral of the story: don't fuck with CRT capacitors, shits scary

i have a lot of Vox thoughts, or Voughts, and i will be rambling about them at legnth under the cut.

TLDR: he invented zuckerberging. also i see his "canon" death date of 1950s and respectfully disagree. its way funnier if he died the year widespread television became a thing. the fruits of his labor were all for naught etc etc

1928: Vox was in college as an electrical engineer when the first ever live TV Demo happened, and I think he was immediately obsessed with it. Decided he'd do anything to work with TV. He and his friend/roommate at the time went full tilt into learning about TVs and working on them, and by the time they graduated, they had the beginnings of what would be a very profitable company.. together.

1930s: Out of the two of them, Vox has the better social skills(relative), so he's the one who talks to investors and handles that part of the business, though he still works on some tech. He decides he likes talking to people, marketing, manipulating, being a little showman. I like to think this ties into that one trivia fact that he likes watching commercials.

early 1940s: He starts wondering why he's splitting half of this company(HIS company) with some guy who can't even bother to attend business meetings. Tensions start rising, he starts using some of that handy manipulation skill he honed in business on his friends

1945: Tensions break. Through less than legitimate means, he steals the company out from under his partner. His partner threatens to go start his own, since he did the majority of the tech work. We can't have that. Vox doesn't kill him himself, imo, because he is kind of allergic to getting his hands dirty. He revs up that media training and uses it to create a smear campaign so brutal and widespread that his former partner offs himself. Problem solved

Late 1940s: Vox starts getting paranoid about people trying to steal his empire from him, funny that. He starts trying to do everything himself, because he doesn't trust anyone. Starts losing a lot of sleep, getting a little insane but its fine man. Don't worry about it.

1947: Sleep deprived, paranoid, and working on a final prototype model due soon, he electrocutes himself because you shouldn't fuck with CRT capacitors. Wakes up in hell with electricity powers and a CRT head because it's hilarious.

Alastor: Yeah we all know what we're here for. I don't think they ever met in life, but I definitely think Vox knew of him. Alastor was actively broadcasting during the 20s up until his death in 1933, and college student Vox I think listened to a lot of radio while studying and working. I also think in the later years, Alastor was never technically caught as a serial killer, but "hey I think that radio guy was that one killer, cuz he stopped broadcasting right after he stopped killing" was like one of those insane conspiracy statements you'd say to get a laugh at parties, but Vox always secretly kind of believed it, and was VERY vindicated in hell.

I am fully prepared for actual canon to contradict all of this but that's fine because it means they finally had to get season 2 out.

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vees #fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel art #art

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tealmaskmybeloved · 2 months

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Toxic Consequences AU Animatic is Finally Done!

Artist rambles/explanations under the cut

1. Anything that is silhouette is from Kieran's pov or mind, whether it's a dream, or how he views a certain experience or person. His view on how things went is different than what actually happened.

2. The only exceptions are the part with the silhouettes of the Loyal 3 on the signboard with the Ogre (and kinda the Loyal 3 in general). This is due to the signboards looking like that in canon, plus I'm lazy XD.

3. After the initial deal, the colors in the animatic have a purple-ish tint to them, as well as Dokutaro having color. This is intentional.

4. The dream/flashback sequences have more color than the rest of the animatic, again this is intentional.

5. Giratina has a role in the AU, which once I finish the details, I'll explain later. But for now, he can only observe.

6. Kieran has his hairstyle change through time as Dokutaro influences him more.

7. This animatic took like a week to make and I despised every second of it.

8. Dokutaro actually has a backstory here. And while I didn't like how the old couple was in canon, I decided to have fun with it here.

9. Please ignore any animation errors, I'm extremely sleep-deprived as of writing this

10. Also it's my birthday today hehehehe

#pokemon #pecharunt #pokemon kieran #mochi mayhem #pokemon dlc #kieran pokemon #the loyal 3 #rival kieran #dokutaro #pokemon dokutaro #pokemon ogerpon #pokemon fezandipiti #pokemon okidogi #pokemon munkidori #animatic #toxic consequences au

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 6 months

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Pregnant Reader - Part 4

Cravings (For Food, For Melissa)

Thank you to everyone who has liked and commented and reblogged this series so far (and an extra thank you to those of you who have even asked for more!)

What started out as a one shot has now turned into a little 5 part series. I'm not entirely sure when I'll manage to finish part 5, but I'll get there! (And to those of you who left prompts - I will also get there with them!)

Anyway, enough rambling - links to the previous parts of this little mini series below and part 4 under the cut. :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You smile as Melissa puts your lunch bag down on the table in front of you, chuckling as promptly turns her chair around to face the opposite way before sitting down. It wasn’t the first time. At home there had been a number of occasions when the combinations you had been craving had made her want to vomit.

Barb, sat at the table with you both, watches with interest. “Did you two argue?”

“Nope,” replies Melissa. “I just don’t wanna see this.”

The other woman continues to watch as you open up your lunch, lifting the lids on the various containers within and starting to create your cravings masterpiece.

“That…puts my cravings to shame,” admits the kindergarten teacher. “That…”

“Is an abomination to all that is edible,” finishes the red head.

You just smile as you take a bite of your creation. Admittedly, your smile is aimed more at the fact that as disgusting as Melissa finds it, she’s the one who packed your lunch that day, albeit packing the components separately. She loves you, but putting those ingredients together is something she just won’t do for anyone.

“You are gonna love me!” grins Melissa as she closes the front door behind her.

“I already do!” you call through from the sofa where you’re trying to get comfortable.

“I got ‘em!” she grins as she appears in the doorway, waving the bag of chips at you. Propped on her hip she also holds an almost overflowing grocery bag. “I got ‘em all!”

“I do love you,” you manage through the tears that threaten to steal your words. You had been unable to settle, finally getting out of bed some time around 2am. It had been the opening of closing of every cupboard in the kitchen that roused a sleepy Melissa around an hour later.

Half asleep she had wrapped herself around you, her front pressed to your back, eventually cajoling you into admitting what you were looking for. Barely a few minutes later she had donned her jacket and had her car keys in hand.

“Melissa no, you can’t go out at this time.”

She had merely smirked. “Either I try and get these or we both you you’ll be pacing the floors all night and I won’t be able to sleep either.” With a peck to your cheek, she was gone.

But now she was back, dropping down onto the sofa next to you. You smile as she tucks herself into your side, kissing the top of her head. “How many stores did you have to go to to find them?”

She shrugs. “A few.”

You shake your head, knowing that a few probably meant every store that was open within a five mile radius. “You know I would have survived without them, right?”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be happy without them,” she says, reaching to open the bag of chips. She pops one in her mouth, screwing up her face at the flavour. “And you can have all of them.”

You chuckle. “Sure you don’t want another one?”

“Wouldn’t wanna deprive you and that little Tesoro you’re carrying,” she replies, her head coming to rest on your shoulder as her arm snakes around and comes to rest protectively across your bump.

It melts your heart every time she calls the baby by a fond little nickname, and she has plenty of them. The closer to the time of her arrival it gets, the more Melissa seems to do it, and you’re quite sure she’s unaware she’s doing it.

Feeling Melissa leaning more heavily against you, you twist your head to catch a look at her face. Eyes closed and mouth slightly open, she’s already in a deep sleep. With a smile, you reach and manage to catch the edge of the blanket that had been draped over the arm of the couch. Tucking it around the two of you, you try and crunch as quietly as you can as you continue to tuck into the fruits of Melissa’s midnight cravings snack run.

You’re aware of what you’re doing, almost painfully so. And you also know that Melissa has to have noticed it to. Neither of you would be considered the cuddliest of people, but you’re more tactile with each other than you are with anyone else. At this point, the touches exchanged between you are almost second nature, a hand on your back here, playing with the ends of Melissa’s flaming hair as she sits close, her hand resting on your thigh if you’re sat next to her. It’s never anything too obvious, but subtle and reassuring.

Or at least, it had been reassuring until you started to feel the effects of certain hormones. You had read that there was a possibility that during certain phases of your pregnancy when you might feel more horny than you normally would. You’d shrugged it off. So you might feel a little more turned on than usual, nothing you couldn’t handle.

What you hadn’t been prepared for was being horny all the time. Every little touch felt like it burned. The friction of your own pants could be enough to drive you to distraction. It was absurd. Humiliating. Especially when you had never felt less attractive in your life.

You felt huge and gross and swollen and sore. You try to tell yourself that the way Melissa looks at you has not changed, but when you look in the mirror, it’s difficult. You look like an inflated version of yourself. Your curves feel grossly emphasised by the ever growing life inside of you. It doesn’t help that nothing feels like it fits. Or at least, none of your usual go to outfits. No, anything you wear now comes from the maternity section and makes you feel fat and frumpy.

It's that feeling that has you shying away from Melissa’s touches, finding reasons to keep your distance. You hate it. Miss her even when you’re laying right next to her. In bed one night, you feel her press a kiss to the back of your clothed shoulder where you lay facing away from her.

“You want anything before I turn the light off?”

The way you shrug away from her doesn’t go unnoticed, and as you turn to answer her question you clearly see the hurt on her face before she manages to hide it. She forces a smile and shifts away from you. This time, however, rather than letting her, you reach out and catch her arm.

With no small effort, you sit up, turning to face her. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” she asks, the false smile never leaving her lips.

“’Lissa,” you sigh. “I know you’ve noticed. And I’m sorry. It’s not because I don’t want you to touch me, it’s because I feel…I feel like I’m on fire! Every little touch sets me ablaze and I feel like I’m going to explode!” You take a deep breath, stilling your gesturing hands. “I want it so bad, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you. Like this is all hormones and you’re just scrathing an itch. But I also don’t want to want to like I do because I feel a mess. A huge, swollen, sore, gross, sweaty mess.”

You’re not sure when the tears started but by the end of your little tirade your breath is coming in hiccupping gulps and you’re sniffling as tears stream down your face. You don’t fight when Melissa tugs you to her side, accepting the handkerchief she holds out in front of you.

“You know I still find you beautiful, right?” she asks.

Your response is a snort. A very ugly, wet snort. “I’m a snotty, snivelling mess,” you grumble.

She shakes her head, shifting so you can see her face. “No, you’re beautiful and I love you.” She leans in to kiss you. It’s soft and it’s gentle until suddenly its not. She leaves you breathless, your hands clutching her shirt. “Still feel like you’re on fire?”

“All the damn time,” you hiss.

She kisses you again but can feel your hesitation. You’re holding back, and she knows it. Twisting to face you, she leans her forehead against your own. “Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

You hesitate still, trembling with need. Pulling back, you look into those green eyes you love so much. See the fire there. See the love. “Please,” you whisper, whimpering when she presses her lips to yours once more.

You felt you should have known she’d make you feel amazing. And not just physically. She’s constantly checking in, reassuring you. Somehow, she knows that tonight, you need her close. That you need the comfort of her lips on your own, to be able to see everything she feels written plainly on her face. It takes a little bit of figuring out, finding new ways that work, experimenting with new angles, all the while she delights in how much more sensitive you are. You take your own delight in the still being able to please her, revelling in each sound that pours from her lips, in every hitch of her breath, of how she clings to you as she comes undone.

For the first time in weeks, as you lie together afterwards, you feel settled. With Melissa pressed against your back, her hand resting against your bump you are sated and settled, as is she, and the life growing within you. “I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you before.”

She nuzzles against the back of your neck. “You talked to me tonight.”

You cover her hand with your own, lacing your fingers together. “But I should have talked to you before, not pushed you away. That wasn’t fair on you. You’ve had to deal with all my other cravings, now you have to deal with my cravings for you too.”

You feel her smirk against your skin as she chuckles. “I watched you put lime jello in a salad the other day, believe me, this craving is way easier to handle than some of the things I’ve watched you eat recently.”

#melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader

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wandaspetal · 9 months

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Late Night Talking

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (past), Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Friends to Lovers, College AU

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, flirting teasing, mention of insomnia, anxiety and stress, jealousy, and huge fat warning college, some angst with happy ending

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: If you’re feeling down Wanda wants to make you happier baby

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses she/they pronouns. Loosely based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles and my insomnia (surprise surprise). This was written at 3 in the morning and is unedited. Enjoy! :)

At first it was passed off as a quirky trait they had by their friends and family members. Now they were starting to acknowledge how much of problem it is for Y/n to deal with. Hopefully Professor Harkness wouldn’t be on her ass about it. The last time they were here the professor showed an immense amount of concern at the lack of livelihood in them due to their insomnia.

She was becoming somewhat of a concerned mother figure towards her while still maintaining her professionalism.

Thankfully she wasn’t at her desk yet and it was still 5 minutes before class started. As Y/n plopped down into their seat they barely spared the person they sat next to a glance. It wasn’t an auditorium styled classroom it was one of the smaller ones. Only 20 people were in this Psychology class and it was the smallest one the professor had (she has joked about it multiple times).

Wanda couldn’t help but stare. The droopiness in their eyes and bags underneath raised so much concern. The Sokovian cleared her throat and debated giving the gift she had for Y/n now or after class. Her utensils and items she uses for class were all perfectly laid out in front of her.

She quickly reached into her bag deciding she could use Professor Harkness as a distraction in case Y/n didn’t like what she gave them. Wanda removed the plastic bag and slid it towards them.

“What- oh good morning Wanda, don’t forget your stuff.” Their voice was laced with tiredness.

Wanda giggled. Even when they were sleep deprived they were cute. “It’s for you baby.” The pet name slipped out causing both their cheeks to burn.

