#so they had to lump it in w something fans have been wanting for a while

[squarerooto]

ea will put literally every other negative aspect of life no one wanted in the sims and 16 new kits before giving us cars or another game pack a face lift

#HATE HATE HATE THE NEW PACK. FUCK LANDLORDS #god it sucks bc the world looks so pretty and its nice to have some southeast asian representation but. why lump that in with landlords.... #they knew if they just gave us another generic world with the landlord feature no one would buy it #guess its a sign for me to finally start pirating the packs now\ #so they had to lump it in w something fans have been wanting for a while #i dont even want cars in the sims 4 tbch but ive heard so many people wanting cars in the sims that at this point i think ea is just #ignoring fans atp #quinn talks #ts4 #the sims 4 #the sims

[echantedtoon]

Charlastor Week Day 2

Day 2 (3-2): Human Au

*My own Au which is different from other's. SO- Human Au where Charlie is (the human) a singer in the 1990's fighting for her dreams of becoming a professional singer and fights for equal treatment in her workplace despite her parents' own believes, and AL(the demon) takes a liking to her.*

The long night had finally come to a close for the dancer as she casually made her way back to her dressing room. It had been quite tiring dealing with all of tonight's drunken idiots and their advances thrown at her. But.......she could at least relax now that all her 'fans' were left behind. Or so she thought. She was almost to her room when a small feeling in her gut got her attention. She stopped before looking back........No one but the other staff members were there and they were doing other things. She shrugged it off, but the feeling never went away. She eventually got to said dressing room and on contact, flung open the door and slammed it behind her. She sighed and leaned against the door. She stayed like that for a moment before kicking off her shoes and pushing herself off the doorway. Her body was stiff and sore from all that dancing and singing she had done. What she needed was a good drink. Walking across the room, she stopped in front of a small cabinet. Opening it, she looked at all the selections available......before picking one from the very back. She failed to notice the red eyes in the mirror behind her.

Sitting back up, she carefully placed a wine glass and the bottle on top of the cabinet.

"Gin. Nice choice."

She yelped and whirled around. In the process, knocking over the glass and bottle. A crash was heard followed by shattered glass and spilt wine. On instinct, she leaped back from the mess and looked at it.....before looking at the direction were the voice came from. And froze.In the shadows, leaning against her vanity, was a tall figure staring back at her. He was much taller than her and wore what looked like a red suit. His red eyes stared back at her like a wild cat sizing up it's prey. She couldn't tell which was more creepy......That smile or his eyes.

"Who are you?"

he smiled wider (if that was even possible) and leaned into the light. She got a better glimpse at him. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself." He walked with a slight sashay until he stood directly in front of her. He gave a slight bow before extending a hand. "My name is Alastor and you are Ms. Charlotte I presume."

"Y-Yes. What are you doing in my dressing room? I specifically said I don't do meet ups. Of any kind."

He stared at her. "I've been watching a few of your shows and I must say......your voice is very radio worthy.~"

She stared up at him completely confused. "........Well, thank you, Sir. B-B-But Im afraid flattery will get you no where here."

"Mmm. A tough personality. Admirable."

She crossed her arms and gave him a frown. "Look. If you're here to just butter me up-" She pointed at the door. "-then please just get out. I have nothing to give you and you have nothing to gain from me."

He paused......before chuckling? She now stared completely bewildered at this possibly crazy man. This was starting to get too weird for her liking.

"I assure you, I want nothing you have. Nor am I here to dote flattery upon you."

"...Then what ARE you here for? Last time I checked, it wasn't very gentleman like to sneak into a lady's dressing room."

Without warning, he suddenly leaned down eye level causing her to back. His wild expression causing more uneasiness. "I simply wished to give you something."

It was hard to gulp down the lump in her throat before saying, ''W-What?"

A sudden sweet smell hit her before something red was pressed into her hand. Blinking, she looked down at the object in her hand.".......A rose?"

"Take it as a token of my admiration~ Do enjoy the fine gin you left out."

"But it was-" She turned around, but froze at the site before her.

The glass and wine bottle was still there.....only.....They weren't broken. No glass on the ground. No wine spilt....It was just.....Like it never happened.

"-Broken......How did you-?"

She froze again when she was met with an empty room. She looked around for any possible way he could've left, but found none. She stared a little longer before looking at the fixed glass, then at the flower in her hand. The only possible things that proved he was even there.

"......I think...I need that drink now."

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #radiobelle #charlastorweek #charlastorweek2020 #charlastor #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie

[cricketnationrise]

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16h30

Reading Room

Lardo

for you, a little expansion of Shitty's Dibs. Thank you and enjoy!

catch up on the rest of Ficlet Fest 3 here

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reading room, 4:30pm

Lardo flings open the door and makes a beeline for Shitty’s bed so she can crawl out onto the Reading Room. She doesn’t even make it all the way onto the roof before she’s continuing her rant from their text chain.

“And like, I’m sort of shocked they waited till now to ask me, like, it’s almost finals? Did they think I just didn’t have my shit figured out already?” she asks, dumping her bag to one side and settling into her customary spot.

“Well—”

“Leaving aside the fact that I don’t have a living situation figured out yet, it just feels like a desperate move. Doesn’t bode well, you feel me?”

“For sure. Bear?” he asks, holding out the biggest bag of gummy bears she’s seen in a while toward her.

She raises a single eyebrow. “Did you accidentally buy a bag with the pink ones again?”

“...Maybe.”

“Bear me.” He passes over the bag and they take a moment to just watch the street, soaking up the breeze rustling through the leaves and the sounds of Beyoncé from the kitchen below them. The first taste of grapefruit makes her wrinkle her nose – she’s not the biggest fan of the flavor – but she’s not about to let Shitty absently snack on something that he’s mildly allergic to, so she keeps eating.

“So did you give them an answer already?” Shitty asks eventually, a weird expression on his face. Lardo squints at him, but lets it go in favor of answering.

“I told them I had to think about it,” she says, picking out the last few pink bears. “It’d be like, fine, but – ‘kay, I ate all the gross pink ones for you—”

“Brah,” he says, fake tearing up in gratitude. She punches him in the side of the arm and Shitty falls to the side with a dramatic groan. Lardo just rolls her eyes and continues her thought.

“—But, it's on the other side of campus. Plus, Claire's gonna sexile Lara weekly, and I don't wanna Judge Judy all senior year.” She leans back on her hands, more glad than ever she doesn’t have to use her brain any more today. “Man. Why the printmaking kids gotta be so damn horn a bajillion percent of the time?”

There’s a beat of silence where Shitty would normally make fun of her (admittedly strange) art friends, and then—

“So, Lards, ‘bout housing…I’m thinking you should have my dibs.” Lardo freezes at the words. Surely she didn’t hear correctly. He can’t have offered her his room in The Haus. He can’t have.

“I mean it makes a whole lotta sense, right? I mean, first, you practically fuckin’ love here anyway,” he says, ticking the items off on his fingers. “Second, it should be your right as manager. And third—” he meets her gaze squarely, more sincere and earnest about this than he ever was for hockey or any of his classes. This is important to him, maybe the most important. Suddenly, she’s fighting down a lump in her throat.

“You’re one of the best teammates I’ve ever had. So like. You know what to do to seal the deal…if you want ‘em, that is.” 

Apparently he can have been offering his room – offering her a chance to live with some of her favorite people in the whole damn world – as though it was a given, a right, a done deal. He holds out his hand for the customary Dibs Shake, but to her horror, Lardo sniffs, and there’s a tear dripping down her cheek that she has to hide in her elbow.

“Shitty…”

The wobble in her voice sets him off, and now they’re both halfway to ugly crying on the roof of the Haus like dumbasses. “Oh no-no-no, dude,” he says, furiously blinking to ward off tears. “If you waterworks, I’ll w-waterworks…”

She launches herself at him with a strangled AGGGHH!! – throwing her arms around him and squeezing as tightly as she can, hoping that her message gets across without actual words.

Shitty squeezes her back, and his words sound a little relieved (did he think she’d say no???) and a lot wet when he manages to speak. “Hugs count too.”

Fuck right they do.

When they finally break apart, Shitty’s beaming at her and she can feel her own smile widening in response.

“I guess I better tell Claire and Lara I’m already set for next year then,” she teases, striving for her normal dry tone.

“Brah, you’re gonna eat a million pies next year.”

“‘Swawesome.”

#starthecozy #cricket writes #omgcp #check please #ficlet fest 3 #lardo pov #most of the dialogue lifted from ngozi's post #shitty's dibs #the haus

[natriae]

Unfair

Atsumu x f reader

cw// she/her pronouns used, angst, lack of trust, yelling, breaking up, feelings of insecurity, slight suna x reader

not edited sorry lol

part 1 of 2

“‘Tsumu i’m serious, can’t u see the way she looks at you. I hate it,”

“baby she doesn’t like me! WHAT DON’T YOU GET! we are just friends nothing more,”

“Well i think that me telling you i’m uncomfortable with it so many times you would tell her to back off,” y/n took a deep breath in trying to hold back the lump caught in her throat.

This isn’t the first argument they’ve had over how women acted around Atsumu…mainly Azumi. Hopefully it’s the last because after seeing Atsumu privately talk with Azumi at the bar last night you wanted this to end. Trying not to think the worse, you wanted Atsumu’s take of what truly happen, and hopefully get across how you don’t appreciate someone more beautiful, sexy, and perfect to be touching and flirting with your boyfriend. It has always been hard being Atsumu’s girlfriend. Everywhere you turned it’s like a sign was telling you you don’t deserve him. Fan’s comments and the beautiful women that surround him. He could have anyone why would he choose you.

You had been trying to express your all, but it was still hard for you. It was your first relationship, and of course it had to turn out like this. You crying to the man you wanted to give every part of you too, and what does he have to say…

“Well maybe i’m not the problem ,and you’re just being insecure,” Atsumu retorted. The flood gates opened. The silence that loomed in the once lively kitchen could no longer be found. Just the sounds of a heart breaking filled the space.

“W-What,” y/n hushly responded. As if she spoke even a little bit louder everything would fall apart. Tears blurred her vision, and her pounding head kept her from noticing Atsumu’s coos after realizing what he said. Everything in her brain told her to go. Stupid her for thinking she could be his one and only. “i-i think we need to stop,”

“yes yes thats a great idea you know i didn’t mean it like that sweetie,” it came out a bit rushed but Atsumu was relieved that the argument was over. Oh was he wrong.

“no…no i mean us. I-I really can’t do this anymore,” y/n responded though heavy breaths. Grabbing her keys, and ignoring Atsumu’s protest and whines she headed to the door. Attempting to hold her composition she said, “i’ll pick up what i left here tomorrow,” and woth that she was gone. Atsumu couldn’t bring himself to move to shocked at the situation.

On the walk home y/n let everything go all the tears and pain. Ignoring the stares of on lookers she continued to let it out. Was she embarrassed yes, but she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“hey! Y/N! Y/N,” hearing a voice call for her she turned around looking for it. She knew that voice. A voice she felt guilty for hearing. “hey-eh you okay? what happened? Where’s Atsumu?” Suna questioned after seeing her tear streaked face. Shaking her head at him she continued walked back to her apartment. Maybe he would leave her alone if she remained unresponsive. “okay be that way, but im walking you home,” Suna said walking just one step behind her. Of course Suna wouldn’t leave her around. His friend was obviously hurt, and he couldn’t let her be alone right now. If Suna was anything it was a great friend. He would be there with you though thick and thin.