Y/n cleared her throat and sat up in attempt to straighten their posture but still hunched over the desk a bit to grab the bag. They untied it and looked inside to see an assortment of snacks, a water bottle and two different brands of melatonin. Their cheeks flushed for another reason. Y/n had no clue Wanda had been paying this much attention to her.

“Oh Wanda I’m sorry I- do I bother you during class? Because I can move–”

“None of that.” Wanda shook her head immediately cutting her rambling short. “Whenever I’m sleepy during class it helps me to stay awake to eat or drink in between writing…and because it helps me stay awake, I thought it might help you too…I also used to take these melatonin brands when I had issues sleeping during finals from all the stress and they worked pretty well unless you blatantly ignore the tiredness they cause you like I did at the start of taking them…” Wanda scratched the back of her head, she could not read Y/n’s expression. “Point is, I got this stuff for you because I wanted to help.”

Y/n could not fathom why someone she rarely sees outside of class would do something so kind for them. Kate, Yelena or one of their other friends would do this but Wanda and her only interacted because she briefly dated Natasha until the two decided they were better off as friends. And even then Natasha and her never got that close due to the overwhelming crush Y/n had on her in highschool. But that can be reminisced on another time.

Y/n placed her hand on Wanda’s wrist immediately feeling it relax under her touch. “Wanda, thank you, seriously.” The two shared a smile. “You’re sharing them with me throughout class though.” Wanda began to protest. “I wasn’t asking, Maximoff.” Y/n smirked when her cheeks flushed and a shy “okay.” Reached their ears.

The two shared the snacks during class and Y/n carried the melatonin around with them for the rest of the day. After eating dinner with her roommates she laid in bed for two hours until she glanced at her night stand and saw the melatonin mocking her. Melatonin usually doesn’t work, she’ll feel drowsy then immediately begin to doze off then wake up and be awake for the rest of the night.

They sighed and reached for the melatonin, ripping the package open. “5 milligrams per fruit gummy.” Y/n popped in 4 and hoped for the best.

Their phone buzzed on the bed signaling a text message coming in. Y/n grabbed it without looking and unlocked her phone. The time read 1:20 in the morning which was less worse than usual.

Wanda :D | 1:20 AM

You up?

Y/n forgot Wanda had her number after they (her friends, Natasha and Wanda) all went to the arcade together. Seems Wanda didn’t forget though.

Y/n <3 | 1:23 AM

Yup! Just took the melatonin though so let’s see if it works.

Not even 30 seconds went buy before Wanda’s name popped up on her phone, signaling she was getting a call. Y/n answered, propping herself up against the head board with her pillow for support.

“Hi.” Y/n sang.

“Hello.” Wanda’s accent was pronounced as ever. “I…sorry I called you I just- I wanted to talk to you and hear your voice, I also don’t feel like typing any longer.”

“That’s alright, not like I’m asleep.” Y/n joked with a hint of amusement in their voice.

Wanda chuckled deeply. “That’s true, which one did you take?”

“I’m too lazy to grab it and look but it has a clear packaging with the label on front.”

“Purple top?”

“Yeah.” Y/n grinned.

“Oh cool, I figured you would like gummies more.”

“And what made you think that?”

Wanda twirled her hand between her fingers as she sat at her desk inside her room at her brother’s apartment. “I sort of remembered how you said you enjoy fruit flavored things so…yeah.”

Y/n nodded even though Wanda couldn’t see them. “Yeah well you are what you eat.”

Wanda giggled. “Shut up.”

“Oh okay well I’ll just hang up now.” Y/n said with mock offense and their hand on their chest.

“Stop, no teasing.” She chastised playfully.

“Me tease? Like you weren’t calling me nicknames in class earlier.” Y/n’s chuckle was deep and raspy. After not hearing a response they pulled the phone away from their ear. Then put it back as it said the call was still going. “Hello? Wanda.”

Wanda muted herself and screamed into her pillow then calmly moved her hair out of her face as Y/n questioned where she went. She picked the phone back up and unmuted herself.

“Wanda you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay just wanted you to see how empty your life would be if I hung up on you.”

“You are so–”

“Pretty, smart, amazing–”

“And also annoying.”

“That’s rich– you think I’m pretty?”

Y/n responded without hesitation. “What? Of course you are! Natasha only dates pretty girls and you’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen– dating her aside.”

Wanda’s smile faltered at hearing Natasha’s name. Then returned at full force as Y/n reassured her right after making that comment. Nat and Wanda being in the same friend group was a decision Wanda regrets but also loves. Her friends are some of the best people she has ever met. Once Carol and Nat started dating soon after they broke up Wanda avoided speaking to Natasha as much as possible.

“Sorry, did I make things weird by bringing up the ex…I didn’t mean too.” Y/n was now laid down in bed, snuggled under the covers with her phone to her ear.

“No you didn’t, baby.” She cleared her throat. “Are you feeling sleepy?” Wanda asked, physically resisting the urge to write notes on their current state.

Y/n swooned at the nickname for the second time that day. “Yeah.” She sang. “Are you– wait why are you still up?”

Wanda grins. “I stay up late sometimes when I don’t have plans the next day, it’s like a reward for getting through the day or week.”

“And you decided to use your reward time to call me? Such a sweet girl.”

Wanda giggled, shut off her lamp and laid down in bed under the covers. “I try.” She glanced over to see the clock read 2:30 in the morning. “We both have to try going to sleep now though angel, get some rest for me okay?”

Y/n hummed in response, her heart fluttering at the nickname. “Okay…night.”

Wanda grinned knowing the melatonin was kicking in. “Goodnight angel, sleep well.”

They both hung up and for the first time in a while Y/n got a full eight hours of sleep. Wanda sighed happily and held her phone to her chest. It was clear Y/n needed some guidance, someone to take care of them. Wanda just so happened to have her favorite love language be acts of service, what a coincidence.

Two weeks go by and Y/n’s sleeping habits start getting better at the same time Wanda and her become even closer. Unfortunately some habits take a while to stick.

“It’s not working.” Y/n cries out of stress, feeling physical tears start to come to their eyes. “Finals are right around the corner and I need to have this together or–”

They’re sitting outside in the court yard near the student center. This was the first time Wanda and Y/n have hung out outside of class without their friends around. Wanda places her hand on Y/n’s wrist effectively stopping her speech.

“Yes you will, everything’s gonna be fine baby.”

“But Wan I–”

“Baby? Didn’t know you two were that close.”

Y/n groaned and dropped her head on the metal table at the sound of another persons voice. They were already having a break down outside it’s worse that another person had to come and perceive them. Wanda forced herself to relax instead of snapping at her friends for interrupting. She understands how emotional Y/n feels as it’s how she felt during the summer semester not too long ago. Wanda turned her head to greet them as politely as she could to see Carol’s concerned expression but see Natasha’s eyes bouncing between them both with an emotion Wanda did not like; jealousy.

“Yes we are, that close. In fact I adore Y/n with everything in me and I’m trying to comfort them so now is not the best time–”

“Y/n/n what’s going on baby girl?”

Wanda felt like a hypocrite at the sound of her exes voice. Now she was jealous and looking at Y/n to avoid glaring daggers at Natasha. Her shoulders tensed up at the hand she placed on their back. Wanda nearly smiled as Y/n’s whole body tensed up at the contact.

“Ask Yelena.” Came Y/n’s muffled voice.

Natasha smiled playfully. “I will if she could answer her phone.”

Y/n sat up right and took a deep breath, inching closer to Wanda. She wiped her face as she spoke. “She’s in class today doing a double to catch up and make up for her grade so she won’t be out of class until 5:30 and I made sure her and Kate are doing a buddy system so that they won’t be around after sundown by themselves because we are women on a college campus be fucking for real and use the buddy system whenever you can and however you can….Yelena is also the size of five stacked up toasters, black belt or not buddy system always works.”

They all laughed in a various octaves at her rant.

“That is very true, the buddy system is what works best.” Carol agreed gesturing towards them with her can of soda.

“Can I have some?” Y/n asked with a pout.

“Did you have soda today already?” Wanda asked softly, scooting closer to her.

Y/n shook their head. “No, I want a sip.” She pouted.

“Okay, baby.”

“What’s with the nickname seriously,“ Natasha passed off her comment as a joke with a forced chuckle. “are you two dating?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but Y/n beat her too after handing Carol back her drink. “And what if we are?” They asked.

Wanda beamed at the protectiveness on their voice. “Yeah what if we are.”

“So what if Wanda is the air that I breathe and the water that I drink.” Y/n added with a shrug, pulling the brunette into her side. “I adore her just as much as she does me, if not more.” The sleep deprivation was definitely talking but so what Wanda didn’t seem to mind. Natasha looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with them both.

The brunette giggled and kissed her cheek.

“Well congrats.” Carol added with a grin.

“Thank you fellow lesbian.” Y/n beamed.

Carol threw her head back and laughed. “You’re welcome fellow lesbian.”

They all laughed at the exchange.

The day left and night began, as the clock hit 8 Y/n took their shower and did everything they needed to be done before bed. By the time they took their melatonin it was 11 at night.

They laid down in bed with all the lights off and the quiet thrum of voices coming from the living room as Kate and Yelena worked on a project for a class they had together. Y/n’s phone began to buzz on the night stand. Knowing the only person’s notifications she had on at this time of night she answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey.” Y/n said.

“Hi.” Wanda sung.

“How’s my pretty girl doing?”

Wanda’s cheeks burned as she left her bathroom and moved to lie down in bed. She was stunned into silence and Y/n knew it. They began to laugh.

“Sorry, too much?”

“No, not at all just a shock that’s all.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Wanda got settled down into bed with the lights in her room off and her brother out for the night.

“About that conversation earlier…”

“My breakdown or Natasha’s jealousy?”

Wanda rolled her eyes so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if Y/n heard it through the phone. “Oh god don’t get me started, that was so annoying! And I hated when she started touching you like you two are close and that she speaks to you outside of you and Yelena practically being sisters like don’t touch her!” Wanda huffed.

Y/n giggled so loud she knows her bestfriends heard it. “I didn’t realize she got you so riled up my love.”

“Tell me about it.” Wanda sighed then bit her lip at the sound of their laughter. “But no, before they walked up I wanted to tell you that I understand how you feel and I’m here for you, you’re going to get through this.”

Y/n wished the Sokovian stood in front of her so that she could give her a hug. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Of course angel.”

“You wanna stay on the phone with me tonight? I like the sound of your voice.”

“Well you have to I am your girlfriend now.”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah…” Silence passed between as they both thought over that part of the conversation. “I would actually like for you to be my girlfriend in the future Wanda…I feel like you want the same but I could be wrong–”

“You’re not. I like you so much. Our nightly talks are something I’ve been looking forward to every day since they’ve started….can I take you on a date?”

“Absolutely.”

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Calling Them After You have A Bad Dream Of Them Part One: Shigaraki

Notes: tbh I just saw this idea sitting in my drafts yesterday and suddenly felt motivated to write it between classes so here's a cute lil drabble. send me an ask for any other characters you would want this idea with

Warnings: mentions of nightmares/bad dreams, mentions of kidnapping (very lightly, he thought sm bad happened to you), reader calls Tomura Tomu because I think it's cute and was going for a cutesy reader vibe

Characters involved: Shigaraki Tomura

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Your hand shook around the cold metal of your phone even as you pressed it against your ear.

Long rings echoed from the device, with each sound making a new wave of anxiety surge through your abdomen.

He was fine. You knew that. You had just gotten off of the phone with Tomura a couple hours back and he made it clear he wasn't harmed during their fight against the heroes.

He was safe, just like the rest of the liberation was.

But that dream.

The mere thought of your dream was enough to make shivers wrack your body as you crawled further under your blanket.

The warmth of the soft material helped remotely calm your racing heart but it did nothing to quell the fear consuming you.

You wanted him. You needed him.

You needed to feel Tomura's arms wrap around your form as you buried your nose in his long hair. You needed to have him by your side so you could forget.

Forget about all the blood and decay, forget about the fire and the dust that made you double over in a coughing fit as you watched the heroes take your love away from you. Forget about the screams, about the way blood matted his skin as he screamed for you to-

"Hello?"

The sound of his voice made you jerk up in surprise but you found yourself scrambling to reach your phone a moment later.

"Tomu? Hi! Uh- I-"

You trailed off then, taking in the sound of fabric ruffling on his side of the phone as he no doubt moved around in bed to find the blaring red alarm clock on his bedside.

"It's two am, baby, why are you still up?"

A long yawn followed his question, the sound causing your heart to clench in guilt.

You woke him up. He had spent the entire week restlessly fighting off the heroes and barely had time to blink much less sleep. He was exhausted, and had collapsed almost as soon as the liberation escaped the battleground.

And you were stupid enough to wake him up when he was too tired to even move.

You were stupid. So stupid. You were a problem, a liability. You were useless.

Just like in the dream. You couldn't save him, you couldn't help him, you would just trouble him and be the reason for his demise.

You didn't realise tears were streaming down your face until it was too late and a sob escaped your lips.

You wished Tomura was sleep deprived enough to not hear the sound, but the sharp sounds of fabric from the other side of the phone told you otherwise.

"Baby? What- are you okay? What's going on? Fuck, I knew I should have kept you here with me! Those wretched heroes-"

"Tomu, I'm fine."

You had to raise your voice to make him actually listen to you, but you somehow managed to subdue his panicked rambles.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

Another rustle of fabric, but this time you could hear him moving out of bed.

"I'll be there soon."

"But Tomu-"

He cut the call before you could finish, forcing you to once again curl up on your bed with an annoyed sigh.

By the time you awoke, his fingers were already carding through your hair.

The sudden feeling made you jolt up in alarm but you were quick to return to his embrace the second your eyes took in Tomura's familiar form.

His clothes were a mess and his hair riddled with tangles. Blood stained the sides of his neck and bits of his skin peeking out from under his black sweater and pants. And you weren't certain, but you could almost swear you saw a bruise or two blossoming across his arms.

Tomura was injured and imperfect. But he was here. He was safe.

And he was looking at you like he wanted to murder someone.

"Who hurt you?"

"What? No one, Tomu, it's not like that."

His eyebrows furrowed at your words, but he thankfully chose not to say anything as you sat up and shifted to loosely wrap your arms around him.

"I- well, I had a nightmare. A bad one. It was about you and-"

You sucked in a sharp breath, but even that wasn't enough to help you voice your nightmares. So you didn't.

"I was just scared, I'm sorry I woke you up."

Tomura remained quiet even as you huddled closer to his chest. His fingers continued untangling your hair, never stopping even when he let out a painfully strained chuckle.

"You made me run halfway across a city for a nightmare?"

"I didn't mean to! I told you not to come I-"

His hand moved to hold your chin even as you spoke, with his fingers squishing your cheeks to cut off anything you could say.

"Don't care. You can repay me with breakfast in the morning."

His hands dropped from your face then, instead shifting to your waist as he pulled the two of you under the blankets.

The room descended into a comfortable silence broken by the periodic scratches of his nails carding through your hair and the soft rustles of fabric.

Normally, the silence would have made you stare owlishly at your ceiling as your brain flooded with thoughts of your dreams.

But not now. Not when you were surrounded by his warm presence ready to turn all your nightmares to dust.

With him, you were safe. You were untouchable.

You had found your sanctuary in the arms of a villain. But you were fine with that.

"Love you, Tomu."

He let out a soft hum against the crown of your head, with his lips parting to echo your words a moment later.

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cursedcola · 2 years

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I loved the ask about them watching you sleep with a plushie! Could you do the same with Azul, Vil and Jamil, please?

A/N: At last, it is time to wrap up this series. Many months later after I completely forgot about it lol (but who says there is a time limit on progress? Not me). I hope you both like this conclusion!

Azul and Trey can be found in pt. 2. Everyone else is below the cut!

Links: pt.1 ; pt. 2

Jamil Viper

A heart

There’s nothing like a morning run to boost morale!

Or in Jamil’s case, his sanity. The time he spends at clubs and doing athletics has become his outlet over the years. A place to vent his frustrations without having to do so verbally. If he doesn’t get these moments then he would have snapped long ago

It’s also important to keep your mind and body healthy. The last thing he needs is Kalim outdoing him while he wasn’t holding back - that would be humiliating

Which is why he is mildly sympathetic when you ask him to let you join in occasionally. A basketball match here, a jog there, a hike once in a while, maybe some footwork practice for dancing at future events. You merely want some fun outside of your usual chaotic life that has zero chance of getting you expelled. He gets it.

Please stop rambling in his ear. He isn’t going to say no but you’re stressing him out

If it was anyone else he would have instantly declined. For you? He agrees, but for more selfish reasons than your health

He just wants to see your ‘friends’ suffer with their precious prefect taken away. If you’re with Jamil then he demands your full focus. If this was a game, no side characters are allowed in his love events

He doesn’t wan’t to share teehee and it is absolutely gratifying to watch your little first year possey deflate in rejection. All because you’ve set aside time for him and no one else

It gets better. He gets your attention and free entertainment. Anyone else messing up a two-step move on the sixth time would annoy Jamil to no end. You can keep it up though. He gets to show off and watch your cute expressions of defeat after each mishap

Which eventually leads to him smirking with his arms crossed in pride once you succeed. You’re utterly exhausted but having fun - it’s endearing. Not that he’d tell you though haha

Those moments were definitely pique. At least he thought as such

Now Jamil is reconsidering. After one exceedingly long late-night jog, he questions if he’s possibly been pushing you too far. You were late to breakfast and obviously sleep deprived. You weren’t responsive enough to stop Kalim from tackling you to the floor, with your apologies afterwards being slurred

A quiet guilt gnaws at him until lunch, and Jamil decides to seek you out

You don’t show up to lunch, and half-way in he grumbles under his breath to check your previous classroom

Guilt fades to a warm fondness when he finds you asleep at your desk. Two blazers hang off your shoulders and he reflects on an iconic heartslabyul duo missing their coats in the dining hall

He scoffs, peeling them off of you and tossing them on a nearby desk. Underneath it all, you clutch a hideous red heart plush as a makeshift pillow

He has no clue where it came from. Sam surely did not sell something so cringeworthy. Or was it a present? Maybe. It has a small face etched in that sends shivers down his spine. It stares into his soul, mocking him, and he’s tempted to toss it in the discarded coat pile as well

Jamil resists the temptation, and instead shrugs off his own jacket to lay over your shoulders. Then he shuts off the lights and heads back to lunch, daydreaming of the fit your ‘friends’ will throw when they see their coats tossed aside

“The classroom is for learning, not for sleeping…Ugh. I guess there is no helping it. I’ll be back for this later,”

Eventually they will know their place. If the jacket isn’t enough, he’ll have to replace that heart somehow. Maybe with a scorpion. Yes. A scorpion.

Vil Schoenheit

I don’t even know anymore

Vil is not afraid of anyone. Not the thugs lingering outside his modeling shoots, or the woman screaming at the barista in front of him at his favorite café. He will talk them down to be smeared shit underneath his shoe in no time

He has a way with words. An infuriatingly charismatic way that is melded together with an insane level of stubbornness to get his way

No one can deny him. No soul has ever tried, until you.

And no, we are not discussing his overblot or the way you have influenced him.

No. We are discussing you and that thing that follows you everywhere.

Not Grimm, though the resemblance uncanny in Vil’s opinion

Vil’s winning streak was destroyed by that monstrosity of a stuffed demon that you insist on holding every night. With its matted fur, glazed over stare, and tail that clings to its body by a thread. He has tried to weezle it away from your clutches on multiple occasions. Offering you much cuter alternatives and even going so far as asking Rook to try and “put it out of it’s misery”

Yet you persist

He still remembers when you first met that thing. Little did he know his worst nightmare would come to be that day.

After much insistence, Vil convinced you to join him for a date. He was willing to take you anywhere. Be it a fancy resteraunt or to a private cinema - name it and it would be done

……

And of all the things. You chose some desolate no-name buffet. The food wasn’t even appetizing! If you wanted burnt fried chicken and soggy potatoes then Vil knows of much more…ugh, sanitary…places

He toughed it out for your sake, filling up on safe choices like salad and fruit as you ate your fill. It wasn’t so bad. He was able to ignore the fighting family of 5 sitting behind you both if it meant you could have a pleasant conversation over a meal. So long as no one recognized him. That would be awful.

He remembers how your eyes trailed to the claw machine game that was shoved in a far corner. You obviously wanted to play, and after the twelfth time he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Being the gentleman he is, Vil offered to win you something - instantly regretting it upon realizing that he would have to touch the aged machine. A thin layer of dust sat on the joystick and -

And you really wanted the stuffed jellyfish inside. So he sucked it up and grit his teeth, pulling a glove worth more than the machine itself out of his pocket and praying it would protect him

A few tries and he is struggling.

Vil did not expect to touch one of these ever in his life! Why. Whywhywhy of all the things you could want from him did it have to be one of the few he never gave a single thought?

He wouldn’t accept defeat. It got to the point where he needed to win more for himself than for you - and after many tries, he did. Just not the jellyfish

No. He won the most ugly thing that could possibly exist, and you loved it. The moment it hit the drop box he was panicking because the claw grabbed it on accident. He was humiliated from spending well over an hour on the machine only to get you something so hideous…and you loved it.

You named it

Frab. Backwards for barf, since it makes Vil want to vomit.

Long after your date, he was still crushed. Still reliving the horrors of the day and trying to salvage it with a night of films and skin care. Then in the morning he could find another plush to give you. He will make one if he has to!

Yet you chose to sleep with that thing. Holding it close to your chest, it’s beady eyes boring holes in the back of his head as Vil tries to shirk away from it’s gaze. He could not even admire you! Not without it reminding him of his failures. Why did he pay both time and money for a stuffed cockblock

The morning is no different. You bring it to breakfast and he has to live in shame as you flaunt it to his dorm-mates

The rest is history. Attempt after attempt, day after day, night after night - you would not let it go.

“Dearest, I beg of you, please get rid of that disaster! It haunts me! I cannot stand it!” He breaks one night, relenting to his many passive losses and resorting to begging.

You smile, lifting the doll and patting it’s head, “but frab is cute! And you won him for me. Yeah he’s a bit rough around the edges but you worked hard for him. I love him like I love you…”

Oh you are rotten. Vil also plays dirty and was ready to pull the whole “if you love me then you will dispose of frab”…but you beat him too it

Vil sighs, upset with how he has influenced you and your charisma. Reluctantly he reaches out and gives Frab a pat on the head…it’s a start.

Jack Howl

Cactus plush

Jack is not the most adept when it comes to romance. You (unfortunately) got a front row seat to his short comings back when a ghostbride decided to host a wedding on campus

He still has not emotionally recovered from that disaster

Even so, he wouldn't go so far to say that he is hopeless...right? He managed to sort his own feelings out, and if his observation skills are right then he is confident that you feel the same

....if not, what he is about to do is going to embarrass him much more than failing to woo over a ghost

Your anniversary was coming up. NO! Not that kind (pfft he wishes), but your anniversary for coming to twisted wonderland. Summer breaks is nearing it's end, and soon he'll be back on campus as a sophomore.

Jack hasn't seen you since the end of freshman year. Sure, there have been calls and a bit too many texts on his end - but it's different from being in person.

and if he hasn't visited...Jack bets that no one else has either. Which means that you've been alone on campus for weeks by yourself

That doesn't sit well with him. At all. Yet he couldn't bring himself to invite you to his home without feeling bashful

His siblings noticed that he would sometimes lose focus while playing sports or when they were together - which is not like Jack at all. When he is with anyone, they will have his attention.

They crack his shell, and pity their brother. So they suggest that he make a grander effort to spend time with you this year beyond helping out with whatever mess you're dragged in

Hence, your anniversary. Sure, it was his and everyone else's too as returning students

but you're special

Who knows if you'll be coming back next year, y'know? He just wants you to know that you're appreciated and that he appreciates you being here

He picks out a plush after realizing that he doesn't know much about your likes despite being friends. He needs to fix that.

So he picks one that he thinks would suit you. A little cactus with a smile...cute. Small and inviting, kind of how you appear to him

He blushes at the thought and quickly pays for it. Then he wraps it with some candies from his hometown and a blanket for your dorm.

When Jack steps through the portal to NRC with his bags in tow, he's shocked to see you there. You're caught up in a conversation with Ace and Deuce, but you turn towards his way the second he catches sight of you. Like you had a sixth sense

His chest tightens when you're quick to pause your conversation and run up to him. He expects you to stop but you continue onward, and he drops his bags to catch you in a hug

"WOAH!"

"Jack! I've missed you so much! How was your break?" you break the hug in a swift movement, not giving him a chance to process it or respond. All he sees is your happy eyes looking up at him, and he short circuits

"I- uh...uh....uhm... it was good,"

"Just good?"

"Yeah,"

'Yeah? They hug you and all you can say is 'yeah'?' he thinks, and is quick to shove the wrapped present in your hands

The way you beam at the gift - he won't forget it. Not in the next decade. Neither the way you hug the plush or pop one of the candies into your mouth with a satisfied hum...or how your eyes glaze over as you thank him

"I'm happy to be here, but knowing you're happy too makes it even better. Let's have a great year, Jack"

His job is done, and he bids you farewell before his heart explodes

He greets his other first year friends as well and decides to ignore the 'where's my present??' jokes from the more 'fun-loving' members *cough*Ace*cough*Grimm*cough*Ruggie

Later that night as Jack is settling in, he gets a message on his phone.

Ace Trappola: You can thank me later. *IMG attatched*

Jack huffs, and debates on clicking the image link all together.

Deuce Spade: Open Ace's image. It's not a prank. You're welcome.

Alright. He gives up-

It's you, asleep on the floor of what looks like Ace and Deuce's shared dorm. Wrapped up in the blanket he gave you and holding tightly onto the stuffed cactus. There are drawings on your face and they're likely curtesy of your bunk-mates for the night. You must be in a deep sleep

Jack smiles at the picture, and has an internal debate on if it's considered an invasion of your privacy to be seeing this

Jack Howl: They are going to kill you tomorrow

Ace Trappola: Not if they kill you first

Jack Howl: I will show them these texts

Deuce Spade: Don't! Please!

Ace Trappola: Suuuuure, and then they'll know you have that picture ;)

Jack Howl: .....

Deuce Spade: Jack?

Ace Trappola: Dude? You good?

Jack Howl: ...I am not protecting you from their wrath. Goodnight.

Ace Trappola: DUDE! AFTER ALL WE JUST DID FOR YOU?!

Deuce Spade: TRAITOR!

Ace Trappola: ANSWER US!

Jack silences his phone, choosing not to save the picture out of respect. Not that he'll forget it...but at least this way only two people will have hellfire rained down on them in the morning.

Leona Kingscholar (Y'all are established partners in this one)

Killer duckie

It happened during TW's annual spring Spelldrive competition.

Compared to back when you both first met, this tournament is less large scale. There are no reporters and it’s more for the students than the publicity. Every spring one of the well known colleges of Twisted Wonderland would host a gathering for the members of clubs and sport teams to compete in friendly competition. Social networking, y’know? This year had RSA as host.