Once in the apartment y/n expect Suna to leave, but he didn’t. “i’m staying till you eat something if you like it or not,” Suna said as his hand was pressed against the door. Why did she even bother she knew Suna was gonna stay anyway. It’s just who he was. “okay can u talk to me now,” Suna asked once on the couch.

Taking a deep breath y/n finally spoke a small, shaky sentence. “Atsumu and I broke up,”.

“WHAT,” Suna had to take a double take on that one. Before he could even speak another word y/n continued.

“and i feel really guilty that you’re here, because Atsumu always felt jealous when we hung out because he thought i would leave for you..a-and don’t get me wrong i love his possessiveness, but i just don’t understand why he can be possessive of me, but i can’t for him,” rambling on y/n couldn’t stop the word for exiting her mouth. All the thoughts she’s been holding in her head. “and he can’t even listen to me when i say this very pretty girl clearly has a crush on him. He just lets her flirt and flirt, and i think he’s just gonna leave me for her, and now that were broken up im sure he will. We never even kissed let alone sex im sure he doesn’t see me in that way. No one does-“

“whoa whoa WHOA pause. You and Atsumu broke up. Okay got that. Atsumu’s jealous of me. Got that. But you think you’re not good enough for him. DON’T GOT THAT. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happen to him .he’s just being stupid. We will take a break from me being your therapist for food,”

~~2 hours later~~

Suna’s POV

“goodnight y/n stay safe. Call me,” I said slowly closing the door. Turning to the right to go down the apartment building’s steps i see a figure i most definitely didn’t wanna see right now.

“what are you doing here,” Atsumu said thought gritted teeth.

“whoa whoa whoa don’t get you’re panties in a bunch. I’m making sure you’re girlfriend eats, and is safe. You can have her,” Attempting to walk passed the blond, but i feel a hand on my chest. Looking up i see Atsumu attempting to put on the most serious face he could muster at the moment. Knowing the twin for so long i can tell he’s one word away from shattering. “hey. It it makes you feel any better i have my eyes on someone else,”. After what felt like several minutes pass Atsumu took a deep breath though his nose and let me pass. I began my journey down the steps, but i knew I needed to say one more thing. “Atsumu”

“what”

“she’s the most loyal girl i’ve ever met. You got lucky. Don’t lose her. I’m serious,”

I plan to make a part two soon

i daydream a lot to escape and this was one i came up with after listening to “jealous, jealous”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu fluff #suna rintaro x reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu scenarios #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu #msby atsumu

[justanotherfanwriter]

devotion

something for @soulxmakaweek I saw the first prompt was devotion and ran with this Bad!Ending au I came up with. It's an idea I'd want to flesh out more, but I feel this is okay for a prompt week! :)

fair warning this is a one-sided soulxmaka fic, but I love when devotion turns into an unreciprocated obsession. So, expect angst.

t/w: gore, violence, murder (but at the very end)

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Maka wasn’t the same after the moon, though, to be fair, none of them were. She hid it well, the slight shift in her personality, the distant stares, her moon bathing. Soul only knew because he heard the way she cried at night when he was stuck fighting his own demons that never quite went away, tucked in the shadowy recesses of his mind, begging, pleading, to come out.

If insomnia hadn’t plagued him, he would have believed all of her heroic puffery, the way she stood at Kid’s side, proud against his naysayers, and her belief in the change they were set to make after the battle on the moon.

The way her gaze flickered to the moon was just a trick of the eye if he didn’t know the way she cried.

She lasted three weeks—and so did he—before she cried herself sick, and he found her in their shared bathroom, her head in the toilet, retching up mucus and lingering specks of black blood. No words were spoken between them as he grabbed her hair and held it for her.

She was sick until the sun came up, and when they fell back against the bathroom wall, sitting together on the floor, tired but not sleeping, she finally spoke, voice cracking, “I just want them back.”

She didn’t say their name, but he knew she was referring to Crona. It was the way she had said them as if said with reverence, referring to a god and not the monster their friend had become. No, them was not used to symbolize the thousands that had lost their lives, but the one who had sacrificed theirs for them all.

The sound of her voice pierced his heart, breaking it in two, confirming everything he had dreaded, and knew, and ignored, and he fought hard against the lump in his throat because that was how he spoke of her, and he understood what it meant.

He wouldn’t be getting what he wanted, but that didn’t matter, did it? He had made a promise a long time ago, hadn’t he? When he said they wouldn’t be like her parents. Of course, liking her had never been the plan—nothing had gone to plan—but he wasn’t the kind of guy to go back on his word.

“What? You’ve already given up?” He said to the tile floor, speaking gruffly as he swallowed his tears. He stood up, offering her his hand, “Don’t be stupid. We’ll get them back. I promise.” 

“How?” She stared up at him, her hand hesitating above his own. She looked drained and defeated and every bit as heartbroken as he felt, staring down at her.

“Why are you asking me?” He snorted, rolling his eyes, envying someone trapped on the moon, “You’re the smart one, remember? I’m just the guy who saves your ass when shit hits the fan. So do what smart people do, okay?” He took her hand and yanked her to her feet, “Go read a book.”

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Maka took his advice very seriously. Textbooks, tomes, manuscripts, scrolls (cursed and uncursed), newspapers, academic journals, and stray internet conspiracies she had printed out littered every free inch of their apartment dedicated to the Gods, the Occult, and Madness. She worked tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned.

From the little spot she had left him at the kitchen table, he’d stare at the sheer volumes of books with wonder. They were like a fungus that only continued to grow. Even his bedroom was unsafe from them. There was a time, years ago now, when her book hoarding was a point of contention between them, and he had forced her to sell a few for extra cash. That had been before she had met Crona. Now, he wouldn’t even dream of it. Sometimes her books were the only thing that kept her going. Not even he could rouse her from her grief anymore.

As the years progressed, Maka had only become more desperate. The world around her had moved on from Madness, adjusting to their new normal, which now included witches, a few werewolves, and one black moon.

Except for him, of course.

He had a few romantic partners in the years that followed the War on the Moon in a self-antagonizing quest to be rid of Maka. It didn’t work. At one point, he was gone for two years. He left without a single word, and when he came back, he was surprised to find she hadn’t even noticed his absence, while he, on the other hand, noticed every single second.

She had smiled up at him from a circle of books like he had only popped out to run a few pointless errands, and his heart had ripped apart and stitched itself back together again in seconds. He looked around their cluttered apartment and asked if she had seen Blair.

“Uh, I haven’t,” She blinked, “but let me read you this. I think…it may be something.”

“When did Blair leave?”

Maka twirled her finger in one of her disheveled, matted pigtails, reading the passage out loud around the pencil eraser she was chewing. She didn’t bother to answer his question. In fact, she acted as if it had never been asked. The most he could hope was that the cat had made it out alive, that he wouldn’t find her buried under a pile of books.

He never did find out what happened to Blair in the two years he was gone. Instead, he sighed, pushed the kitten out of his mind, and slumped his bag down to the floor before turning to pick up the spoiled plates of food she had piled and misplaced on the stacks of books.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let Maka die this way. So, he didn’t leave again. He stayed.

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Kid wasn’t the only god people prayed to, though obviously, he was well worshipped. There were many gods and goddesses that had domains in this world. Some governed over concepts like death, their only absolute order in the chaos of life, other gods represented the seasons.

Some were equated to the Moon.

Maka had become the Moon’s most zealous follower. Every new moon, she paid tribute, lightening candles and whispering prayers. Swirling clouds of incense would fill their apartment, turning her into an ethereal misty mirage.

Maka didn’t make the same tributes to Kid, but this didn’t offend their Death Lord. It wasn’t uncommon for Kid to turn sacrifices, precious goods, and money away. Sometimes Death was a blessing, but he preferred letting nature run its course.  He was only interested in the people that defied him.

It always boggled Soul’s mind that Kid was a friend and still his timeless enemy, but in the end, what did it matter? He wasn’t afraid of Kid. His demons lived in his head, not on a clock, whispering insane circumstances, trying their hardest to draw him back into the black room. He resisted, but nights were still hard, listening to her cry over the moon.  

His friends were more supportive of Maka’s religious obsession. Tsubaki still lit a candle at her brother’s altar for the moon without fail every evening. Black*Star thanked the shadows when she was in earshot. Patty and Liz would occasionally moon bathe with her to keep her company. Kid couldn’t do much without disturbing the power balance between all things, but he didn’t chastise her when she used DWMA resources to further her research.  

Soul, on the other hand, did not participate in her religious endeavors. It was his one act of defiance against her, and if his friends noticed, they never said anything.  

Soul prayed to a different goddess entirely. She was a sound. A “G” note. Solid and reliable and there. If he prayed hard enough, maybe the mirage of her, the ghost of her, haunting these halls filled with books and eye-stinging smoke, would become solid again, forced out of the shadows of the moon and back into the sun where she belonged.

Thoughts of that once-sunny girl consumed him when he stared at the moon priestess on top of their apartment roof. She was whispering a mantra to the rock above them as she held her hands out in prayer. She looked so delicate, bathed in the rays of the weak moonlight that still penetrated the black shroud covering its face, that if he reached out to graze his fingertips down the spine of her back, he was afraid his hand would pass right through.

Instead, he watched her from the stairs, memorizing the lines of her, the sharp angles, and soft curves, remembering when she was once brighter than the sun.

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There was a monk who, according to legend, knew all things. Kid had heard of him once, stating that his father had spoken of the man with venom in his voice. A rare mortal who had defied death and gotten away with it. He knew nothing more, or rather, he disclosed nothing more and, with remorse in his eyes, turned Maka away when she begged.

She, along with Black*Star, was still his best agent. Her obsession to free Crona had spurred her up the ranks of the DWMA Agents, allowing her more access to classified information. He, of course, followed after her.

When Kid turned his back on them, she cursed his name and left in a storm of rage. This wasn’t abnormal. She oscillated between denial, anger, and depression, and bargained whatever she could to gain favors, holy or unholy. Acceptance, he noticed, was never in the queue.

She pulled a few of those favors she had long since gained and found the Monk Who Knew All Things. Soul had never doubted her ability to do so, but it seemed that others hadn’t either. A group, a splinter cell of some sort, had been watching and waiting, allowing her to do the hard part and crack the code, and then swooped in at the last second to steal her prize.  

It was futile on their part. Together, he and Maka cut the group of men down without hesitation, and Soul enjoyed the sick feeling of them being sliced open. The black blood sang, and the room came nearer, but he had learned to ignore its call, focusing only on Maka and what she needed.

A blood bath laid in their wake, and resting upon a rock, waited the monk. His beard was well-trimmed but long. He was old but not frail. And in his eyes was the sweetest sorrow Soul had ever beheld.

He stayed as a scythe as Maka explained herself and her righteous cause.

“Tell me,” She begged, falling to her knees. He slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground. He no longer complained when she did that, instead mourning only the loss of her touch. He could have transformed back into a human, but because she had not requested he do so, he stayed as a scythe within hand reach.

“Please,” She continued to plead, “how? How do I free them?”

The old man thought for a moment, staring up at the Black Moon, “It used to be such a lovely sight.”

“It still is,” Maka sneered. “Now, tell me. I saved your life; you owe me that much.”

His gaze fell back to her, and he sighed, “There’s nothing a mortal like yourself can do. This is a job of a god. Of divinity.”

This chilled his blood and reminded him of a recent conversation he had with Tsubaki prior to their trip. She had grasped him by the elbow and stared at him seriously with more authority than he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in her.