Leona never had much interest in it before. If there was nothing to win then why waste his time? To talk with a bunch of nobodies? He’ll pass, thanks. Last year he opted out before being asked. He planned to do the same this time around…until Malleus entered the picture.

NRC has a large Spelldrive following, especially with all the new freshmen. Which is why only the ‘best’ players would be sent to represent the school this year. There still is no prize - but Leona refuses to stay behind if Malleus goes. Not on his pride.

And not with you going alone. Grimm threw a tantrum about how RSA should be “honored” with his presence and athletic talents. Eventually he won a spot as the team’s “stand in” in case someone got injured, and as his other half you would be going

Now that’s two strikes. He doesn’t trust those RSA brats at all, and Leona will be damned if you spend three nights clinging to the Fairy King while he’s not there. Headmaster Crowley knew this would be the outcome and purposefully backed Leona into a corner (why else would they even humor Grimm competing in an official competition?)

Fast forward and Leona begrudgingly goes. The moment you stepped through the portal his tail instinctively snagged around your wrist. Not even five minutes on campus and he’s already ready to go home. It stinks of high egos here and who knows what annoyances could happen. At least you can’t get lost this way

RSA students watched from the sidelines as everyone came through the portal, and there were teachers directing students to their room and board

Prof. Vargas handed you a room key, and Leona blanched when he heard that you both will be sharing a room. He does not share….okay, whatever. Fine. He doesn’t trust anyone else to room with you anyways.

Aka. Malleus conveniently appeared to say that he had spare room, and Leona was not accepting that. He just pulled you along by the wrist and grabbed your luggage with a grumble

Spelldrive wouldn't be played on the first night. It was reserved for eating, socializing, and networking between all schools in TW. Leona wanted no part of it, and planned to go to sleep the moment you got in your room.

Once again, you push his patience. Ruggie can bring dinner so just stay put where he can keep you out of trouble, just this once.

You don't, and he almost turns his back on the closing door - until he caught ear of some RSA students inviting you to dinner

.....

Leona allows you to drag him around campus for the remainder of the day. Not a second goes by that he does not complain, be it about the décor or the noise of the students. He only shuts up when you threaten to send him back to the room alone. Barely anyone approached you both during the RSA campus tour due to the aura of aggravation radiating off of him

Needless to say that he is relieved when the night comes. He collapses onto the bed and buries himself in the pillows

"You didn't have to follow me around all day, y'know. This is your own doing," - you say in a teasing tone, grabbing your night clothes to change in the bathroom

He emits a warning growl and peers an eye out from his pillow, "keep talking. As if I haven't done enough for you today," he says, and as the seconds tick by he finds it hard to stay awake

He blinks, and suddenly the room is dark. There is no light coming from the bathroom and instead moonlight shines in from the curtains. A blanket he did not have on him prior pools at his waist when Leona sits up to look around.

He must have fallen asleep

The sound of even breaths catches his attention, in addition to an extra weight tugging on his arm

To his side, you lay underneath the covers. Peacefully dreaming with one arm wrapped around his and the other curled around a stuffed duck

Huh. Prey cuddling with prey. Funny.

Is that a knife? His eyebrows draw together and he pokes the plush. It looks back at him as if to say "wish you were me, don't ya," and yes. Yes, Leona is getting jealous of a goddamn stuffed toy.

He runs a hand through his hair with a tired sigh and releases some of his braids from their confinement. Then he sits up against the bed's headboard, and frees his arm from your grasp.

You squirm in your sleep as if to protest, and he settles for letting you hug his waist instead. The sun begins to rise through the curtains, and Leona begins to dread yet another day of being forced to socialize

His hands rub soothing circles on your back, and he's hoping to keep you asleep at least through breakfast. Maybe the day won't be so bad if this is what awaits him at night...

Heck...he might come again next year. Only if you do as well, of course.

Ace Trappola

classic teddie

Relationships? Ace? Pah. Never again

One time was bad enough. Why would he willingly toss himself into another? It would take a mind-blowing event to make Ace even tinker with the idea of willingly giving up his time for something like that

All he needs are his friends. His mates. His chums. His brochachos. His amigos. His...ugh. Point made. He likes things as they are.

Don't tell anyone, but he does have favorites among his friends

There is Deuce, who sometimes get on Ace's nerves but always has hic back

And Sebeck, who is by far the most fun to mess with. He's the biggest sucker for pranks and Ace can get away with absolutely no effort in tricking him

He has definetly pulled the 'what's updog?' joke on Sebeck and succeded...many times. It never gets old.

Then he has his dorm mates...Riddle is a pain in the ass but is the reason Ace hasn't failed a test. So there's that...

Ace also has you. An unfortunate package deal with an ankle biter who demands tuna every five seconds, but you're not so bad.

Gullible enough to be pranked, serious enough to bail him out of trouble, reliable enough to rely on, and cool enough to match his vibe. Yeah. You are definetly up there in his top three homies

Homie...friend...brochacho...so what is this feeling in his chest?

When you both walked into class that morning there was a stuffed teddy bear sitting on your desk alongside a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. You gasped in a mix of surprise and delight at the sight; yet, Ace felt something churn in his stomach. A feeling familiar...jealousy? No way

There was a small note attached to the bear reading 'From your secret admirer,' that earned a laugh from you both. Yours was lighthearted, almost whimsical. Ace's? Strained. Awkward. Annoyed.

Luckily you interpreted this as him being upset that only you received candy, and so you offered Ace a piece. He accepted it yet couldn't bring himself to eat

For the duration of lecture he remained distracted, eyeing the piece of candy that was sitting on the corner of his desk. He was not catching feelings. This would pass. It had to.

It, in fact, did not.

You had promised to join Ace in his room to play video games together that night, yet you never showed. He waited until the clock struck curfew and yet you did not send a single text or call

Ace, being the hothead he is, assumed that you went off to find this 'secret admirer,' and stormed out of his dorm despite the late hour. If you were going to stand him up for some rando, then you could at least let him know!

He shows up at your dorm and bangs on the door. Moments pass yet no one answers...so he sneaks in through the window. He knows they don't have latches.

He's mentioned it to you time and time again, yet you never fixed them. Welp. Time to learn the hard way sweetie

He gets in through the kitchen easily, and notices flickering light coming from the living room. So...not only do you ditch him but you also ignore his knocking? He is f u m i n g

"Oi! You have sooooooo much explaining to do-ah"

There you lie, clocked out in a deep sleep on the couch and surrounded by textbooks. You must have fallen asleep while studying...

Ace clamps a hand over his mouth, and the lights shut off completely. From the corner of his eye he sees a flash of white disappear through one of the walls. Those trickster ghosts you live with must have messed with the lights to lure him

He'll deal with them later. For now, he is focused on the innocent teddie bear sitting comfortably in your clutches and the half-eaten box of candy on the table

The feeling from before returns. Nauseating jealousy that makes him want to take the stuffed toy and chuck it in the nearest pond

Ace can't do that though. You'll be so angry with him....crap, he sighs and moves to sit next to you on the couch

Ace narrows his eyes and scrunches his nose before flicking the bear on it's head. It's ruining your beauty.

....

.......

"Ah, fuck it"

Maybe there is room in his life for both friends and...something else.

but before anything, that bear needs to go.

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itsguysnightitsironic · 1 year

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Some human skin and bone

The yassification button glitched, so sorry for your loss.

Did this take years of my life? Yes.

Did it take making at less three before realising I used their identifying colours to render them? Also yes.

Drawings without the dramatic light under the cut with some very long ramblings.

(I'm pretty sleep-deprived right now, excuse my weird grammar and ramblings.)

They are in order of making.

HOOTSIE

-She was the first I drew of the bunch, and I based her mostly on a baby I saw in a hair salon. She had these big un-blink-able eyes and these adorable chubby cheeks that just made sense that Hootsie had.

-To try to union the owl and bear parts of an owlbear, I gave her this very puffy ENORMOUS fur coat with a feather jacket under it. To define where in her original design the fur and feather separate.

-Also the claws, since Hootsie has claws, it's your decision to decide if they are REAL or if Gricko made them for her in wood.

-Her makeup it's designed to scream "OWL" and her original markings, from the big eyes, and eyebrows as owls horns, to the line to symbolise her beak.

She was very fun to draw, brain empty, just owlbear.

GIDEON

-You know the whole "re-inventing the wheel"? Well, this was a "drawing Mace by accident over and over again"

-Credits to Beth Mello for inspiration for the splash blood makeup, which it's just so pretty

-I don't know where the metallic horns came from, I know it's inspired by something but it is so locked in my mind and I can't pull the strings to know where it comes from.

I showed this one to one of my old art teachers and he said "It looks like me when I was younger" and now I can't unsee it.

Your genishi is my retired art teacher now, so sorry for your loss.

GRICKO

-Did I ask my father to pose to draw his old hands? Yes. Yes, I did. And I had to make them more rough and hairy because he has "selling wristwatches on tv" hands? Absolutely.

-I based his hair on a member of Metalica, Kirk Hammett. Now that he's older, he has this very pretty long curly greyish hair that just felt very Gricko.

-I cut his fingers. Well, only the right hand, he has the other one but it didn't grow correctly so it's more like little little finger without nail. So he has four fingers, in his original goblin design he has four fingers and so does the human version now, we don't know what happened, Gricko probably doesn't know either.

-The makeup had to have the most eccentric in-your-face eyeliner ever. With some green highlighter to remain of goblin skin, blue and white dots for his magic and to link him with Hootsie's little blue gems, and body paint inspired by Britons war paint. (Which are drawn after two of his totems.)

Lighting for this one was weirdly easy... The ocarina wasn't.

FROST

-As someone who is pretty young and it's starting to grow white hair already, I can say, that whatever it's happening to him it's more from stress than genes. What ghost scared you, sir?

-I fought with his face so much, I had his body ready for days but not the face. I wanted to keep the expression that Frost has in the original, mostly the smug smile he has.

-Credits to Freja Bermann for inspiration for his makeup which it's inspired by multiple of her looks inspired by the solar system.

-I just realised that by giving him "horns" and two dots to symbolize his tiger ears it looks like the froggy chair of Animal Crossing.

I'm not changing it. This is our little secret.

KREMY

-How do you draw an alligator as a human? How??? DRAW??

-You know what, drawing hands it's only fun if it's old people's hands. They have more texture and can be a bit rougher. They can define a character's life so well... For example, here Kremy has four fingers, you can decide if he got it cut off by fucking around, bitten off, or if he gifted it as a sign of faith to his patron, you decide.

-You hear about "Give Gideon a cowboy hat" get ready for "Give Kremy opera binoculars"

-His makeup was inspired by cabaret, just dramatic eyeshadow and eyeliner. There are markings as gator skin around his eyes and nose. And a fake beauty mark because why not?

Drawing Kremy it's always fun, even if I get tortured first by trying to structure his face.

I can't bring myself to do Torbek, Twig and Petunia, sorry, I'm very tired.

AHHHHHHHHHH.... Have a cupcake 🧁.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #morning frost #hootsie the owl bear #hootsie grimgrin #gricko grimgrin #im taking a power nap #wake me for the next ep

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epiclamer · 2 years

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I read your sleep-deprived hero writing and I love it so much!

Now I'm curious ... What about a villain who overwork themselves on something and the hero who has to take care of them? Thanks in advance ✨

Love this tropeeeeee goes both ways too!!

Nap Time

Villain groaned, the footsteps that were steadily approaching them from behind made their stomach sink and their eyes watery. They just wanted a nap. They needed a simple five minutes where they could just collapse. But Hero was here, having discovered their base once more and ready for a fight.

Villain had half the mind to just give up, let Hero arrest them so they could sleep in the back of the squad car, but they couldn’t go back. If Superhero saw them one more time, they’d kill Villain. They swore it last time Villain had been caught.

And Villain wasn’t particularly ready to die, just yet. Especially not at the hands of Superhero, who was sure to draw it out and cause Villain as much pain as possible.

Hell, Villain was still recovering from their last encounter only three days ago. All of their cuts and whip marks had been reopened with the countless fights Hero had put them through. Henchman was no better with their constant nagging about the base and new secret plans.

Villain hadn’t slept since their cell in the heroes base and that was right after Superhero had finished beating the crap out of them. They couldn’t go back now. They couldn’t let the heroes win.

“Finally ready to surrender?” Hero shouted with a bit too much confidence as they chuckled and closed in on their enemy. Less than a meter away they came to a stop, looking over their nemesis that was buried under piles of paperwork.

The villain shuffled a bit, finding the energy to sit up and lean back against their office chair as they swivelled around to meet the hero. They glared at the crime-stopper who was all too spry about the current situation. They were beaming with excited as they twirled a set of cuffs in their fingers.

“Please, don’t make me fight you.” Villain whimpered, eyes shut. “Not again.” Their bottom lip quivered under their lack of sleep and potential doom. Superhero’s voice still echoed in the back of their head as they rambled on and on about how weak and pathetic Villain looked trying to struggle against the other.

Hero huffed lightheartedly—they were truly a good sport at heart, but under Superhero’s command they were ruthless. “You know it’s not my choice. If I had so much as an inch of influence on the hero academy, I’d be pushing for house arrest for you.”

The crime-stopper smiled fondly at their nemesis, something truly kind beneath their cold surface. “I like you. I always have. Since the start. And I really wish I didn’t have to do this, but I promise you, you’ll be out in no time.”

Hero advanced slowly, gently placing their hand on top of Villains as they spoke. “Superhero will take good care of you. They’re an amazing mentor. I think you’ll like them too!”

At the mention of Superhero, Villain immediately pulled away. Eyes flying open as they seemed to register just exactly what was happening and they scrambled to get away from the hero. Sinking as far as they could into their chair and pulling their knees up close to their chest.

“No. No, Hero… No, please… Hero, please don’t send me back, please. No, I can’t—”

“Calm down, Villain. You met them a couple days ago and it was fine—”

“No. No, no, no, no, no. Hero, please, they’ll kill me. Please, Hero, they’ll kill me.” Villain burst out in tears, no longer able to hold back the barricade they had even keeping up for so long. Finally, pushed passed exhaustion and into hysterics as the criminal continued to evade the crime-stopper’s advances.

“What?”

“Hero, please, you can’t do this.”

“Villain. What did you say? Who is going to kill you?” Hero was stern, managing to grasp both of Villains wrists in their hands, dropping the cuffs to the floor and focusing on holding the other steady. “Who is going to kill you, Villain?”

The one in question blinked back their tears, trying to stop themselves from hyperventilating as they stared deep into Hero’s eyes. They couldn’t get their mouth to form the words they wanted, they were just blabbering at this point. Hero would never listen to them. No matter what they said. It was pointless.

“Villain. I need an answer, sweetie…”

But their tone was so soft, it was inviting and it calmed Villains world. It made them feel grounded. Looking into Hero’s earthy green eyes that kept them from panicking any further. Villain calmed themselves down enough to speak, Hero urging them with gentle words and the soft rubbing of their fingers against the tops of Villains hands.

“Superhero. Superhero is going to kill me if I go back.”

Against the sudden look of distrust that crossed Hero’s brow, Villain fell back into a flurry of panic. Trying desperately to prove it to the hero because they needed some truth to back them up.

“Hey.” Hero murmured, tightening their grip against their enemy once more. “Hey, sweetie. How about I take you back to my place for a bit to get you some rest and some food, okay? While you rest I’ll do some research on Superhero to see what I can find to help you, alright?”

Villain stared dumbfounded at the hero, not having expected any sort of kindness or care to come out of their mouth. Let alone an invitation to be cared for and believed.

“Does that sound good, love?” Hero asked, searching for an answer from Villains cloudy eyes.

The criminal nodded slightly, unsure as to how much they could actually trust the hero, but when Hero scooped them up against their chest effortlessly, Villain was asleep before they even made it to the car.

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ae-to-the-snow · 3 months

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[NSFW] Enemies with Benefits • Puzzle

Headcanons • NSFW • Puzzle • Reader unspecified/not mentioned

Cw/Tw: Mean Puzzle, hate sex, sadism, masochism, degrading, mean sex, blood

Note: This post contains content unlike anything I've written before, somewhat violent hate sex. Please tell me if I should add any more content/trigger warnings.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI |

An enemy to Victoria. Whoever he's aligned with, they want this target subdued. And that's Puzzle's job.

Just what if, though, this target keeps escaping, and what started as a mission, got him tangled up with the enemies tricks, with maybe a few moments that he got too close.

And it eventually turned into nights neither of them can speak about. Who would dare to tell their superior they slept with the enemy agent? It'd be over. So they both keep quiet. A silent agreement, to not snitch on each other.

Not a truce, not an open fire. Just a dagger held to both of their necks. If one of them speaks out, the other is coming down with them. An equal arrangement, equally toxic, equally beneficial... Maybe a little twisted, maybe a lot.

But Puzzle has seen it all.

He's not the type to see sex as this holy matrimony marriage sacred rite. It is simply what it is. A means to let out his frustration, whether hormonal or emotional. And if his enemy looks good when he's in bed with them, then he might consider it.

He doesn't sleep around, no. It's unthinkable to him that he might possibly do it with an enemy. But... Nothing's really stopping him.

He gets to keep tabs on the target, have a good time, and learn about his target. Same with said target themselves.

If you rat him out whether it be to your team, or to his superior, he could easily do the same to you and give out your location. Sounds equal enough to him.

But if he has a love-hate relationship with someone, he might just get feral when fucking with them. If he hates them periodt, he wouldn't even look at them.

Ranging from degrading to biting till he draws blood, he even scratches. Hair pulling, slapping, edging and overstimulation. That's what you get when you have a hate-fuck enemies with benefits kind of situation with Puzzle, given that he is into his partner.

He bites a lot. Something about marking his partner, another part about the feeling of it. Maybe his years as a spy have gotten him desensitized, or maybe he does like the slight sight of blood staining his lips and the sheets after he bites into the skin.

His degrading isn't the typical slut or whore, more like bringing up your shared past, and how you two are fucking right now. He gets vulgar, and he gets specific and personal.

He'd hardly have time to tease, he rather gets his partner prepped and straight to the point.

But if he needs to ruin them real quick, he will give oral and then leave his partner high and dry, just to see them crumble. Because of him. Or even use his fingers.

He does take at least a little pride in ruining his targets and watching them crumble. Especially if it's that specific person he has this enemies with benefits relationship with.

He hates you, he swears. But he might feel a little too good from this little relationship you have going on.

Afterwards, usually after only one round, he's not exactly tired out but he needs to move before someone gets suspicious. He might edge them a little. To come back for more. But he'd always leave. Only to come back.

Chat idk what happened here I just had a vision I was never into hate fucking or anything until I realized Puzzle might be into it. And then I found it hot. So here's an incomplete 1am ramble. Anyways. Tell me what you think cuz I wrote this while sleep deprived.

#arknights #arknights x reader #arknights smut #arknights x doctor #arknights x you #arknights x reader hcs #arknights x male reader #puzzle Arknights #puzzle Arknights x reader #arknights x gn reader #arknights x fem reader #puzzle Arknights smut

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f0rtunes-fool · 5 months

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hHhhhh it's "Jasper makes Milgram theories while horribly sleep-deprived" time

Alright. So. If you remember, Es makes a comment at some point (I don't remember where, probably in a VD) about how Haruka should have been 006 or 007. This means that the prisoners' order is significant in some way.

So, thus was born this theory that I kind of just thought of off the top of my head - what if the prisoners' number reflects how much control they had over the things that led them to commit the crimes they did?

Rambling starts under the cut

So, what are the prisoner's crimes? (A reflection)

Haruka - Strangling a girl to death

Yuno - Multiple Abortions

Fuuta - Starting a hate campaign against a girl that led to her committing suicide

Muu - Stabbing someone to death after mentally breaking from being bullied horribly

Shidou - Harvesting the organs of patients in order to try and save his wife

Mahiru - Causing her boyfriend to commit suicide due to her overbearing way of "loving"

Kazui - Causing his wife to commit suicide due to him keeping a secret (likely that he is a godamn homosexual) for the entirety of their marriage, which did lead to the downfall of the life they had.

Amane - Beating someone (likely her mother- "My mother should have kept her faith until the very end") to death, likely due to her victim leaving the cult or at least trying to (hence the quote.)

Mikoto (John) - Beating multiple people to death in order to protect Mikoto

Kotoko - Hunting down and killing people who were preying on the unsuspecting ("I can't stand the evil hurting the weak") in her pursuit of justice

With that out of the way... it's analysis time boys.

Haruka was clearly extremely mentally ill and was jealous of the girl we saw in weakness, which was reinforced by his mother not loving him due to his learning disability and seemingly preferring that girl over him. If Haruka had been given proper love and support throughout his childhood, I think it's fairly obvious that he would not have done the things he did. He may have had a tiny bit of control over things, but again, if he had been cared for and his mental disability had been acknowledged rather than one of the things that led to someone he held in high esteem (his mother) hating him, he would not have done what he did.

Yuno's "crime" is obviously abortions, she pretty much confirms it. And if you all have the slightest bit of knowledge on how babies are made, you'll know that the woman's egg is not the baby, the man's sperm cell is - therefore, her "crime" wasn't something that was in her control, as she obviously never chose to get pregnant or really wanted to. She chose to get the abortions, sure, but the actions that caused her to get them was of no fault of her own.

Fuuta's crime was pretty indirect itself, and he clearly didn't mean for it to happen. He only started the ball rolling that led to his victim committing suicide. So while he did have some level of control over it (Literally doxxing the victim and starting everything) he had no real say in how things spiralled.

Muu's crime wasn't really intended either, let's be honest - she was clearly on the verge of snapping as it was, and the one person that didn't immediately turn to bullying her after her whole thing was exposed turning away from her pushed her over the metaphorical edge. Though let's be honest here - she did kind of have some level of control over the things that led to her committing said murder, what with her whole "Queen Bee" thing.

Shidou’s crime was clearly influenced by his grief and all the mental fuckwittery that comes along with that (seriously, grief is no joke,) and he was not in a good headspace, convinced that he might be able to save the only remaining family he had by taking the organs of others. Yes, he did have control over his actions, but again, his mental state clearly influenced the actions he took.

Mahiru didn't even know the harm she was doing in her relationship because of just how unstable she was, and so blinded by love that she didn't even realise how toxic things were until it was far too late. Yes, she did have control over how the relationship was, but again, her mental state clearly influenced how things turned out. And nobody really has any "control" over a suicide, so.

Kazui let the lies and fear take over his life to the point where he played with someone's feelings, making her believe that he genuinely loved her the way she loved him. Hell, they even got married even though Kazui was lying through his teeth the whole time. So yeah, he had a pretty decent amount of control over the things that led to his wife committing suicide. Do I really think he intended for it to happen? Of course not - again nobody really has any "control" over a suicide. But once more, he pretty much just led his wife on for years (yes, he cared for her platonically, but not in the way she believed he did) and she genuinely did love him.

Amane did things mostly of her own accord, though it's fairly obvious that the cult had influence over her actions, her eyes after she committed her crime shows this. But what I also want to point out is that it, most likely, was her own decision to kill her mother. She saw her trying to leave the cult (assuming that theory is correct, ofc) and decided to beat her to death. She had control over what she did.

Mikoto is a difficult one, judging as his murders were done by John, and John obviously did them to protect Mikoto. But John definitely did have control over the whole, yk, murdering thing. He chose who to kill, he chose to kill them, that kind of thing.

Kotoko had, let's be honest, the most amount of control over her actions. She did them because she wanted to, not because anybody influenced her to do them. She wanted to protect people, so she killed the people who were hurting them. One of the lines in HARROW is literally "I want to gouge you out with my fangs." The key word here is Want. It was something she did because she firmly believed she was right to do so. She had complete control.

I probably drifted away from my original point more than once while writing this rambling theory, but I'm sleep-deprived and on a bus. So.

#perry the fucking platyplus godammit #drywallisedible #milgram project #milgram #milgram theory #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #john milgram #kotoko yuzuriha

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caramelstarlight · 10 months

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Hi! I really like your works, I’ve just been too shy to send in anything. If your taking prayers right now, maybe a Tighnari x reader, where reader is Alhaitham’s sibling and can be described as the Akademiya’s “crazy lady” always coming up with insane/crazy theories and projects, will rant about topics that even leave the Sages scratching their heads, but still highly respected. People are really surprised when they learn that Tighnari and the reader are dating and Alhaitham's sibling. (sorry if it's a lot) I understand if your busy and not taking prayers at this time.

✅ /⭐️ Yeahh bestie I gotchu. Prayer is accepted!!

(Points to you for being a person who didn’t use anonymous xd! They can be so rare sometimes.)

Gonna make us Rtarawhist or whatever. Ngl I’m kinda in genshin as a character. Aka Layla. I used to have a mini Cryo vision and I like swords the best. My name is similar spelling to layla but has the same way of pronunciation.

Illuminating the Flora

(F reader/lil sis of Alhaitham x Tighnari)

(Characters: Tighnari, F Y/N, Alhaitham, Layla, Cyno, Nilou, Collei) (Hydro vision, Sword) (Healer / Attacker)

Sypnosis:Female reader who loves coming up with Theories that are beyond understandable to anyone else beside them(Al-Haitham excluded prob????) meets her partner. Fluff with fighting(Extroverted reader, they would be rambling on about their theories so they’d be social-?)

Story under cut! (Slight angst bc of fighting???) (Can be read as G/N if you ignore the Al Haitham calling you his sister.) (Keeping this in mind that it’s Rtawahist)

“Heyy Layla!” You said as you waved to her excitedly. Going towards the sleep-deprived woman. Holding a few pieces of paper as she saw you while near the fountain. (The one in her hangout where you meet!) She’d wave silently interested in what’s you come up with today. She and her other half found it interesting of what your brain could think of so quickly. It may not make a lot of sense to them but they see how happy you are so they don’t dare to ruin it.

“What’s you come up with this time Y/N?” She’s ask yawning in between her sentences. Having another all-nighter… placing herself on the fountains edge. Being careful to not get herself wet. You mimicked what she did before explaining what you had come up with.

“you see, if the stars and planets are made of dust, shouldn’t water in the space make them grow or dissolve? Especially the sun! It’s blazing hot! It’s worse than traveling to the desert sometimes.” You’d question yourself trying to come up with an answer as she laughed quietly. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t grow or dissolve. I don’t think they’d really be affected by the water.” A few talks with Layla seemed to help you with your theories and projects that you could do. Wondering if others could agree with your theories. You may be young but your mind is always head of your years. Same goes for Al-Haitham. maybe it runs in the family…

“I’ll be off Layla! Thanks for helping me sort my thoughts out.” You’d say. Waving goodbye as she went to her class. Your next class is about Zodiacs. What makes people them in a sort of way, it is believed that your birth month changes you slowly but helpful in the process.

Seeing him in the class brought you great joy. He was always early to his classes and you happen to share two classes. You took your seat as your gaze lingered on him for a bit of time. Before you turned your head away and back to the front. (Zodiacs and about plants like the Nilotpala lotus, such as why they only bloom at night or time sensitive ones.)