“Then, I’ll become a god,” Maka hissed, nonplussed by this revelation. “Tell me how.”

“I know that look in her, Soul.” Tsubaki had stated, “I’ve seen it in Black*Star—”

“You already know,” The Man Who Knew All Things said with a sad shake of his head, “and I beg that you do not follow this path.”

“It’s too late for that,” Maka spoke softly with tears in her eyes. “I promised them I would get them back.”

Madness was an interesting concept. Power, greed, order, grief. Just about anything could drive someone mad, and with the lingering pulses of Asura still permeating their atmosphere, Maka was—had been—at her breaking point. Once a beacon of human endurance, even she had lost herself in something.

Though he was still a scythe and could not see the look in her eye from the ground where he lay, he could feel the energy of her soul through their wave link singing a broken, mournful tune. It awoke something deep in him, and his soul began to reach out, harmonizing every other broken note as something dark pounded on the locked door in his mind.

“—she is going somewhere you cannot follow—” Tsubaki had warned him.

He had no time to react when Maka snatched him from his place on the ground and brought him down on the Man Who Knew All Things.

“Maka! No!” Was all he could cry as his blade caught the old man’s neck, slicing it clean off. She let go of him, and he went flying away, innocent blood staining his blade as he again clattered to the ground.

It was silent as the head of the monk rolled to a stop before her, and as he transformed back into his body, she covered her mouth in horror and shock, falling back to her knees with a horrible moan before crying out mantras and prayers to her Moon and its inhabitant, pleading for mercy and forgiveness, and a way to get Crona back.

He only felt sick. He had no prayers to whisper. Maka, his beloved, dearest Maka, had just committed the worst taboo. She had reaped a pure soul, one not on the Shinigami's List, and she had used him to do so. They had defied Death himself, and Soul knew Kid would not forgive her, not for this.

He should have run, like the coward he knew he was, but as tears streaked down his own face, he stayed. He had made a promise like that to her once, hadn’t he?

Tsubaki’s voice continued to echo in his head, “—and you will lose yourself entirely if you do not resist her.”

He sucked in a breath and knew their friend was right. A decision had to be made, but unfortunately, as he looked over at Maka, he knew he had already made his decision a long time ago. He didn’t fear death, he had his own demons, and they were devoted to a girl who was devout to the Moon.

He opened his mouth wide as Tsubaki’s warning played on repeat and swallowed the Monk’s soul whole. He stood there a moment, feeling it slither down his throat. The texture was the same as always, and for a moment, he was overcome with this incredible realization that a sound soul was no different from the unrested.

Slowly, he crawled his way toward Maka. When he reached her, he pulled her shaking form into his, and she didn’t resist as he began to rock them gently, smoothing down her hair. “Shush, shush, it’s okay.” He cooed, “We’ll be okay.”

He pulled away from her slightly and pressed their palms together as if in prayer, and slowly, so, so slowly, spoke as he finally started to feel the effects of a sound soul course its way through his body. He had been wrong, mistaken. A sound soul was not the same as the unrested. The black blood consumed it with vigor, and he knew now his hunger would be satisfied with nothing less.

“I told you, didn’t I?” He said barely above a whisper, looking past the tears in her eyes, as he shifted his fingers, interlocking them with hers, “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#soul x maka #soma week #also this is unedited lol #it's supposed to read like a stream of consciousness but still unedited

[anerol152]

Hello! This is anon #2, back with another essay, LOL. I figured I’d try to submit a post instead because tumblr asks have a character limit and it’s such a pain trying to avoid blowing up your notifications. xD

only got a few friends to talk about it that I won’t spoil or bore after half an hour and is nice to have a way to discuss it.

Same here! I don’t know anyone else who’s just as invested so I’ve been doing my best to pretend like I’m having a normal amount of thoughts about this which, HA. HAHAHA. I really wish there was a Discord server, but I get the feeling it’d just get lumped in with all the other RE things and my brain is just like NO, ETHAN AND ROSE. xD

Also you two are really good at making Rose’s childhood even more tragic and I both thank you for that and am in a ;_; mood of my own

Misery loves company. I need someone to suffer with me because I’ve just been completely plagued with thoughts of what kind of life Rose has had and how heartbroken Ethan would be to learn about it.

Though, if I have any gripe with SoR it’s that I wish they spent a little more time with ‘Michael’ and Rose before the big reveal. Just have some scenes where they’re just trading stories about who they are! Give Rose a chance to piece together who Michael really is and Ethan to learn who his daughter is now. (On the other hand, I do love how Rose has known Ethan for all of a few hours and she’s still ready to to completely put down a smackdown when something happens to him. Ethan being like that for Rose is a given, but it was amazing to see Rose turn around and do the same. She threw away a normal life to protect him and didn’t even regret it! MY HEART.)

[…] Which is why I’m afraid she kept her mindset of 'scientist first, mother/wife second’ after Rose was born. Plus the trauma. Even if she was stone cold cruel like some fans believe (think they might be mixing her up with Miranda tho -_-“) she would have had some trauma from it still.

Yeah, sadly, I’m feeling this as well. RE8 never made her seem like a bad parent, but they definitely planted the seed for being a secretive, distant one. Especially considering Mia is still keeping secrets and who knows if she ever told Ethan about her involvement with The Connection.

SoR just kept hitting me over the head with that too. It’s possible it’s just because SoR was about Ethan-Rose, but I kept noticing that Mia was completely absent from all of the memories he shows Rose. It makes me think that Ethan was the one usually the one doing the childcare and the memories were of Ethan maybe telling Mia about their day.

On top of that, the Mia mannequin was in an area where Eveline was preying on Rose’s fears so wtf happened to cause Rose to have anxiety about her mother catching her? W H A T.

Also Rose was… way too trusting of what 'K’ wanted her to do. Going about it in secret like that? Was just odd from the start.

Oh yeah, I think it was a combo of Miranda preying on Rose’s desperation and also using someone Rose would trust completely to lure her in. I also side eye Chris here because it wasn’t him either so jfc, everyone Rose was left with failed her.

Yes Ethan justice!

He really is just a guy. A random dude. A dad. But he is a good dad. Man him cradling baby Rose at the end of RE8 plus saving her in the DLC made me cry so much (first part more but man would it have been very emotionally effective if both came out at the same time)

Oh my fucking god, yes. I was exposed to things a bit backwards because I saw SoR before I watched the ending of RE8. Even knowing what would happen, it completely broke me. Ethan’s voice throughout the entire thing as he struggled to keep going just a little longer and the "Goodbye, Rosemary” just akgjhajf. ;__;

They did such a fantastic job with him - Ethan is my absolute favorite now Rose in second and it absolutely cracks me up that all it took to wreck everyone’s shit was one very upset father-daughter duo (and how it kept going even beyond the grave.) Miranda really messed with the wrong people. I seriously wish RE7 could have given him the same depth and didn’t just have him as a placeholder for the player.

Knowing what I know about his personality now, I can fill in the gaps on how he would have reacted to things like, idk, killing his wife repeatedly, but his character really could have used some love back then. :( I don’t think people would have thought he was boring if he had been given the same treatment.

But yeah, the DLC really does hit you in the feels with the what ifs of Ethan taking care of Rose. Saw a… comic? Animatic? Not sure which; of Ethan taking care of Rose through her life, being there for her. Man. Really gets you feeling ;_;

;_; It does. Both of them deserve to have a family with unconditional love and support. Though, I absolutely adore how self-confident Rose is by the end of the DLC knowing that her dad is proud of her no matter what.

There’s a little easter egg at the very end of RE8/SoR with Ethan’s character model and I’m really hoping it’s a hint he’ll be back (maybe as just a side character to cheer on his daughter or give her ammunition). Like, ffs, Capcom. They’ve both been through enough, let Ethan stay with his daughter! Though… if this happens, it will still make me sad knowing he missed 16 years of her life. You know that’s going to hurt for him.

#RE 8 #re 8 village #ethan winters #rosemary winters #tumblr submission #never posted one of those before #will reply after #I guess?? #Loved this tho

[hazbinextgeneration]

Hellaverse Rarepair Week Day 5: Human/Au

Alastor x Mimzy

*My own Au which is different from other's. SO- Human Au where Mimzy is (the human) a singer in the 1990's fighting for her dreams of becoming a professional singer and fights for equal treatment in her workplace despite her parents' own believes, and AL(the demon) takes a liking to her.*

The long night had finally come to a close for the dancer as she casually made her way back to her dressing room. It had been quite tiring dealing with all of tonight's drunken idiots and their advances thrown at her. But.......she could at least relax now that all her 'fans' were left behind. Or so she thought. She was almost to her room when a small feeling in her gut got her attention. She stopped before looking back........No one but the other staff members were there and they were doing other things. She shrugged it off, but the feeling never went away. She eventually got to said dressing room and on contact, flung open the door and slammed it behind her. She sighed and leaned against the door. She stayed like that for a moment before kicking off her shoes and pushing herself off the doorway. Her body was stiff and sore from all that dancing and singing she had done. What she needed was a good drink. Walking across the room, she stopped in front of a small cabinet. Opening it, she looked at all the selections available......before picking one from the very back. She failed to notice the red eyes in the mirror behind her.

Sitting back up, she carefully placed a wine glass and the bottle on top of the cabinet.

"Gin. Nice choice."

She yelped and whirled around. In the process, knocking over the glass and bottle. A crash was heard followed by shattered glass and spilt wine. On instinct, she leaped back from the mess and looked at it.....before looking at the direction were the voice came from. And froze.In the shadows, leaning against her vanity, was a tall figure staring back at her. He was much taller than her and wore what looked like a red suit. His red eyes stared back at her like a wild cat sizing up it's prey. She couldn't tell which was more creepy......That smile or his eyes.

"Who are you?"

he smiled wider (if that was even possible) and leaned into the light. She got a better glimpse at him. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself." He walked with a slight sashay until he stood directly in front of her. He gave a slight bow before extending a hand. "My name is Alastor and you are Ms. Mimzy I presume."

"Y-Yes. What are you doing in my dressing room? I specifically said I don't do meet ups. Of any kind."

He stared at her. "I've been watching a few of your shows and I must say......your voice is very radio worthy.~"

She stared up at him completely confused. "........Well, thank you, Sir. B-B-But Im afraid flattery will get you no where here."

"Mmm. A tough personality. Admirable."

She crossed her arms and gave him a frown. "Look. If you're here to just butter me up-" She pointed at the door. "-then please just get out. I have nothing to give you and you have nothing to gain from me."

He paused......before chuckling? She now stared completely bewildered at this possibly crazy man. This was starting to get too weird for her liking.

"I assure you, I want nothing you have. Nor am I here to dote flattery upon you."

"...Then what ARE you here for? Last time I checked, it wasn't very gentleman like to sneak into a lady's dressing room."

Without warning, he suddenly leaned down eye level causing her to back. His wild expression causing more uneasiness. "I simply wished to give you something."

It was hard to gulp down the lump in her throat before saying, ''W-What?"

A sudden sweet smell hit her before something red was pressed into her hand. Blinking, she looked down at the object in her hand.".......A rose?"

"Take it as a token of my admiration~ Do enjoy the fine gin you left out."

"But it was-" She turned around, but froze at the site before her.

The glass and wine bottle was still there.....only.....They weren't broken. No glass on the ground. No wine spilt....It was just.....Like it never happened.

"-Broken......How did you-?"