—After class— (idk what they learned ;-;)

“Tighnari!” You’d say as you catched up to him leaving the classroom. He stared at you with a smile before turning his head back towards his neutral view. You two turned into a different area. Seemingly no one was nearby. So they shouldn’t hear the conversations. (Someone’s gonna hear and it’s gonna be like Alhaitham)

He’d hold you gently, taking in your scent from your hair for a few moments as he wrapped his tail around you. “I heard you came up with another theory. I’d be keen on hearing it sometime before you forget it.” He’d joke, knowing you’d move from it quickly.

“Maybe later…? I just want to relax with the free-time we have today.” You’d tell him. Enjoying his warmth and presence. He lowered his ears and gazed at you lovingly. Silently telling you that he also wanted to do so. He gave you a little peck on the cheek as focused on you. Looking at what you had chosen to wear today.

A similar outfit to Layla but more adorned with jewels symbolizing wishes and more based on daylight. You always wore a different outfit with a new combo. It was refreshing to you and fun, it didn’t cost much as you had your brother getting what you wanted. (Dw you don’t buy much-)

You enjoyed the time silently as Tighnaris ears perked. Alerting the both of you, as he lowered an raised them. Hearing someone coming. But it was too late till they saw you both. It was your big brother, the scribe.

You both quickly departed from one another. Both blushing brightly as he looked with a slightly amused expression. “Al- al Haitham-?!” Tighnari stuttered, hoping he would keep a secret for him. You’d look away and towards a wall in embarrassment.

“You never told me you were dating. But I suppose my little sister always keeps her secrets hidden.” Al-Haitham said as he turned you around to not face the wall. “H-hey! I have my own life too y’know! You don’t need to be a know-it-all about me just because I’m your little sister!” You’d retaliate back to him. Not thinking about your choice of words. Whisper-shouting to him as Tighnari malfunctioned.

“Your siblings?!” He’d whisper shout at the both of you as you and him nodded. Realizing not many knew you were related and just thought you had the same last name but different families. (Like so many ppl can have the last name Takahashi bro- I have seen so many ppl with it)

“Oh you didn’t know-? I thought you did-?!” You’d say back at Tighnari. Hoping the whisper shouts wouldn’t gather your friends or strangers.

“No I didn’t!” He’d say as Tighnari held one of your hands. “Realizing it now I should’ve known sooner… same last name and age.” He’d sigh, lowering his ears and tail in dissapointment.

“Hey it’s okay! Not many people know…”’your state trying to cheer him up as Al-Haitham talked to him about being your boyfriend. He had trust in him that he would take care of you. Walking away from the area and onto the outside / entrance / threshold of the akademiya.

(After announcing your relationship with Tighnari and being siblings with Al-Haitham.)

People were gasping. It’s as if they struggled to breathe oxygen. Leaving many shocked and puzzled. None knew about your lover and brother.

Turns out Tighnari needed a few materials from the desert. So you went with him. Unknowingly, the news about your status of being Al-Haitham sister spreaded quicker than the reaction, a target now plagued into your back unknowingly. Tighnari flicked his ears, getting cautious as the fur on his tail bristled.

You noticed this quickly. He grabbed you suddenly, dragging you away from what seemed to be eremites. Dodging their arrows as you both hid behind some tall rocks. He’d shush you quickly as he heard them going closer. Grabbing your hand again. Leaving before they went to your spot. Using your hydro vision to make the sand wet in a different direction. The eremites followed it. You both successfully left.

or do you thought. Eremites came up from behind as they happened to have backup. Your eyes widened as Tighnari went in front of you. Getting stabbed into his stomach. Shielding you from the hit.

You’d shout at the eremites seeing what they did. Healing Tighnari quickly as he got up. Using his mine to confuse the eremites. You used it as a chance to bloom as he used his three quick charged shots. Healing him with your skill. Dodging attacks as they swung at you, hitting your arm as you got knocked to the ground. Dodging more attacks while kicking them away and up onto your feet using your burst while Tighnari used his. (For context, you summon stars to follow you and heal everyone while having increased crit dmg,rate,atk and healing. The stats have a big first impact like Kiraras but has a decent amount of damage after its first few hits. Skill is you harnessing hydro power like Candace and dealing healing/dmg.)

“There’s still more?!” You’d state as more kept coming towards the both of you. Keeping your health from hits up high. (Tighnaris still wounded, it’s not like in genshin where they get injuries and nothing happens beside hp bar.) A flash of lightning appeared with a wave. It was cyno and Nilou?!

“I was looking for these eremites.” Cyno stated as he charged forward. “I saw you both fighting and went to go get cyno!” Nilou said worriedly as she helped with the fight. Eventually the waves of eremites ended quickly. Seeing cyno was always a bad sight for those against him.

“Thank you cyno and nilou!” You’d say as you looked at them for a few moments hearing them speak as you tended to Tighnaris wounds carefully. Using your hydro power to heal him.

“You’re welcome Tighnari and Y/N.” They’d both stated as you checked on everyone’s injuries. They left as you took Tighnari back to Gandharva Ville.

“Heyy! Collei!” You’d say as you saw collei coming closer to the two of you. Worrying about the both of you as you headed with Tighnari to get himself patched up. When he woke up collei left you both alone with one another.

“I’m sorry narii! It’s my fault you got injuries if I just never announced it with you and kept it a secret for a little longer-MMH?!” You’d state as he kissed you. Preventing you from bad-mouthing yourself. He held you close as you stared at his blood-stained jacket on the side. Wrapping his tail around you comforting you efficiently.

“You did great. Don’t be a worrywart for me?”He’d ask you, looking at you with slight puppy eyes and adoration. His voice was soothing as you both sat in comfortable silence. You eventually fell asleep.

(ENDING 1)

He gently Carried you to the bed. Making sure to not wake you up as he gazed at you when he settled you down and went next to you. Wrapping his tail against you again as he put his chin above your head. Using his arms to bring you closer to him. You leaned into his touch and into his chest. He gazed at you and played with your hair for a few moments before falling asleep.

(ENDING 2)

He gazed at you sleeping in his arms. Staying in the hug position as he grabbed a nearby book and read it. Preparing and studying for tests. Knowing you’ll need his help later on with preparation. He gathered a few bits of info and left it on the side. Putting you on the couch as he left to go do work with collei before returning shortly.

(Kinda glad how this turned out ngl! This was fun imo as I like being super imaginative about certain things.)

(Hope you enjoyed!!)

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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Nevermind the darkness

Louis sat on his bed making sure all his hair was protected before he went to bed, the last thing he needed was to wake up and have a horrible hair day, he already dealt with stupid zombies, and if he was gonna be going around surviving and risking his life he wasn't gonna look bad while doing it.

He finished giving himself one last look in the dusty old mirror running a finger along his jaw before he smiled to himself, "well Louis at least your not ugly." He said giving himself a wink and snickering at his own words, he was such an idiot sometimes.

Louis Turned off his lights before tossing himself into his bed with a soft sigh ready for his beauty rest...well he was ready... He couldn't sleep due to the sound of soft crying next to his room... Now Louis is the type of guy to need it completely dark and silent to even things out getting a wink of sleep and he has quite the sensitive hearing and crying is something he definitely couldn't sleep too.

For so long no one slept in the rooms next to Louis knowing his very particular sleeping conditions... And a cranky sleep deprived Louis was a Louis nobody liked.

He got grumpy and whiney and his survival skills dropped much lower than normal... Somehow.

Louis thinks to himself before remembering a new small group that just came to the school, after Clem and he took a look at them and brought them all back.

Louis got up from his bed still in his t-shirt and boxers pulling on his long coat before making his way to the room next door, the crying getting slightly louder.

He knocked a few times before coming in anyway, "hey uhh, you alright?" He asked, you lifted your head from under the pillow your eyes still read and your cheeks puffy.

Louis rushed over to you, Louis couldn't stand to see a frown on anyone's face. This world had gone to complete shit and having a frown is one thing you can change in this gloomy fucked world.

"I-i don't like the darkness, I hate being by myself..." You cowered a but closer to Louis, not clinging to him but had gotten much closer than laying there as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Louis understood not wanting to be alone, that was one of his worst fears.

Being left alone with nothing, no one to roll their eyes at his jokes or groan at his loud piano playing. Louis looked at you before looking to the side thinking for a moment.

"Would... Would you like to stay with me?"

"Thanks, Louis." You mumbled as you hurried yourself into his camo bedsheets, "it's no problem, really." Louis smiles at you before he sat on his bed atop the sheets, "uhh are you comfortable with me under the sheets with you?" It took him a moment before he flushed and tripped over himself to explain how he wasn't trying to insinuate anything or- but you cut off his ramblings with a small giggled and a soft smile and that made Louis smile.

You slightly scooched over and pulled the sheets over inviting him, and he dived into bed. Before slowly switching the lights off make sure to keep eye contact so you know he was there for you if you needed him.

Once the room went pitch black he buried himself in him warm bed, before closing his eyes.

They open again feeling arms wrap around him but not fully and not tightly at all.

"Is this okay?" You whisper to him, "yeah." Louis whispers back, and the arms around him fully close and tighten around him.

Louis smiled.

A/n: Just wanted to post some Louis stuff, also I think I just found out his last name is oui? So that's cool. (Well according to TikTok that's his last name so... It must be true!😀👍)

#twdg headcanon #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg imagine #twdg x reader #louis twdg #twdg louis x reader #louis x reader #louis twdg x reader #louis oui x reader

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echantedtoon · 1 month

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Until Death Do You Vow Ch5 Sealed In Blood

(Warnings: Mentioning of blood.)

The distant cry of a carnival mystery.

A pained wail. A pained moan. Looping through the walls and dancing on flowers.

The petals shake. Stems and pistals trembled. And perfume avalanche upon thee. A billion scents as strong as a forgotten sun.

Strong enough to sting your eyes

It was still dark when you came to. And the first thing you felt was the coldness and softness of something which you laid upon with a ringing in your ears, and for a moment you thought it was a dream. All of it. Just a terrible, horrible nightmare. And you'd open your eyes and be staring at the walls of your small home, laying on your sorry excuse for a bed in your apartment with Taylor bunking on the couch like so many times before when your investigations turned up nothing. The second thing you felt was pain and soreness the more your body began to wake. It started with a small throbbing headache just under your skull, as if someone was beating it from inside out. You didn't bother to move much other than lift a hand trembling to your head, wincing at the many cuts and bruises that lined not only this arm, but your other arm, where your legs weren't covered by your gown, and some on your face and neck from where you had fallen or been pushed over. The many small cuts, bruises, and scrapes stung like tiny annoying jabs at your skin. And to top it all off, you felt pins and needles in the left arm and leg you'd been laying on for a while when you forced yourself up just enough for you to lay on your less sore back and stare up at the blue ceiling above your body. F/c eyes blinked as something bright shown down at you from above. The sun???....No. It wasn't the sun. That would've been a very warm welcome to what it had ended up being. Your vision gradually, slowly came back enough to focus on what was swung above your head, and your brain registered it as ...the moon?

Yes. The moon.

The harmless thing hung above you shining through the window silently as if acting as a bright beacon for your darkened experiences. Despite its blood red menacing appearance. Which begs the question...Where WERE you!? You continued to lay there until the pins and needles fully left the right side of your body and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, hissing at the soreness and somewhat numbness of your poor limbs. And with a hiss, you looked around. This uh...This wasn't your apartment. Or your bedroom. It looked like you had fallen through one of those old black and white photos from the Victorian times and landed in one of their bedrooms. The furniture around the room looked old but at the same time, in great condition like it was all brand new. Even the curtained bed you laid upon looked well made . The sheets silky and clean as if freshly washed, dried, and placed on the mattress and the pillows still fluffy from where you had laid on them. No damage at all could be seen around the room.

No mold. No mildew. No cobwebs or dust. No graffiti. No trash or broken furniture.

Nothing.

"....What the heck? Where am I?," you asked yourself the ringing still present.

Funny. You thought the ringing would leave by now. It didn't occur to you that the rings was not in your ears until you looked down at the bed and found your phone lit up and ringing loudly. It made you flinch as it moved before stopping and then someone called loudly through the earpiece once more.

"Oh God, Y/n!!," you winced as Taylor's voice yelled through the earpiece. "I've tried calling like fifty times since the connection dropped! What the hell happened?!"

"Ow! Keep it down, Taylor. I'm fine! I just passed out ..and somehow ended up in bed?" You gave another confused look around.

"Are you still in the mansion?!"

You paused. And paled as the events from before hit you. That...That WASN'T some dream or sleep deprived hallucination from Taylor's ramblings! YOU HAD BEEN TOUCHED BY A GHOST!! And not any ghost! THE Elias Gallagher. You shuddered and goosebumps appeared where you remembered his cold touch. A bigger shiver ran through you.

"Describe your location?"

You blinked before looking around again. "Well.. Everything is dark and a shade of blue, and I'm still in the mansion I think. So not too bad but I dunno if I'd consider it 'good'. I'm in some kind of bedroom."

"Wait. A bedroom?"

"Yeah. It's really weird. Compared to everywhere else this room is surprisingly really clean. None of the paint's chipping off the walls and all of the furniture looks almost brand new. But it still matches that Victorian mansion look. Here. Take a look."

Holding up your phone, you turned it on and snapped a few pictures the flash lighting up the room- Just as a strike of lightning lit up the room in all its glory. You jumped looking out the window again only just now noticing the clouds that had nearly blocked out the entire sky. It would rain any moment. Shaking your head, you went ahead and sent the photos to Taylor before noticing something else.

.....Where the heck did these gloves come from?!