She froze again when she was met with an empty room. She looked around for any possible way he could've left, but found none. She stared a little longer before looking at the fixed glass, then at the flower in her hand. The only possible things that proved he was even there.

"......I think...I need that drink now."

[genshin-obsessed]

I noticed you didn't have a link to a "Where he likes to kiss you" for Childe and Aether, so could you do that please? Everyone else got one and it was SO CUTE IM CRYING AAAAA. Also, I would like to see a jealous Aether... With Paimon as his back up... 👀

I think these are two requests in one o: i couldn't really tell! But here <3 Anyway, so I ended up writing both! Second request below ^w^

Tags: @stargazer-balladeer ^w^ jelly!aether plus a lil sum sum <3

Where He Likes to Kiss You + Jealous Aether!

» Aether

Nose!

He loves kissing your nose! Like a cute little peck!

He adores it when you scrunch your nose right after or just close your eyes and giggle. Like oh my god, can you get any cuter?!

He does it just for fun, but there are days where he notices you’re down. He’ll just take your face, lean in, and kiss your nose. It always brings a smile to your face- and his as well.

He’s also a huge fan of getting them back. When you do kiss his nose, his face goes bright red and he just can’t talk for a few seconds.

You frowned a little as you laid down on the bed. Your day had been rather stressful and you thought when you’d return home, you’d feel better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case- your nerves from earlier were still running high. You weren’t sure what it was that caused this, but you felt the lump in your throat. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself, not wanting to worry your boyfriend.

Aether, however, knew you were upset the second you walked into the house. He decided to make you a quick snack, got your favorite drink ready, and then walked into the bedroom. You weren’t paying attention, so he was able to hide the snacks on a nearby table. He walked closer and placed his hand on your arm. You opened your eyes, immediately feeling your lip quiver.

Aether helped you sit up, and without warning, he pressed a kiss to your nose. You stared at him for a second before a smile broke out on your face. The tears still slid down your cheeks but the heavy feeling lifted a little.

“It’s ok to cry, babe. Look, I got your favorites,” he said, holding the snacks up, “why don’t we just watch a movie or something and relax for the night? I think you really need it.” You only nodded, desperately trying to dry your cheeks. Aether was one who encouraged you to let your emotions flow instead of holding them in. He was always there to dry your tears at the end.

» Childe

Lips!

Childe adores your lips- not a surprise!

He loves that cute little blush that finds its way onto your cheeks, and if you’re shying away from him- oh dear god.

Although Childe doesn’t have much of a preference for kissing you in public, he does understand if it bothers you. For the most part, he tries to keep all his affections behind closed doors. Aside from holding your hand.

He loves to greet you with a kiss and tries to do so every single time. There are days where you won’t see him for a while, so whenever he comes back, he kisses you first.

You impatiently sat at the bench, looking around restlessly. Today, your boyfriend Childe was coming back home from a long mission. He’d been gone for roughly two weeks. Normally, he’d find a way to contact you during the said missions, but this one specifically required he stay away from you. It worried you more than you thought it would- you would never doubt Childe’s abilities, but you still worried.

You slumped a little, realizing it was much later than when he said he’d meet you. Childe was supposed to meet you in this exact spot at noon… it was now past five and he still wasn’t here. You felt your nerves racing and the worst scenarios popped into your head.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you failed to register your boyfriend calling out to you. He was indeed running a little late, but he was perfectly fine- not a scratch on him! When his blue eyes landed on your visage, he knew exactly what you were thinking. So, he decided to break those thoughts in a less than conventional way.

He swiftly moved towards you and took your face, barely giving you a second to register what was going on. Soon, his lips were on yours, in a gentle kiss. You tensed with fear, only to realize who it was. Almost immediately, you melted into the kiss, placing your hands over his.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“I’m so glad you’re ok.”

Jealous Aether!

Word Count: 465 Warnings: Scary Aether???

Aether’s gaze hardened at the sight as he felt his chest tighten up. A frown appeared on his lips as his hands clenched into a fist. Aether wasn’t a jealous guy- not normally, but there were days where he couldn’t control the anger that bubbled up at the sight of someone hitting on you.

You were too nice for your own good- even when you were uncomfortable, you stayed courteous and he really disliked it. No, he didn’t dislike you or your personality. He was just upset that you wouldn’t stand your ground properly.

“Ooh… Paimon really doesn't like that person.” Paimon said as she appeared beside Aether. The person talking to you was uncomfortably close and no matter how much you backed away, they didn’t leave. In fact, they almost had you pinned to the wall. “Kick his butt.”

Aether huffed as he walked towards you, feeling his anger spike when you pressed yourself into the wall in an attempt to get away from the person.

“Hey, you’re really cute when you do that.” They said as they leaned in, only to freeze like a statue when they felt a cold blade against their throat. Your eyes were equally wide as you stared at your livid boyfriend.

“Get any closer and I won’t hesitate…” Aether threatened, with Paimon appearing behind him.

“Yeah! You leave (y/n) alone you weirdo! They’re clearly not interested!”

“Y-you’re crazy! I’m just trying to talk to my spouse!” They added, backing up a little, making your eyes widen.

“WHAT?! WE’RE NOT MARRIED!” The offender slowly backed away as Aether’s blade moved with them. The blond stood in front of you protectively, holding the sword straight out towards the bothersome individual.

“Leave.” They only huffed and quickly ran off with Paimon spewing threats like she always did. Aether’s golden eyes followed the offender as his weapon vanished.

“Paimon can’t believe some people! How could they claim that they’re married to (y/n)! To their boyfriend, no less!” Paimon huffed, crossing her arms. Aether was uncomfortably silent and he hadn’t moved an inch. You were a little nervous, slowly reaching out to touch his arm.

Almost immediately, he snapped out of it, turning around to face you. That unshakable and terrifying man you’d seen earlier was gone, nowhere to be seen. He was back to being Aether.

“A-are you ok?” You asked, making him wrap his arms around you.

“I should be asking you that, are you ok? Did they hurt you? Touch you?” You shook your head, breathing in his scent. It always brought you a great amount of comfort.

“I’m ok… thanks to you.”

“I’m… sorry for scaring you.”

“Scary?! That was awesome! Paimon thinks you need to be like that more often! We’d get way more done, faster!”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin aether x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #childe x reader #aether x reader #aether headcanons #childe headcanons #aether imagines

[tears-of-themiss]

Can i request something with marius where he learns that s/o gave up their passion for a paying job? Like they excel in their job and have a reputation but it’s not something they’re passionate about. I just think it’s interesting dynamic.

So this ask is literally months old and I started writing this in fucking October, but, hey, I did get around to finishing it eventually. ^^;

I fully took this as an excuse to do something entirely self indulgent so hope you don't mind.

Note: I did fall off of the ToT train for a few months so I'm sure I fucked up w some lore things and maybe some characterization idk I tried. Feel free to gently berate me if needed. Also, you can almost certainly tell but I have zero experience with anything in the white collar business world we are just gonna hand wave through it all.

And this could probably use another read through/edit, but if I refrained from posting it until I felt satisfied I would never post it. So that being said

Number One Fan | Marius von Hagen

WC: 1718

It’s a Friday night- well, it was technically Saturday at this point but- there’s something soft and indie drifting from his speaker and his partner is sprawled out on his plush and incredibly soft bed in one of his hoodies, and, god, he should be lying with them and annoying the hell out of them until they both fall asleep, but there are only so many hours in the day and he needs to paint goddammit!

It’d been an incredibly long week that had concluded with the gallery opening for this year’s Pax Art Young Champions. It was a lot of bullshit and mingling, but also a lot of beautiful artwork from up and coming artists. Which meant his brain had been going non-stop all night as he studied and admired the pieces, filling him with creative juices and lots of inspiration.

By the time they’d gotten home, he’d been dying to work on his newest piece and his beautiful, wonderful, ever-so-patient partner had only encouraged him. So he sat, in his boxers and his unbuttoned dress shirt, and he painted.

He’s mixing a new shade when their voice startles him out of his creative trace.

“Did you always want to be an artist?”

"Well, I don't know about always,” he says after a pause. “I vaguely remember wanting to be an astronaut at one point." He grins as he recalls staying up late with Giann to look through his telescope. The darkest of blue skies, the twinkling, burning white flecks of stars thousands and millions of miles away, the moon almost a spotlight on Giann as he talks animatedly of old tales, of more worlds than humans can imagine.

He deftly fights past the familiar lump in his throat. "But I fell in love with art when I was pretty young, yeah."

He hesitates and resumes painting, before speaking again.

"My mom's paintings were all over the house growing up, and I adored them. Had to learn about the business, though, so it was on the back burner until I got older, and I could really pursue it."

Until I couldn't.

It goes unsaid, but it hangs heavy in the silence that follows. Music still drones from the speaker, but they say nothing and it leaves him feeling uneasy.

"What about you? Did you always wanna be a ‘business person?’"

They snort and Marius turns to see the grin on their face. "Oh, yeah. All my life, I was dreaming about piles of paperwork and email etiquette."

"Your sarcastic comments are deeply hurtful and entirely uncalled for."

The two share a smile before they unceremoniously flop backward onto the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I wanted to be a vet for a while. That is, until I was, like, eleven, and me and all my nerd friends decided we were all gonna write our own stories-"

An image of them as a child, sitting in a circle of friends as they all write their own tales makes Marius perk up immediately. "Please tell me you have that saved somewhere."

"Absolutely not, and for that I am forever grateful because yikes. But it did get me into writing, and got me dreaming of someday being a published author."

"So, what made you get into business, then?"

Still lying down, they raise their arms in an exaggerated shrug. “Money?”

He frowns, that answer settles in his gut, feels wrong. Was that the entire reason?

They turn their head and see something in his face that makes them keep talking.

"I mean, I love writing- I took some creative writing classes and workshops between all my requisites- but unless you're going into teaching, a Lit degree seems like a waste of money. So, I was totally lost. I didn't know what I wanted to do.

"Sometime in sophomore year, a friend of mine got me a paid internship at a small marketing firm. In the end, the boss sat me down and told me she thought I had potential. She said that I could continue to intern while working toward a degree in marketing, and, you know, it was fine, I didn't hate it- the internship or the classes- so that's what I did." They shrug once more.

Didn’t hate it.

Marius knows he is privileged, that he always has been and that not everyone has had the same opportunities as he did. But hearing it spelled out so plainly by the person he loves, that the reason they’re not following their dreams because of money?

It kills him every day- struggling to run Pax, to keep the family legacy going, to make his father- make Giann- proud, all the while knowing that he can’t truly pursue his passions. He feels exhausted all the time trying to make it all work, to make time for himself, his studies, his art.

His chest hurts.

He puts down his brush and palette, and joins them on his bed. He lies on his back next to them, mimicking their position, but studying them from the corner of his eye.

"Do you still write?"

"Sometimes.” They smile ruefully. "It's hard to find the time between work and the exhaustion that comes from work. For a few years, I barely wrote anything at all. Between school and work, and depression and writer's block, I couldn't get much out. All the ideas and creativity I had when I was a kid seemed to just... run out.

"The past two years or so have been better, though," they add, looking over at him with a soft smile. "I seem to have gotten out of that funk- knock on wood."

Marius reaches an arm back to knock on his headboard, relishes in the genuine grin that earns him.

"What if you could quit your job and focus on writing? Would you?" He throws it out casually as if he isn’t immediately willing to make that happen for them.

They laugh. "I mean that'd be nice, I guess? But I've got bills and rent and student loans, and I have to, like, pay money to exist in this world, so..."

“Well, do you still dream about getting published?"

They hum, taking a moment before responding. "I mean, yeah. Ideally. I'm not holding onto the idea of becoming a renown author anymore, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, for one, that’s such an insanely rare thing- an author becoming so big, especially for any long period of time. And, two, well…” They trail off, gazing back up at the ceiling with a frown. “I’m- I don’t know if I-“ They’re exuding uncertainty.

Marius rolls over onto his side and places a comforting hand on their arm. He opens his mouth to say something dumb and comforting, but they beat him to it.

“Do you ever feel like you're not even good at the one thing you love doing?"

He’s not sure what he had been expecting them to say but it wasn’t that. And if his chest didn’t hurt before…

He barely gets a second to process before they laugh. "Fuck. That’s a stupid question to ask my boyfriend, the immeasurably talented, world-renown artist."

“Babe…” He flounders for a split second before breaking out into an exaggerated grin. “You really think I’m ‘immeasurably talented?’ Aw!”

His grin softens when he sees he’s able to get a smile out of them.

"I know it might be hard to believe, coming from someone as wonderful and talented as me,” he’s awarded with an eye roll, “but every artist has doubts. It's a cliché for a reason: you are your own worst critic." A paint flecked hand reaches over to cup at their cheek and, gods, his heart aches when they look up at him with those eyes. "Every piece I've made, I can look at and tell you at least twenty things I could've done- should've done- differently."

"I know, I know,” they look away. “But what if I'm, like, genuinely not good? What if I suck at it and it's just something I'm not meant to do?"

"Then, you do it anyway because it's something you love." He runs his thumb over their cheek, ever-so-gently. "I don't, for a second, believe that you're as bad as you think you are. But you write because it brings you joy. So, write! Don't focus on any of the expectations, don't worry about the outcome- just write.

"And, read, too! Like, tonight- I always get so inspired after going to a gallery- just feeling that creative energy and seeing the emotion and effort put into a piece makes me want to pick up a brush."

“Crap, you were painting! I didn’t mean to interrupt your painting time.”

“Nuh-uh, nope.” He shakes his head and wraps his arms around them, pulling them to his chest. He chuckles at the indignant squawk of his name, buries his face into the crook of their shoulder. “I’ll always make time for you, and I'm going to support all your endeavors, no matter what. I just want to see you happy. I'll always be your number one fan."

“Marius von Hagen, you’re gonna make me cry.”

They turn in his arms and he only catches a glimpse of watery eyes, of that face he could spend forever looking at, before they pull him into the softest of kisses.

He’s left feeling smug and energized and warm- so warm.  It’s autumn leaves and hot chocolate and laughing til he can’t breathe, rib crushing hugs and breathtaking sunsets and painting in the sunlight. Everything blurred together into the bright fire of a star one million miles away, shoved into his too small body, bursting out at the seams.

Marius is so stupidly in love.

They lie together for a while, not quite listening to the music that continues to play off whatever playlist they had chosen earlier. The dreamy atmosphere- and undoubtedly ungodly hour- has him drifting off. But, still, his mind runs rampant thinking of them.

"You know, if I'm not mistaken, the Pax Art Foundation does have some writing groups..."

"Hmm... I dunno...” They murmur. “Seems a little sus. I am fucking the chairman after all."

He snorts. "It's not all scholarships, you know? There's also open groups and workshops, even some classes..."

They hum. "I'll think about it."

“Good.”

#tears of themis #tears of themis marius #marius von hagen #tot marius #lu jinghe #minific #? #i dont know what to tag this with #also i suck at titles idk what to tell yall

[yootaesowlwrites]

Are You Ashamed Of Me? - Mick Schumacher

A/N: While writing this, I realized how I’ve written Mick checking if the doors are locked, This is a habit of mine to always check if things are locked for safety reasons.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst.

W/C: 1.2K

You softly giggle as Mick lays his forehead against you, his arms wrapped around you as he held you in his arms, you were about to go out for the day, but he had decided to corner you to give you a few kisses first, which is how you ended up in his arms and his forehead laid against yours giggling, you look into his eyes as your laughter calms down, those beautiful eyes you had fallen in love with, he tilts his head before pressing his lips against yours, tasting the blueberry muffin you had eaten for breakfast, your hands slip into the pockets of his jeans as you lean further into the kiss.

“Okay, okay, we really should get going,” Mick says after breaking the kiss, your lower lip pops out in a pout. “You look so adorable.” He unwraps his arms from around you and pulls your hands out from his pockets. “But we should really get going.”

“Hmpf.” You huff but nod your head, he opens the front door and you quickly step outside the house made your way to the car, he quickly makes sure the front door is locked before making his way to the car also, you climb into the passenger side and get comfortable in it before putting your seatbelt on, Mick climbs into the driver's side and puts the key into the ignition to start the car, once the engine was running he pulled his safety belt on and reversed out of the driveway, you place your hand on his knee and softly smile at him, you always had your hand on his knee when he drove, it never indicated anything sexual, it was just a subtle display of affection you showed him, he removes one hand from the steering wheel and reaches for your hand, he lifts it up to his lips and gently kisses your knuckles before putting it back on his knee with his hand on top of yours.

“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” Mick asks as he focused on the road, you turn your head to look at him, watching how his eyes crinkled when he smiles.

“I did.” You say. “It was nice being held by you during the night.” You saw his nose wrinkle as his smile widens. “How was your sleep?”

“It was good.” He says. “Because you were in my arms for the entire night.” This time you couldn’t help but smile.

“Cute.” You say as you gently squeeze his knee, the drive didn’t take that long before you had arrived at the botanic garden, he parks the car and the two of you climb out, you wait on the sidewalk for him as he checks that the car is locked, he joins you on the sidewalk and reaches for your hand only for you to pull your hand away, if there was one thing you weren’t a fan of it was public display of affection, you didn’t mind showing affection behind closed doors, but when in public, you quickly climbed into a shell, at first he didn’t think much of it until he tried it again, and you pulled your hand away once more, he sucked in his cheeks and lowered his head in frustration as all the times when you pulled your hand away from his grasp flooded his mind.

“Y/n.” He says, you could hear it in his tone, he wasn’t happy at all, and you were dumbfounded, you look at him after you had entered the garden, he stops walking and looks at you, you could see his nostrils flaring in anger. “Are you ashamed of me?” He narrowed his eyes at you, and his hands balled into a fist, he was getting sick of you pulling away when he wanted to be affectionate towards you in public, and he was starting to think that you were ashamed of him.

“What?” You say as the smile you had slowly vanished until your brows were furrowed and your eyes slightly narrowed. “Why do you ask that?” His body almost shook with anger, did you really have no idea?

“Do you honestly…” He says through gritted teeth, you had no idea what you had done to make him this angry. “You refuse to hold my hand, you refuse to look in my eyes, you shrug my arm off your shoulders when I pull you closer, you find any excuse when I want to kiss you or your cheeks, are you that damn ashamed of me in public?!” Your eyes widen at his loud tone, you had never told him that you disliked PDA, and now it was biting you in the ass.

“Mick…” You softly say as your fingers twitch, you wanted to reach out and grab his hand.

“Forget it.” He says before turning away and walking away, he needed to get away and cool down, he needed to walk alone before he would say something he might regret.

“Mick!” You say loudly as you begin to follow him. “Hear me out, please!”

“Why should I?” He asks without turning around. “You’re obviously so damn ashamed of me, just leave me alone right now, Y/n.”

“I hate PDA!” You quickly yell stopping in your step which caused him to freeze in his. “I dislike public display of affection, I hate it so much, and I should have told you before… I should have said something sooner.” You could feel a lump forming in your throat as tears formed in your eyes, you were scared of losing him. “I should have told you when it happened the first time!” He slowly turns around, unclenching his fists, his jaw no longer clenched either.

“You… what?” He asks, his tone much softer.

“I don’t like PDA.” You repeat, he takes a step towards you as the anger from his eyes dissolves. “I should have said something sooner…” His steps became larger as he moves towards you.

“I… I… Y/n…” He softly says, he lifts his hand to cup your cheeks only to stop before his fingers could touch your skin. “I should have realized...”

“No, no, I should have told you from the beginning.” You say. “You can’t read minds, I should have been open with you.” He wanted to cup your cheeks, but instead, he lowered his hand to his side, deciding to step over the boundary you set for yourself, you grabbed his hand. “I’m… we, if we move slowly into it, ease into it…”

“No, no, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” He says as he carefully pulls his hand from your grasp. “If you’re uncomfortable then I understand, I don’t want you to feel tense when we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves.” You softly smile at him. “As long as you make it up when we’re at home.” You nod your head as your smile widens.

“I always do, haven’t you noticed how I love affection at home?” You ask. “I just want to cuddle you when we’re home and be in your arms.” A smile begins stretching along his lips as his mind is flooded with all the images of you being always over him at home.

“Let’s quickly go through this place so we can head home.” He says as he turns towards the pathway, you giggle and follow alongside him as you begin exploring through the garden.

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[knchins]

Not Your Friend - Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Tsukki invites you over for Thanksgiving dinner after a day at the Labor Thanksgiving festival. But things start to fall apart when he introduces you to his family as his friend instead of his girlfriend.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k (not 206 omfg ally get it TOGETHER)

Server Collab: @haikyuucreations - Home Sweet Home

Warnings: Angst (w/ a happy ending), Very brief mention of sex, stuffed animal abuse (jkjk)

Notes: Anon I hope you don’t mind a happy ending because I totally intended to leaving it open ended but then my heart hurt too much and I had to make them happy in the end. Anyway first collab piece for hqc! Please enjoy <3

 Even though you had been dating Tsukishima Kei for a little over six months now, you were still surprised when he invited you to a Thanksgiving Day dinner celebration with his family and closest friend Yamaguchi Tadashi. He had mentioned the festival that would take place earlier in the day and that after the two of you explored a bit, you’d go back to his home and have dinner with his mother, older brother, and best friend.

 It was a little odd because Tsukishima had disagreed on group dates or meeting your own family multiple times. He always found excuses to not do it. He would only say that he liked to keep his love life private, and asked that you would respect that. And so far you had. You didn’t talk about what went on between the two of you with anyone outside of your relationship, even your friends. You would be vague about your dates and if you had a fight then you’d pretend like nothing was going on. He wanted privacy and you wanted to give that to him.

 Despite that, you were really excited to finally meet his family. He had told you a lot about them and you had always wanted to meet them. You didn’t think he would have agreed if you had simply asked, so you never voiced your wishes to him. Luckily it seemed that time made him comfortable enough in your relationship to want to introduce you to the other people in his life finally.

 That morning you put on one of your best outfits, something that was cute but suitable for meeting your boyfriend’s family. Once you were finished getting ready, you went outside to meet Tsukki at his car. He would never go up to the door, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. He smiled softly at you, approving of your attire. “You look cute.” He said before driving you to the festival.

 The day was spent playing games and enjoying each other’s company. A few people recognized him from seeing his games with the Sendai Frogs and told them how they were big fans of him and the team. You knew he didn’t really care for the attention, always making an excuse to pull him away from the intruding person so he could relax by your side again. Tsukishima was always appreciative of how well you seemed to be able to read him. Despite his usual cold demeanor, people just seemed so eager to aggravate him. It was incredibly annoying.

 Luckily, the fans bold enough to interrupt your time together were few and far between today. Tsukki won you a stuffed brontosaurus, making sure you tell you how inaccurate the plush was as you hugged it close to snuggle with it happily, listening to him list why it was improbable for a dinosaur to be neon pink with orange spots. Of course he added how the head wasn’t shaped quite right and the proportions were a tad off. It was enough to make you giggle as he took you back to his car to take you to his family home.