Your hands were covered in some kind of fancy silk gloves and a shiny ring slipped on over one . Your get up didn't come with these! Obviously you didn't put them on. Which meant someone had to have removed this ring, placed these on you, and then slipped the ring back on your finger. ..A gift from Elias maybe?

"Huh." After a moment Taylor spoke back up which means he must've seen the pictures you texted him. "Maybe the door was locked and nobody got in?" He suggested. "This place is a known party hub. Maybe whoever else wrecked this place but they couldn't get into there?"

"I don't think so. Even if that was true, don't you think there still would've been a whole bunch of dust in here? And rotting furniture and stuff?"

"That's really strange."

"No kidding. Maybe Elias likes a clean living..uh dead space. But this whole situation is crazy. Way different than the last time I had a ghost encounter." There was a loooong moment of silence before Taylor gave a nervous laugh making you raise a brow. "Taylor, what's so funny?"

"I- ..Uh . That's because the last mission I sent you on wasn't the real thing. That was a uh-..fake ghost encounter."

There was a pause..."WHAT?!"

"Hey. It wasn't a bad thing." He quickly defended himself as your anger suddenly grew. "We did get a few members after we posted your reaction."

"For a few weeks before they left! Are you freaking kidding me, Taylor?! I can't believe you'd do something like that! When I get out of here, we're going to have a VERY long talk!" You shouted annoyed at him before grabbing your phone and swinging your legs off the bed. "As soon as I find a way out of here, you're so dead! Then we can film you as a stupid ghost and get members that way!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec. Aren't you lightheaded or dizzy or something? I think I heard you fall and I've been trying to reach you for TWO HOURS! You might have a concussion or something!"

You deadpanned. "I feel fine besides finding out my best friend faked a ghost and didn't tell me." He audible winced. "Besides I only fainted...Either I was really scared, or that ghost was really powerful. What did you hear while I was out cold?'

"I just kept hearing that guy's voice and a rush of air. So...was it really Elias?"

"Are you sure this isn't another one of your fake ghosts?" Maybe you shouldn't have said that but you were angry and hoping that maybe he'd say yes so you could believe that this really didn't happen.

"What?! N-No! I swear!" Ok. There goes that hope. "So you really talked to THE Elias Gallagher?"

"He held my hand too."

"Ok. I'm coming in! We have to get you outta there!"

"WHOA ! Hang on there! You can't just barge in here! We don't know what might happen if another person disturbs a ghosts resting place! Plus I don't even know where I am! There's no sense in both of us getting lost!" You slowly stepped towards the door you were sure wasn't a closet. "Plus, maybe I can take a picture of Elias if I come across him. Isn't that what you wanted? Proof of ghosts?"

"Yeah. I was sorta prepared to find a ghost not for you to go M.I.A for two whole hours!!" Taylor hyperventilated.

"Taylor, calm down. Deep breaths. I'm fine. I'm still here and talking to you aren't I?"

You passed by a full length mirror and gave it a look. And paused. You were surprised to find your entire reflection perfectly clean and dirt free. Your dress was perfectly clean and as beautiful as the Moment you put it on. Shouldn't it be torn with dirt stains from all the falls you took? No. Your hair was still perfectly done up. Your make not smeared as if you had just put it on. Your dress without a wrinkle. Your body without a dirt stain. You looked just...

Perfect.

Just like this room. The only thing out of place on your body was the ring that still smeared a bit red with your blood droplets. ...That was really weird.

Eventually Taylor evened his worried breathing. "Ok. Ok. You're right. But if he was able to put you to sleep then he's a lot stronger than we thought!"

"Well if you're heading out then I'm coming in! I trust that guy as far as I can throw him which is t much considering he's a ghost."

You rolled yours eyes. "In a mansion where you can get lost? Nah. I'll meet you out."

"No, no, no! On second thought, stay where you are! We have no idea what the dude's up to!"

"All the more reason to leave! Ugh. Look, Taylor. If he really wanted to hurt me he would've already done it by now instead of putting me in a nice bedroom. Just let me handle this. The last thing we need is for you barging in here and making him mad or worse you hurting yourself. Trust me on this. Ok?"

There was silence for a moment before Taylor sighed. "Fine. But you are STAYING on the line with me and giving me status updates!"

"Deal. But I am serious. When I get outta here we're gonna talk about what you did."

Taylor grumbled but you paid it no mind as your hand grabbed the doorknob and turned. Luckily it wasn't locked and you opened it enough to just stick your head out. A long hallway greeted you. Lightning flashed lighting up both ends as you looked left and right.

"Ok. I'm definitely still in the mansion but I don't see any ghosts...And I think I'm on the second or third floor. I'm gonna try to find the stairs."

"Alright. Be careful. What happened before you fainted anyways?"

You slowly closed the door behind you, careful to not snag the floor length veil into the door. Also careful to be very quiet closing it. Hopefully the thunder and lightning would muffle the creaking door.

"It was pretty normal until it wasn't. Remember when we were joking about Ian?"

"Yeah?"

"Well something invisible grabbed my hand, and then the ground just started moving like those zombies in movies before they bust outta their graves!"

"So Elias is a z-z-z-zombie!?," Taylor's voice sounded terrified all of a sudden.

"No. He's not a zombie. He's definitely dead but he's not a even close to a zombie." Taylor sighed in relief. "He's a pure ectoplasmic ghost. But he sure gave me a scare." You looked behind you as more lightning lit up the building. Still nothing. "I dropped the rings Ian gave me and he took them.." you gave another glance at your hand. "Well one of them. Next thing I know he's talking to me, I faint, and then I wake up in a strange room."

"You must've accidentally disturbed where he used to be buried or somehow summoned him."

"Well I felt like I was being watched the entire time I was out there so I must've said something that made him come out."

Taylor hummed. "Huh. I wonder what it was. If no one else was successful in getting him to show himself then you must've said something that caught his eye. Can you tell me what he said?"

"Didn't you hear everything?"

"Not everything. The connection kept swinging in and out. I only heard glimpses of you screaming and the some muffled static and a few words."

"Well he asked me why I was here? I told him the truth that this was a ghost hunt. And he asked why I was wearing a wedding dress. I told him basically that I only wore it cuz of our common interest in tragic weddings." You curiously tried a nearby door reaching out to turn the doorknob and opening it to peer in. Nothing but an empty closet. You closed it. "Oh. He also thought I was proposing to him."

"Hang on... WHAT?!"

"Yeah. He thought I was proposing to him." You paused. "... Maybe that's why he took the rings and came out."

"Hang on. I think you're skimming over the important details here! You proposed to a dead guy!"

"No I didn't. He just thinks so."

"Uh. THAT'S THE IMPORTANT PART!! Why aren't you more worried about this?!"

"I don't even know if he's still in the mansion with me. For all I know he might've gone back to rest again. It won't matter if I get out of here anyways." You walked further down the hall.

"And if you DO run into him?!"

"Then I'll explain everything to him. Now stop yelling off my ear will you?"

Taylor grumbled but he didn't yell anymore. You took the chance to walk further up the hallway before pausing again as a sound other than the thunder and wind outside entered your ears. It sounded like.. humming? Your brows rose and you slowly began to follow the source of it. Each slow step left your heels clicking softly and the floor slightly creaking. You followed it until reaching the end of the hallway and poked your head around. Still nothing but the humming was louder and it seemed to be coming from a particular room. Slowly your head retreated.

"I think I found out where Elias went. It's really weird. This is all really weird. Is it possible I went back in time?"

"No. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to communicate. Why?"

"Because none of the house looks old anymore. It's not even cold. Seriously, does he have like a ghost maid or something that cleans up around here? For a party house it's not really wrecked."

Again another pause. "If the house looks better is it because of Elias? The fact that it's not cold has to mean something. I think you've really awakened him."

"Say what?"

"Your presence has given him something he hasn't had in forever. I think this house confirms to his spectral energy. You've made him happy. You've satisfied part of his unfinished business for romance but..I would be careful with how the rest of those desires are filled."

You stood there for a long moment. "So a ghost is happy because he thinks we're engaged. Yeah. Why not have this happen on Friday the Thirteenth?"

Your sarcasm was not lost on Taylor who sighed. Curiously you peeked back around.. before slowly moving towards the door that the humming came from. Each click of your heels got you closer until you stood in front of the door left ajar. Slowly you moved the front of the veil from your face to lean forward and peek through the crack in the door. The room looked like an old study. A few sofas, a desk with an office chair, and a bookshelf on the far wall stuffed with books. And there in the middle of it all was Elias. The spook hummed in a absolute happy way, one arm holding a small stack of books while the other skimmed the shelves looking for something. Eventually he pulled out a book adding it to his stack before floating over to the coffee table and setting them down next to a teapot, teacup, and a plate of presumed snacks....Wait. Could a ghost even eat or drink?

CRASH!!

"AH!!"

You squealed as the loudest crash of thunder yet sounded out causing you to jump forward pushing the door open and startling the ghost inside. You both froze staring at each other for a moment before a look of concern fell over Elias.

"Oh, Y/n my dearest. Wait there." Oh no- Elias was quick to phase through the furniture and soon he was standing right in front of you looking working. "My dear, you mustn't wonder around. Things are still out of sorts."

...You blinked. "Really? The place looks clean to me." Taylor groaned in your ear but you ignored it. "And I woke up anyways. I couldn't just sit around and do nothing."

"And here I thought I had been quiet as to not disturb your slumber. My sincerest apologies", Elias apologized profusely making you hold up your hands.

"No it's fine. I woke up by myself."

You watched as he cocked his floating head making it bob a bit more. You tried not to stare at the obvious place where his head was disconnected from his neck or the red staining his otherwise blue body. "And yet it doesn't excuse the unreadiness of this manor. After all I have to do all the cleaning myself. Look at the study. So far from its glory days." His eyes gave a look of distaste at the room.

"Didn't you say the place looked clean?," Taylor asked confused in your ear.

It's true the place looked better than most dorms you've seen. Either Elias was a perfectionist or you both were seeing two different versions of the manor. "I think it looks good."

He offered a small huff and smile. "Just wait and be amazed. I will have to find new staff quite soon." He pondered holding up a hand to his chin. "Sadly they didn't stay behind as I left my body." He groaned closing his eyes. "Oh. If only they had."

"Is he serious? Who'd work for a ghost in a moldy old manor?"

You again ignored Taylor. "Well I'm sure you'll find some more eventually. You'll be able to really look around and..stuff."

At this he shook his head and held up a finger. "On the contrary, arrangements must be made with all haste."

"Arrangements? Arrangements for what? Staff interviews?"

He smiled widely and happily. "Our wedding of course."

Taylor choked on air through the earpiece as you just stood there staring at the smiling spook. .... What?! You guessed you couldn't blame Elias for wanting to have that fairytale wedding he never got to have after so long but- HOLY COW!! Taylor mumbled something in your ear and you totally agreed.

"Whoa! Hang on there a moment!" Elias blinked as you held up your hands. "I think we're jumping the gun a bit here!"

He slowly blinked. "Jumping the gun?...Is that a wedding tradition I haven't heard about? If you want that I can surely arrange it. I'm sure my father's musket is around here somewhere."

"It's a figure of speech. It means you're moving too fast." You explained.

His face regarded you before frowning. "But you're heart. I can hear it's tears fall upon your shattered soul. I promise you, my dearest, that a heart does not heal easily. No matter how many takes of tragedy and hardship one reads, reality is always more painful." Well you couldn't argue with that. A hand pressed over his chest where one's heart would be. "Why my heart has been broken more than a dozen times over the course of my life and alas it has never once healed. Only turned to an aching scar. And I have tried my damnedest to ignore those wounds. To let them bleed out and form into some semblance of strength, but it left me sickly instead. If a heart must be mended, then surgery must be immediate."

You stared at him for a long moment because...Well that's EXACTLY how you felt after Ian stood you up at the alter. But ..still as much as it pulled at your heart strings,you couldn't just pretend that this whole thing was ok! You needed to sit him down and talk to him.

"Do NOT trust him! AT ALL!!" Taylor's voice warned. "But don't do anything to upset him either. Play it cool."

Ok..Got it. But you couldn't NOT tell him! It'd be cruel AND ridiculous! You couldn't get hitched to a ghost! You held up your hand to get his attention but paused as he smiled warmly and grabbed it in his own cold hands.

"And here before you is someone who can mend your broken heart. Someone who can cherish you, stay with you, bring happiness to you. I never had that chance in my mortal life and after so long, I want you to choose happiness not sorrow, My Dearest. And I want to be the one to give you that happiness."

You fell silent for a moment just staring at his smiling face and despite yourself your face heated up a pink, although you sighed. "Elias, can I talk to you for about something?"

He blinked. "Oh. Yes. Of course. Anything."

You gently removed your hand from his before slowly walking over and sitting down on one of the old sodas. These heels were killing you. You took a moment sighing in relief before looking at the slightly worried ghost. "Elias...Are you aware that I wasn't actually proposing to anyone?"

Blunt but there really wasn't any point in beating around the bush. Immediately Elias looked shocked at your words. "But..your vows.."

"Those vows were what my ex was supposed to say to me on our wedding," you explained the best way you could for him to understand. "I was upset about what he did and I was just..." You couldn't say joking around with your friend because Elias might interpret that as you mocking his situation. "*sigh* I was just acting out what I didn't get to have said to me." That was true, and it was the easiest way to explain it to him. "I dropped the rings when I tripped over my dress on accident." You gestured to the dress. "I wasn't actually expecting literally ANYONE to show up. Not you or anyone else."

Elias fell silent as he stared at you with a neutral face. "But..I thought you were looking for me."