 Anxiety fluttered in your chest as you watched the scenery pass you by in the window. What if they didn’t like you? You wondered to yourself. What if they thought you weren't good enough for him? A million negative scenarios and interactions raced through your mind as you thought of every conceivable way that you could screw this up. If this didn’t go well, then he’d probably never let you see them again. The thought of that hurt more than anything.

 After failed scenario number five hundred and thirty seven, Tsukki pulled up to his family home and parked out front. He opened the door for you and you stepped out, choosing to leave your new beloved (though inaccurate) dino behind. You didn’t want them to think you were childish because you loved stuffed animals.

 As he shut the car door behind you, Yamaguchi arrived with a wide smile. He greeted you enthusiastically, hugging you before giving Tsukishima a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.The three of you headed inside and deposited your shoes at the door as Kei’s mother came to greet you.

 “This is my friend,” Tsukki began before telling her your name. You couldn’t stop your eyes from widening in shock, looking at him with hurt as you tried to reel in the fresh set of tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. Friend? That’s all you were to him? Since when?

 You managed to compose yourself enough to bow to her as she told you it was nice to finally meet you. She then told Yamaguchi that she missed seeing him every weekend like she did when they were in high school together. The two began a friendly conversation as they retreated into the next room.

 Still frozen in place, you tried to grasp hold on your shattering heart. After everything, the ups and downs, the hiding you away, the confessions of love, the sex, he still somehow thinks of you as only…a friend? There was a lump in your throat, making it painful to swallow. Tsukishima didn’t seem to be pressed by the state you were in, he simply walked further into the house to catch up with his mother and friend.

 You took a deep breath to try and regain control of yourself. You attempted to numb the pain in your heart, simply thinking that if he just wanted to be friends then you’d simply treat him as a friend and nothing more. Two could play this game, not matter how much it hurt.

 Tsukki introduced you to his older brother and his significant other. You and Yamaguchi chatted with him while Tsukishima went to help his mother with something in the kitchen. You tried to keep yourself in the moment and to not think too much about the greeting. Though, he repeated himself again when introducing you to Akiteru. Being friendzoned on what you thought was a date was possibly one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. You wish you could go back in time and decline his invitation to come over in the first place.

 Yamaguchi could read you like an open book. Not that you were incredibly hard to read in the first place, but it was easy to see that something was bothering you. Of course he knew exactly what was on your mind. He took you to the side after you finished chatting with Akiteru. “I’m sorry, I probably should have warned you I had a feeling this would happen.” He said to you in a quiet voice so that no one else could hear him.

 “I just want to go home.” You confessed. Despite how delicious the food smelled, you had no desire to even be near Tsukishima after what he had just done to you. The pain was simply too fresh, the wound too new. “I think I’m going to be sick…”

 He rubbed your back in an attempt to comfort you. “I think this is just his way of testing you.” Yamaguchi said, hoping that it would make you feel better. Alas it only made you feel worse. Why the hell did you need to be tested? Had you not gone through enough together in the past six months? Anger was starting to overwhelm your hurt and Tadashi attempted to backpedal. “I could be wrong though. Sometimes I don’t know what goes on in his head.”

 You dabbed at your eyes with the end of her shirt sleeve to try and keep the tears from falling. “Can you sit between us?” You asked, “I don’t want to be next to him right now.” He nodded, understanding how you were feeling. He wished he could pull Kei aside and ask him himself what was going through that head of his. Why was he doing this to the girl that he said he loved? Sometimes he could be such an enigma.

 Akiteru informed them that dinner was ready and the table was set. Tsukishima as already seated, Yamaguchi stayed true to his word and sat down next to him while you sat next to Yamaguchi. You could feel Kei’s eyes on you, wondering just what you were doing, but you ignored him totally. You told his mother that everything looked and smelled wonderful and she thanked you happily.

 The six of you began to eat, and everything tasted as good as it looked. It was almost worth the heartache that Tsukishima was putting you through, though you had already decided if he was so ashamed of you then you didn’t need to be in a relationship any more. You were hurt, angry, and at this point didn’t know what else to do. If he wanted to break up with you, then he could have found an easier way.

 The dinner was tense to say the least. You did your best to ignore Tsukishima, even though his family kept asking you questions about one another. How you met, did you hang out often, and many other questions that made it obvious that they were trying to see if the two of you were just friends or not. You kept your answers polite, but made it clear that you weren’t in an intimate relationship with Kei, at least not anymore.

 The slipup caused everyone to stare at you with wide eyes, even Kei himself. You not being together anymore was certainly news to him, though he played it off like it was no big deal. He wondered if this was because he didn’t claim you as his significant other right away or if maybe you’d been wanting to break up for some time now. His own mind was clouded with doubts and anxieties as he became even quieter at the table. It was obvious that there was something going on between you two, it was just unclear what exactly that was.

 Once everyone had finished eating, you helped Tsukki’s mother clear up the dishes and put extra food away. “You know, my son has a very interesting way of handling information he doesn’t want his family to know.” She said as she passed you a dish to dry off. “He has always been a very private person, even as a small child. I never quite understood where he got it from.”

 You weren’t sure what her point was, drying off another dish with the towel in your hand. “He never tells us when he has a girlfriend because he’s afraid we’ll bother them.” She said admittedly, “He thinks we’ll pry too much. I think he keeps it a secret more due to his own insecurities than anything else.”

 “Sometimes being kept a secret doesn’t feel very good.” You replied, not knowing what else to say to her. “Being kept in the dark isn’t that great either.”

 “Well, no.” She said back as she finished the last plate and handed it to you. “But he doesn’t have a whole lot of practice with that sort of thing either. I don’t think he reads women very well.”

 You nodded, wanting to believe that his denial of their relationship was simply due to him being an insecure idiot, but it was a little hard to believe. It still felt more like he was ashamed of you. “He’s never actually brought anyone over besides Tadashi before.” His mother said, “I think this was a big step for him.” She left to go tackle another chore as you stayed in the kitchen, nibbling on your lower lip. Did you possibly jump the gun?

 Tsukishima walked into the kitchen and you realized the two of you were alone. He had an apathetic look on his face. “So we’re not together anymore?” He asked, as if the conversation at dinner was unclear.

 Your eyes narrowed and you threw the dishrag at him. “I don’t know, Kei, you tell me.” You hissed before crossing your arms over your chest. “Can you please just take me home?”

 He was frowning, which although wasn’t totally unusual, it was more pronounced than normal. He nodded his head, letting out a soft disappointed sigh before letting everyone know he was going to take you back to your apartment.

 You walked with him to his car, allowing him to open the door for you. You got in, putting the stuffed dinosaur in the backseat. Honestly you didn’t even want to look at it anymore, you had already decided that you’d pretend to forget it there.

 Tsukki got into the driver’s side, buckling his seat belt and starting the car. Already he knew things were worse than he thought. For as long as he’d known you, he’d never seen you abandoned a stuffed toy. You’d always keep it in your lap or in your arms, somewhere close because you wanted it to feel loved (he really didn’t understand this but chose to let it go). He swallowed hard, trying to figure out a way to fix things before they were beyond repair.

 The drive was extremely tense. He caught you sniffling back tears a few times, the need to console you growing more and more despite the fact that now his heart was breaking too. “Listen,” He said, addressing you by your name, “I was going to tell them, but I wanted them to get to know you first without any pressure.” He was inwardly hoping that the truth was enough to heal your hurt, though he wasn’t entirely sure if it was or not. “I knew they’d pry and I thought it would be easier on you if I just said you were a friend.”

 “Kei we’ve been dating six months now and they didn’t even know you were seeing someone?” You asked, though his explanation did help somewhat, it was still unacceptable that you had been kept such a secret. “Why are you so ashamed of me?”

 “I’m not ashamed of you.” He said back, his voice raising a hair at the accusation. “I never said that I was. I just don’t like them butting into my private life, that’s it. It had nothing to do with how I feel about you.”

 You shied away at his loud volume, sinking into the seat like a child that had just been chastised. “That’s what it feels like…” You mumbled back meekly. “That you don’t care enough to tell them about me.”

 He glanced at you before looking back at the road. “How many times have I told you that you mean more to me than anything in the entire world?” He asked, sounding tired. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He always hated saying those words, but sometimes the moment did call for it. Moments such as this. “I just didn’t want my family to pester me about you nonstop. They get carried away and it's overwhelming.”

 You were quiet, unsure what to say. “Why didn’t you just tell me that beforehand so I wouldn’t have gotten hurt?”

 His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “I was going to tell them right away but I panicked at the last moment. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, really.”

 You blinked slowly, reaching into the backseat for the dino and hold. The action made Tsukishima let out a sigh of relief. It was at least a sign that he hadn’t ruined everything completely. “So are we still broken up?”

 “No,” You muttered back to him awkwardly. “I’m sorry I made you leave early.”

 He shrugged, “I’d rather just be with you anyway. Akiteru can be such a pain.”

 A small smile broke on your face as you rode the rest of the way in a happy silence.

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Shinsou, Dabi and Todoroki w/ midnight snuggles

Request: If you have time, I'd like to request Shinsou, Dabi, and Todoroki reacting to Reader snuggling up to them for warmth one cold night when the heat goes out. - @acedragonarrow614​

Cute cute and cute, I have nothing else to say. I love Todoroki so much I can burst into tears I swear. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings:fluff, some suggestive in Dabi’s

Shinsou Hitoshi

-He don’t do sleep.

- “I don’t do sleep kitten...”

- “Yeah and that’s why you look like you’re cosplaying Rocket Raccoon every morning.”

-He looked at you with a dead look on his face.

-You went to make another comment but he silenced you with a kiss and a mumbled ‘get in the bed you dumb girl...’.

-Your turn to look offended. 

-But alas you were both soon under the covers, the heater was on full blast and your hair was the only thing that was outside of the blanket. 

-Your hands were intertwined and you rested your head on his arm. 

- “Goodnight Toshi.”

- “Goodnight kitty.”

-Surprisingly he fell asleep faster than usual. 

-It was your first sleepover and your steady breathing as you drifted off to sleep not only brought a smile to his face but it also lulled him to sleep. 

-Even though you weren’t all snuggled up to him as he saw in the movies he felt so loved, just by the way you gently grasped his hand. 

-It was really late at night when he woke up. 

-He glanced at the clock on his night stand and it read 3:45.

-It was normal for him to wake up during the night so he thought that changing position and maybe bringing you a little closer to his chest would put  him back to sleep.

-When he went to move however he couldn’t.

-There was a weight on his chest that wouldn’t budge and something had trapped his legs on place. 

-Bringing his hand out of the covers to run through his hair , he was hit by a gush of cold air. 

-Why the hell was the room so cold?

-You would get sick. 

-He slightly raised his head and looked over the sized you lump on his chest to the heater, the green light signaling it was working now being a vibrant red. 

-With a sigh he put his hand back under the blanket. 

- “You sure are clingy kitten....”

-He wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

-The way you had wrapped your arms around him and your warmth combined with your heartbeat right above his own, did wonders to his already fluttering heart. 

-He could feel his eyes drooping as the seconds ticked by.

-Hooking his arm over your back he brought you fully on his chest.

-And with a kiss on your forehead he closed his eyes, waiting for his dreams to begin. 

-His dreams of a certain person who was sleeping on his chest. 