"I was but not to propose, I wanted to see if there was any truth to the stories of this place," you explained further to him. "I just happened to be reminded of my own bad wedding while I was here and acted out because I was upset. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you would be disturbed and I am really sorry for that. That's why I wore the dress like I explained to you a few hours ago."

Again Elias fell silent for a long moment seemingly in thought until he sighed and nodded. "I think I understand now."

You sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. I thought you'd be angry at me."

"Oh course not. After all, you were only acting out due to a broken heart and thus sought solace in someone of a similar situation. Nevertheless I shall not let this put a damper on the ceremony."

"SAY WHAT?!" A glass shattering sound went off in your mind as Taylor yelled.

"Wha- N-Now wait a second." You held up your hands. "Did you not understand anything about what I said?

"Oh no. I understood you perfectly," he clarified holding up his own hand, "Nevertheless I accept what fate that has brought us poor souls together. Rest assured that I will not be like that snake who so carelessly spured your affections so carelessly and drove you to me."

"Um..Elias, how long ago do you think I was stood up?"

"Judging by your gown, I would think that you would've been spured less than a day ago."

"Wrong. It happened over two years ago, so there's no need to worry about me."

"Two years?!" He gasped a hand clutching his chest. "Well it's not a wonder you came here. Surely it has not been as long as my heart has endured but two years of festering sorrow is too much to wait."

Taylor groaned and you fought the urge to facepalm yourself. "Elias, that's also more than enough time for someone to move on. You never forget but you can find happiness some other way." You tried to be gentle to his worried puppy eyes. "Like focusing on yourself and trying new things. Putting yourself first and spending time with the people who matter the most!" You smiled widely at him. "Have you ever thought about doing that? You must meet lots of people coming through here."

Sheepishly he looked away. "I..Have thought such things, but when you are in my situation.." he looked down at himself with a frown. "Your options are very limited, and no one has shown me the kindness you have. Even if your proposal was accidental, I still accept it with honor."

"Well.." He really wasn't getting it was he? "Even if you did, surely we can't be married. There's not a ceremony."

He smiled again. "Fear not! I shall arrange everything we need."

"Well surely it's not a binding one. There's no one to do the rites!"

"And remember the famous lines! 'Til death do you part!'," Taylor added quickly, "He's a ghost! Death has already parted you both!"

"And death has already parted this!", you added quickly with Taylor's point. "I'm afraid this wouldn't be any good even if we do have a ceremony."

Instead of getting upset he only smiled at you wider. "On the contrary, our pact holds truer than most engagements." As if to make a point, he presented his hand where the ring still sat on his own hand where one would expect a man to wear a wedding ring. It shined golden with minor red smears. "Our vows are sealed in blood. All we're lacking is the proper ceremony. But first I must make the proper preparations. Like the cake. My grandmother's recipes are still somewhere in the manor. I remember eating them when alive and adoring them. Then there's the flowers. Unfortunately you seemed to have lost yours, so I'll supply that as well" he held up his hands to you in a gesture of comfort. "Your energy is still exhausted, so you must rest a little bit longer. Please wait here for a moment and I'll get you something."

Before you could say anything, Elias literally sank through the floor and a second later he was gone leaving you alone. After the stunned silence Taylor spoke again.

"Y/n...Why did he say that your vows were sealed in blood?"

"I have no idea! I didn't give him any blood if that's what you're thinking!"

"Wait. Didn't you say that you got a papercut or something?"

"Yeah. One of the roses you got me pricked my finger. Why?"

There was silence for a moment before Taylor sounded VERY nervous. "Y/n, PLEASE tell me you didn't touch him with a bloodied hand!"

"What? No! Why?"

"Because I think you accidentally made a big magical mistake."

You paused. "What are you talking about?"

Taylor groaned before sighing. "Ok, ok! Do you remember how in ancient history people would make blood sacrifices to appease deities? Or how people refer to close friends as 'blood brothers' or something?"

"What are you getting at?"

"UGH! I'm saying that blood is used in a lot of supernatural or magical properties. Look at vampires for a prime example!"

"Elias isn't a vampire, Taylor."

"The point is!! That I think you inadvertently made a soft of pact with him by accident. Not in the demon like sense, but a marriage is still a pact, just in a different and more intimate way."

You froze. "...No."

"Yes! You made those vows and drew blood, and offered it even if it wasn't directed at Elias. He accepted it and now...I think we're in a lot more trouble than I thought."

You didn't say anything about it but yelled out and slammed a fist on the soft sofa cushion harmlessly. "Well now what are we gonna do?!"

There was a moment of silence before Taylor spoke again. "Maybe we can convince him to move on."

"What?"

"Elias is still around because he never got to experience what he's always wanted, which was to be married. Right? Even if the ceremony isn't legal or has any standing, maybe holding a fake ceremony will bring closure to him and allow him to move on finally. If he moves on then, the contract breaks and you're scot free."

"And if it doesn't?"

"....I dunno. We'll think of something. Right now it's the only thing I can think of."

#the groom of gallagher mansion #thegroomofgallaghermansion #tgogm #Until death do you vow #taylor potts x reader #taylor potts #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher

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"I'm sorry I deceived you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you."

TW: HUGE warning for SH (it’s what the fic evolves about pretty much) , ED implication, cursing

a/n: it’s my first time in writing for a pair, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes in advance since english isn’t my first language!! there are also more notes at the end. this fanfic can also be interpreted as platonic

“23, 24, 25…”

. . .

The bigger the number got, the more aggressive Mizuki became, and the deeper the slashes cut. They don’t remember how their abdomen looked when it was clear, all they can see now is red and brown lines over it, some are even white.

“Ahahaha… I’m really filthy and disgusting, aren’t I? I ate more than I’m supposed to when I was at the diner with Ena, Mafuyu, and Kanade. I made a promise to tell Ena the truth of what I’ve been keeping inside long ago, yet I still avoid the topic whenever it’s brought up being the coward I am. I’m surprised they didn’t leave just like everyone did…” . While they were indulging themself in their self-deprecating self-talk, they went in deeper than intended. It wasn’t really a problem anyways, their parents were out of the city for work, their sister lives overseas, no one could stop them from getting so engrossed in their own mind.

. . .

1 hour later

*doorbell rings*

“Mom and Dad aren’t supposed to be back until next Tuesday, who could it be?”. They panicked for a split second when they remembered they were supposed to have a sleepover with Ena tonight. “Good thing I finished cleaning up just a moment ago” they mumbled to themselves right before they put up their usual grin, when had they gotten so good at switching their expression? That is a question that they’re unsure of what a right answer for it could be. They felt the burning sensation of the clothes brushing against their stomach —but thankfully for them—, they were already used to it, so hiding it was a piece of cake, they already hide so much anyways.

“Yaho!~ Woah you arrived just 3 minutes late, that’s a new record!! Did poor lil’ bro have to shake the entire room to wake you up?”

“I knew this would happen.”

Ena muttered under her breath. “Can’t you just say a normal greeting for once whenever we both meet up alone?”

“Waaaaaahhh!! You’re so mean!~”

Mizuki fake-cried as they dramatically had the back of their hand on their forehead.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Anyways, can we just actually get inside?”

They finally settled in Mizuki’s room. Ena felt so fascinated by the aesthetic of the room, it felt so… Mizuki. She could tell they poured their heart in making it to their liking. It might not be obvious from first glance for others, but for Ena it is.

As Ena’s eyes were hovering around, she noticed the torso near the mirror with an unfinished project on it that seemed like it collected some dust, she found it a little strange since she had this idea Mizuki is the type of person to get absorbed into whatever project they’re working on if it’s related to their passions. Ena recalled some of Mizuki’s rambles about clothes making on Nightcord, she secretly adored these rambles even if she knew nothing about that side of fashion herself; because she can hear Mizuki being so passionate and full of joy. If she ever admits it out loud she will never hear the end of it thanks to Mizuki’s teasing.

“Oi~ Earth to Ena— Does the princess need to sleep already?~”

“Huh?! First of all, why the hell are you calling me that?? Second of all, is zoning out for just a single moment a sign of sleep deprivation now?? Ugh this is going to be a really long night.” Mizuki couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ena’s reaction, her reactions are one of the reasons they tease her more than other people.

. . .

Later on, they both decided they will play on Mizuki’s gaming console. It was kept up in Mizuki’s closet, they haven’t used it for some while. They bought it back in those times as a way to distract themselves even further from reality. It was so up high, Mizuki was wondering how on Earth they got it there before.

“Ah! I’m finally getting a grasp of it!” , just when they said that, they lost balance and fell on their back.

Ena immediately rushed to Mizuki to check if they’re fine, and help them get up if needed.

“Are you alright?? Did you get hurt? Do you need help getting up?”

“It’s ok I didn’t get hurt! I’m totally fi-“

Right when they started to get up, one of the console’s controllers fell on their abdomen, right where the fresh, deep, red scars are.

“Again?? Seriously what’s up with its location? Anyways are you ok? Again did you get hu-“

As Ena was saying that, she saw a dark red spot forming on Mizuki’s white shirt. Her face turned white when she realized what it was, it was blood.

“Mizuki, can you let me open the shirt to see the wound and clean it? Please? It would be terrible if it gets infected…”

“… No.”

“Why?… It would be difficult for you to get up and clean it up all by yourself.”

“The reason is not important… I can handle th— SHIT—“

“Mizuki please let me see it. It’s clearly hurting badly-“

“As I said, I can handle this.”

“You’re obviously lying. Whether you allow it or not, I have to check the wound and how bad it is.”

Mizuki grabbed Ena’s wrists with all the force they could gather, Ena struggled for a bit as she was letting herself go from their grasp, thankfully, she eventually managed to do so thanks to Mizuki’s state.

Ena finally lifted up their shirt, and what she saw was horrifying to say the least. Her face got devoid of any traces of curiosity just now just for it all to be replaced with horror, as if she saw a ghost. She saw all the variations of red, brown, and white contrasting against Mizuki’s light skin color, how there was some skin peeling around some scars, and most importantly, how fresh some of them were.

On the other hand, Mizuki wanted to escape from Ena’s gaze on their body as fast as possible, she saw what they thought was the most disgusting, filthy, and deformed part of themselves they ever showed to her. They thought she was going to abandon them for good, just like many people did. Everything Mizuki did in order to preserve their bond with Ena, it all seemed useless and futile now, just like they feared.

What snapped Mizuki out of their thoughts was Ena’s shaky breathing, they thought that this is it, that there’s now another person on the mental list of people they lost because of something about Mizuki.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”

“You’re so fucking disgusting.”

“I never imagined someone this filthy exists, but here you are.”

Mizuki can already feel the words coming, they embraced themselves for it, it’s a matter of few seconds before they actually hear them… Or so they thought.

“… For how long have you been doing this?… I might not be the best at comforting, but why didn’t you tell me sooner? I- I just- I wish I realized this sooner. I’m so sorry for not being the person you needed. You were going through such a hard time without me knowing about it… I just-“

Mizuki didn’t expect this would be her reaction, they thought it will be the last time they ever talk, they thought this was going to be the end.

“I *sob* I’m so sorry… I can’t believe *sob* I didn’t know about this sooner…”

Ena grabbed both of Mizuki’s hands and gently kissed them, she then proceeded to wrap her arms around them and pull them into a tight hug. Mizuki froze in their place because of how astonished they were, they never thought of such outcome, not just did Ena not give the type of reaction they thought they were going to get, not just did she sound genuinely concerned, but she was also apologizing for not knowing better?? They never even dared to try dreaming of this yet here it is being actual reality.

Slowly, Mizuki started to wrap their arms around Ena, and they could feel tears forming in their eyes as well, they kept it inside for so long yet they couldn’t bring themselves to say a word out of fear of their past repeating itself again, they didn’t want to lose yet another person they want to stay with.

“No… please don’t say that to yourself it isn’t your fault in the slightest… Please don’t cry…”

“How the hell am I supposed to NOT cry?? Seeing you in pain hurts me and this time and this time it affected you physically and *sob* and to make matters even worse I couldn’t help you because of how oblivious I am…”

“Ena please… It’s my fault for being such a coward and not saying anything… I don’t want to see you cry because of me…”

Ena’s expression turned to a determined one, with tears still in her eyes, her nose still red, and her cheeks still puffy. She cupped Mizuki’s cheeks with both her hands and wiped the tears with her thumbs and said

“Mizuki, don’t say this about yourself. You are not a coward for not telling me about your struggles, l know it can be hard to open up to someone, no matter who that someone is. But whenever you feel like you’re struggling again and are close to doing this to yourself, come to me instead okay? You don’t have to force yourself to tell me you’re so close to doing it, just come to me and start the conversation like you normally do. Please.”

This was Mizuki’s last straw. Before they knew it they started sobbing uncontrollably with Ena having a firm, right grip on them. They were feeling so many emotions, they were keeping it inside for so long, they were so scared of Ena leaving them because of this secret of theirs they deemed “ugly and filthy” , they were in so much pain, they had so much on their mind, and most importantly, they were happy the what-it’s in their mind didn’t come true.

They were happy Ena didn’t reject this part of them. They want to stay with her as long as they can, even if their time together isn’t meant to last much longer, they hope it is.

Note: i am not implying that sh scars are something scary in ena’s reaction, the reason i wrote her reaction that way is because i wanted to interpret that she’s horrified because it’s happening to Mizuki. I hope you understand i meant no harm in the way i wrote her reaction, i struggle with sh myself.

#mizuki akiyama #akiyama mizuki #ena shinonome #shinonome ena #mizuki akiyama x ena shinonome #akiyama mizuki x shinonome ena #mizuena #hurt/comfort #project sekai #prsk #pjsk #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #プロサカ #tw for sh #tw for ed #cw for cursing

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