- “Love you kitty.”

Dabi

-He knew you were tired.

-I mean who wouldn’t be after what you two did.

-He also knew that you got cold easily and despite his quirk he turned the heater on....just in case he doesn’t want you clinging to him liar.

-Settling under the sheets, you were already fast asleep just one of his hoodies covering you. 

-He was facing your back and if he was being honest with himself he wanted to wrap himself around you and bring you flush to his chest, have you as close as possible. 

-Feel you next to him.

-But he didn’t.

-He had made a promise to himself.

-He would not get attached, it always resulted in him getting hurt. 

-As fun as your midnight meetings are that’s all they were, just meetings. 

-At least that’s what he kept saying to himself trying to convince his mind that no he wasn’t falling in love and yes there were a million other girls like you waiting to spend a night with you. 

-No you weren’t special.

-But as he was drifting off to sleep one of his hands found yours under the warm covers subconsciously lacing your fingers.

-And with that he was off to sleep, his own lies echoing in his head. 

-He woke up in the middle of the night because his nose was ready to fall off due to the cold. 

-The room was freezing. 

-Glancing at the heater on the other side of the room he saw that it had no light.

-He tried finding the clock that rested on one of the shelves somewhere in the room but he was only met with darkness. 

-A power outage. 

-Sighing he laid his head back down and was intending to fall back asleep. 

-Then he sensed the weird weight on his arm and how his chest was overly warm.

-Plus he almost got hair in his mouth. 

-He was on his side and as it seems so were you, arms wrapped tightly around his torso and your head tucked under his chin. 

-His own arms held you close to him, one under your back and another over your shoulder resting on your back. 

-Your feet your entangled and he couldn’t get himself free as much as he tried. 

-You stirred in your sleep, your arms around him tightening ever so slightly.

-You looked so serene, your soft snores echoing in his ears as you nuzzled your nose further into his chest.  

- “After everything I’ve done, you were good to me.”

-Squeezing you gently he leaned back to look at your face. 

- “And I know it’s easier to run from you but....”

-He stopped, kissing your forehead and rested his chin atop your head accepting all of your warmth. 

- “I love you.”

Todoroki Shouto 

-It had been a hard day. 

-Shouto didn’t usually ask if you could stay in his dorm. 

-He didn’t want to over step your boundaries and hurt you. 

-But tonight was different. 

-He had a talk with his father today, an intense talk. 

-And since Endeavor knew about you he brought you up.

-It had ended up in an argument as always but it left a nasty taste in his mouth this time. 

-He didn’t like his father talk about you, you were his and his father had no right to even mention your name. 

-He felt so distressed he didn’t know what to do. 

-He was in his room and his thoughts were eating him up, so that’s why you found yourself here. 

- “I’m sorry for calling you so late I just... I don’t want to be alone.”

-You told him to stay in his chair and you would get everything you needed for your mini sleepover.

-Fast forward five minutes later you were back with snacks and some tea, ready to talk it through if he wanted. 

-When you two were done talking, you were ready to fall under the covers. 

- “Y/N could um...could you wear one of my shirts?”

-And with that you knew he was beyond shaken. 

-Getting up you went to his closet and picked out one of your favorite hoodies and changed into it.

-Smiling at him you lay back down and grab his hand, bringing it to your lips and giving it a gentle kiss before resting it over you heart and closing your eyes. 

-He fell asleep rather quickly.

-The crying he had previously done and your warmth was enough to send into a dreamless slumber. 

-He woke up as the first rays of sun fell through his blinds. 

-The room was cold, even he who has am ice quirk could feel it. 

-Plus your slight trembling as you lay in his arms gave it away. 

-You were pressed closely to his chest, his head resting on your shoulder as both of his hands were entangled with yours. 

-His arms had you trapped in his embrace but you didn’t seem to mind.

-On the contrary when he went to move slightly you pressed yourself further into his chest, a small smile lacing your features. 

-The events of the previous day were immediately erased. 

-His dad, his words about you, his thoughts everything was gone. 

-He was left with just you, here in your little bubble along side him so happy to be in his arms. 

-That’s when he decided.

- ‘This is what home feels like’

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[volleychumps]

Hello!! Can I request for Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo to you getting hit in the face by their spike or serve and like you pass out..? tysm I love your writing sm!!!! You’re my favorite writer on this app probably

:’)) These will be written before anything significantly romantic happens and they start dating, I hope you enjoy!!

Accidental Ambush w/ Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo

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Bokuto

“Bokuto-san, should you really be trying out a spike you’ve never tried before with full force?” 

Akaashi Keiji sighs, watching with a tired stare as the nationally-known spiker grins, gold-eyes gleaming with excitement as the owl-haired boy spins the ball in his hands for good measure. 

“Learn to live a little, Akaashi!! If I’m gonna be the bestest spiker in the world-” 

“Bestest isn’t-” 

“-then I’ve gotta have more tricks up my sleeve!” 

The banter between the two had kept both boys occupied as you entered the gym, planning to grab the sneakers you left behind from practice with the girl’s basketball team. In doing so, you eye the two as the darker haired one finally obliges to set for the over-hyped boy, causing you to pause. 

It wasn’t every day you got to see the skills of one of the top spikers in the nation up close. Realizing neither had noticed you, you hum, leaning against the wall as you think that it wouldn’t hurt to watch from a distance. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was for the ball to come hurtling in your direction, so fast and uncontrolled you hadn’t even been able to react as the weight of the ball knocks you off your feet, feeling the ground hit your back as the impact causes you to begin to lose conciousness. 

Bokuto Kotarou’s jaw drops as Akaashi’s slackens a little, both pairs of eyes widening as the last thing you hear is the sound of sneakers on the squeaky gym floor as Bokuto looks down at your limp figure in shock. The ball bounces away, leaving a trail of blood coming from out your nose. 

“Shit! Shit Shit SHIT OH MY GOD DID I KILL HER?!” 

“No, I...don’t think so.” 

“THINK? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ‘THINK’, KAASHI?!”

“Yelling won’t change the fact that you just hit one of the captains of the girl’s basketball team.” 

“YOU SET THE BALL!” 

“You wanted me to set it, so techinically, you did this.” 

Bokuto’s golden eyes dim down a little, a wilt to his shoulders as he scoops you up carefully, guilt bouncing around his chest as he brushes some hair out of your face, Akaashi crossing his arms when Bokuto seems to gaze at your face for a second. 

“Um...are you gonna take her to the nurse, or is something supposed to happen-” 

“Right! Right, the nurse.” 

When you finally gain conciousness, your first reaction is to sit up quickly, groaning as soon as you did. What the hell happened? 

You blink when you’re immediately pushed back down again, but slower and gentler this time as the owl-haired boy in front of you gives you a nervous grin, golden eyes looking a tad sad as he begins to ramble. 

“You’re awake!! Do you want money? I can buy your lunch! Shoot shoot, uh...a goldfish! How about I buy you a goldfish?” 

His words are a tad difficult to process as you blink once, then twice before realizing he had been holding a warm towel to your nose, pink staining the white material as it indicates you had bled. You smile a small grin, pushing his wrist away as Bokuto rubs the back of his neck guiltily. 

“Bokuto...is it? Uh, I’m okay. Really.”  You assure him, telling the truth. Most of the pain had faded away, and you were left with a dull throb in your head. “I just really wanted to see you spike, I should’ve made myself known..”

“Really?” Bokuto’s eyes widen the slightest bit. “You wanted to see me spike?” 

“Yeah, that’s weird, right?” You laugh awkwardly, looking off to the side. “You’re one of the most talented players in our age range, right?”

Bokuto swallows, feeling heat rush to his cheeks as he sees you, slightly bloody nose and all, smile as if he hadn’t just socked you in the face with a volleyball as you openly compliment him to his face. 

The words rush out before Bokuto can think twice. “Do you...want to?”  

“Want to...see you spike?” You arch a brow, surprised as Bokuto nods brightly as he grins, putting the warm towel on your nose again as he brushes some hair out of your face to keep it from getting wet. “I can make a private showing just for you as my apology! I’d just need to get your number...and your name...”

“Y/N.” You attempt to push the towel away again, only for Bokuto to catch your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours as he gives you a half-grin. 

“Whaddya say we make it a date, Y/N?” 

“Depends, are you gonna hit me again?” 

“I’ll definitely be hitting on you, that’s for sure.” 

Akaashi Keiji fights the urge to roll his eyes as he closes the door quietly to the nurses office, wondering how the hell his best friend managed to turn the situation into an opportunity to get a cute date. 

Oikawa

“Ladies, remember: if you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks.” 

“Lame as hell.” 

“Iwa-chan, I’ll give you my attention in a second, okay?” 

Oikawa Tooru misses the flicked off finger in his direction as he continues to talk up his group of fans, grinning his playboy grin at all of them in the middle of the lunch period. Hanamaki coughs as he approaches the middle of the courtyard, choking back a laugh as he examines the situation. 

“Is he really showing them how to serve a volleyball like they actually care?” 

“At least he’s not talking to us.” Matsukawa shrugs, boredly watching as well. “I say it’s a win-win situation.” 

“Show us, Oikawa-Kun!” 

“Yeah, let us see your famous serve up close!” 

“Girls, girls...” Oikawa puts his finger to his lips, winking once. “Promise to keep it a secret?” 

“Hey now...he’s not actually gonna hit it, right?” Iwaizumi sits up fully, drinking his melon juice as he sees his childhood friend actually take position, causing Iwa to choke. 

“Oi, shittykawa, is that really the best-?” Iwaizumi questions through a fit of coughs, but doesn’t manage to finish his thought as Oikawa’s already running to hit the volleyball already set into the air as he hits it towards a space with no students-

or so he thought. 

Through a herd of squeals and praises, chocolate brown eyes widen as your figure enters the direct line of fire, time seeming to slow down as you manage to turn in question at the sound, only for your jaw to slacken. 

The sounds of his fans drown out to Oikawa’s ears as the ball hits you straight in the face, causing you to stumble confusedly as you feel your face go numb, pain slowly taking its’ place afterwards. The distance doesn’t allow the setter to pinpoint exactly who you are, but he begins to move without thinking. 

Oikawa is careless as he pushes aside the girls surrounding him, legs moving so fast before breaking into a run just in time to catch you from falling into the grass. He blinks once, eyes in shock at what he had just done, all to show off for some girls. 

He watches the tears prick your eyes, eyes beginning to flutter shut as his rushed thought process doesn’t realize just who he hit. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I-” 

Oikawa feels a lump grow in his throat as your lips form a simple, yet meaningful smile as the colors in your vision begin to close in on you, his panicked mind still trying to register who exactly he had harmed. 

It’s okay. Your smile seemed to have meant. 

Weren’t you mad? Shouldn’t you be angered that this stuck up pretentious playboy had nailed you right in the face with the oh-so famous serve known to make half the teams in his district tremble at the thought of it? 

“Congrats.” Oikawa feels a familiar hand clasp his shoulder to see Iwaizumi looking down at your now unconcious figure. “You just hit the school sweetheart square in the face.” 

“S-School sweetheart? Shit, wait, Y/N?!” Chocolate orbs widen with realization as his adrenaline-rushed mind finally registers. 

Iwa grins a tad sadistically as Oikawa gapes at the beauty in his arms, now slightly bruised and passed out because of his doing as the setter carefully picks you up, regret brimming his eyes. 

“The one girl in the school you wanted, and you had to hit her? Nice.” 

Ushijima

“WATCH OUT!” 

You don’t have time to do anything of the sort as you had just slid the door open to the entrance of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club practice room just as Ushijima had nailed another practice spike, this one hitting the inner court so hard it had rebounded back out of control in another direction.

That direction just so-happening to be yours. 

The papers meant for the advisor slip out of your grasp as you try to process what had just happened, hearing the once boisterous gym drain of noise as the ball hits you square in the face. You had known of Ushijima’s scarily powerful spikes, but you had no idea the rebound back could feel like a ton of bricks. 

Ushijima seems to still in place as you faint backwards, eyes widening the tiniest fraction as the rest of the team surround your now blacked out figure, bruise forming on your nose along with a trail of blood. The powerful male slowly raises his hand to examine his palm, eyes betraying no emotion. 

He had done that...to a girl?

“I-Is she dead?” Goshiki whispers as Subaru nudges him, nodding over to a staring Ushijima as he takes in what he had done.

“Y’all are such babies.” Tendou yawns, walking over to begin to wrap your arm around his neck. “She wouldn’t die from something like a rebound, but if it had been the real thing-” 

“Shut up, you ginger.” Semi begins to take your other arm before the culprit’s voice makes him freeze in place. 

“No.” Ushijima’s steps manage to silent the team as they, excluding Tendou and Semi, all take a subconcious step back. They watch in bewilderment as Ushijima takes your unconcious figure with a gentleness they didn’t know he possessed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you into a piggy-back position. 

“I’ll take her. Continue practice.” 

Ushijima ignores the gapes and questioning stares as he walks out of the volleyball room, never had left practice early before for any reason. 

As he walks, feeling your even breaths against the back of his neck as he carries you easily to the nurse, he wonders just what he would say to you when you came to in addition to his apology. 

The stranger on his back seems to shuffle a bit, causing the ace’s steps to slow to a stop. 

“W-What...?” 

“I’m sorry, but try not to sleep. We have to make sure your head’s alright.” Ushijima says straight forwardly, blinking when you hum in agreement, still seeming to be out of it as you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“Okay...” 

Before Ushijima can tell you not to do that, your next words make him press his lips together. 

“You’re a lot nicer than you look, you know?” You seem to slur, head lolling on his shoulder. “Sweeter too.” 

Thump.

Ushijima pauses for a few moments, beginning to walk again before stopping abruptly, grip on your legs relaxing as he feels your breathing even back out again. 

Wait. 

...thump?

Kuroo

“Kuroo, you’re hitting too hard.” 

“I don’t care!” The captain fumes as he grabs another volleyball from the basket, throwing it up to slam it across the gym angrily. “Stupid sensei! I don’t even know if I’ll be able to play in the next game if I have to take those dumb classes.” 

Kenma dodges the ball with a slight movement to his head as he doesn’t tear his gaze away from his console just as it hits the space next to his head. The setter looks up lazily as Kuroo grabs another. 

“I’m telling you, you’re-” 

Kenma’s cut off when he hits the ball again, this time not even bothering to put a spin of direction on it when it suddenly gets slammed outside a nearby open window, followed by a yell of pain. The two childhood friends exchange looks, Kenma getting to his feet with a sigh as Kuroo rushes outside. 

“I told you so.” 

Kuroo’s footsteps bring him to the point of contact, eyes widening at the sight of someone he recognizes leaning on the building for support, a hand rubbing your cheek as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” Kuroo questions hastily as the captain’s heart beats in fear. How could he lose control of his power like that? The two friends watch, one less worried than the other, as you wave it off, laughing a little with a blush on your features. 

Kuroo breathes out the anxiety in his chest at your laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards the slightest bit as you go to say something-

The smile on your face seems to fade as you lurch forward, the impact of the spiked volleyball finally processing in your body as Kuroo catches you swiftly, anxiety back in his chest. 

“Hm. Well, have fun with that.” 

“K-Kenma, what?!” 

Kuroo sighs, annoyed at his best friend as he walks off carelessly, leaving you in the hands of the captain, who looks down at you guiltily before scooping you back up in his arms and back into the empty practice room. 

When you come to, the first thing you see are the eyes of the captain, ice pack on your forehead as you realize your head had been placed in his lap, Kuroo nursing you until you had woken up. 

Startled, you sit up quickly, his forehead colliding with yours as the ice pack falls into your lap. You share a groan, and you scramble out of his hold with a redness to your cheeks that the raven-haired captain couldn’t pinpoint. 

“That couldn’t have felt good.” Kuroo frowns, a hand reaching out to touch your forehead before you turn away, causing him to arch a brow. 

“Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” The captain questions the victim of his doing, and you laugh a little too loudly. 

“U-Um! Nope, I’ve just got to uh- feed my shark-” 

Kuroo catches your arm before you can go, pulling you back down gently. 

“Do I need to kiss you or something to make you stay still?” 

The capain catches on as a pink hue takes over your cheeks as you do as your told, a smirk tickling the corner of his lips. 

“Y/N L/N, right?” 

“You know my name?” You squeak, only prompting Kuroo to come even closer as his feral eyes seem to keep you from running. 

“I heard through the grapevine someone of the sort had a crush on me all of last year.” 

You blanch, finding movement in your legs again as you ignore the dull throb in your head. Kuroo puts an arm on the opposite side of you, resting it on the bleacher as he leans even closer, seeming to trap you. 

“What I didn’t hear however,” 

The ice pack in your lap continued to melt. 

“Was that the girl who liked me was this cute.” 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu anime #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima #haikyuu ushiwaka #haikyuu kuroo x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo

[sofreddie]

Stashed Away

Summary: With their biological clocks ticking, the brothers set out to find their True Mates, before it's too late.

Characters: Alpha!Dean x OC!Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Unnamed!Omega

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mating, Marking, True Mates, Institutionalized Reader, Heavily Medicated Reader, Implied/Mentioned Sterilization

Word Count: 2,876

A/N: For @spnabobingo 2021 - Free Space. This is my first square on my first ever bingo card. Let me know what you think!

Sam and Dean - Winchesters, Alpha hunters - for years they dedicated themselves to the life. But now that they're getting older, and still without mates, they're starting to go feral. Ruts happen more often, are stronger, and last longer. If they don't find mates soon, they will go feral, hurt a bunch of people, and die. So they do a spell, with Cas's suggestion, to find their true mates. They've always acted like they didn't want it, weren't interested, but there's no pretending anymore.

Following the tracking that the spell gave them - they track down Sam's True Mate first. Dean's more worried about getting Sam right than himself at the moment. The tracking leads them to a small town - a case is here, they quickly learn, vamps - by the time they figure out what's going on, they head to the nest, only to find a woman there, taking the head off a vamp, two other bodies at her feet. She’s a hunter - and a badass one at that, taken three vamps down on her own.

Dean's a little agitated, he needed some blood to help balance out the feral rut that's been burning him alive from the inside. Sam however, is speechless. His blood roars in his veins, pounding in his temples as his eyes lock onto her form. He knows - he can feel it with every fiber of his being - she’s his…his True Mate.

"Mega," he wines, taking a step forward only to fall to his knees in weakness, "Need you," he groans, before falling to his side and promptly passing out - the fever too high and rampant.

After quick introductions and explanations, Dean convinces her to come back to their motel. It just happens that she's in the same one, a few doors down. Dean drags Sam into the room, dropping him on one of the beds with a growl. He's getting too old to be dragging his giant of a brother like a sack of potatoes.

“I’ll get another room,” Dean offered, trying to move around her so as not to set Sam off, “I’ll check in with you in the morning,” he offered with a tight smile, nodding at her before leaving and closing the door behind him.

The next morning, seeing Sam’s much improved condition, Dean smiled before entering the motel room and seeing the Omega sat on the bed, a fresh claiming mark at her neck.

“Well, welcome to the team,” Dean joked, still keeping his distance from her as he knew Sam would still be testy over anyone coming near his Omega, “So listen,” he added a bit abruptly, “I figured you and her could snag a car, make your way back to the Bunker,” he explained to his brother, “I know you two need some time. Fresh bond and all. And I still gotta…you know,” he added sheepishly. Now that Sam’s rut had cleared, he could see how bad Dean was in it.

It was time for him to find his Omega.

Dean sighed as he put the Impala in park, looking through the windshield up at the large facility in front of him. When he and Sam did the spell to locate their mates, they looked up the locations to plan out their routes. That’s when they discovered that Dean’s True Mate’s location - was a psychiatric hospital. He couldn’t imagine why, but he hoped that maybe it was something he could help with.

He tried his best to compose himself, feeling weak and barely holding back from losing himself to his biology. Using his FBI credentials, he was led to a common room, the nurse pointing across the room to a woman sat along, staring out the window. Dean nodded to her and the nurse returned to her duties.

Dean gulped down the hard lump in his throat that threatened to burst into a growl. From the other side of the room he could smell her scent, climbing in and flooding his brain. He tried to shake it off, sweat forming on his brow from the fever, and he urged his body to move towards her calmly.

His scent hit her as she gazed aimlessly out the window. A warmth flowed through her and she closed her eyes, humming in content. She opened them once more, her gaze still outside, as she started gently rocking.

“‘Mega…” Dean breathed quietly, his eyes fluttering closed in small intervals as he approached and her scent got stronger. It was driving him crazy, but he had to be wary of his surroundings, wary of her. He had to stay calm. With long controlled breaths he finally reached his goal, pulling a seat opposite the Omega and huffing out a shaky breath.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes gently rolling over his face and body before meeting his eyes once more. Her face was blank, but she looked pale and tired and afraid.

“W-who are you?” she asked, eyeing him warily.

Now he was here he didn’t know what to do. His brain was too full of other ideas. His cheeks had grown slightly pink from the quickly growing fever. “M-my name’s Dean Winchester,” he said quietly, “I…you…” he had to stop and clench his eyes for a moment, swallowing another hard lump in his throat, “You’re my True Mate.”

She looked him over once more, taking a deeper breath, before her eyes turned sad, “You’re dying too?” she asked, emotionless in features and tone.

Dean tilted his head at the question, frowning slightly, “Do you mean turning feral?” he had to gulp again, shifting in his seat as his body ached.

“I guess so,” she shrugged, “Too many meds to really know the difference.” She suddenly lurched forward, her elbows on the table as she looked at him intently and wide-eyed, “They say I’m crazy, you know? That what I saw wasn’t what I saw, but I saw what I saw!” she nodded manically along to her words, “You don’t need a crazy Omega.” she shook her head emphatically, looking down at her lap.

Dean jolted back in surprise at her small outburst, but his rational mind kicked in. He’d seen these places before and the meds they give patients, “I’ve seen a lot of things,” he offered, “So why don’t you tell me what you saw?”

“I didn’t do it,” she whisper-hissed, leaning forward on the table and glancing around the room before looking at him again, “He did, he came in and killed her, not me!”

Dean frowned again, his head jumping to ‘potential case mode’, “So, there was a guy?” he pressed her for more information, “What did he look like?”

“He was just a guy,” she shook her head, “B-but his eyes were weird,” she exclaimed wide eyed as if it was happening before her once more, “He killed her and he said I had to come with him because my Alpha was a very bad man. A-and then his eyes…” she trailed off, shaking her head and fighting back tears, “I got away, went to the police…b-but no one believes me.” she whispered sadly.

Dean’s body almost trembled with quickly growing anger. Someone or something knew what he and Sam had been doing. They hurt his Omega.

My Omega.

Mine.

“You’re not crazy,” he growled, quickly rising from his seat and looking down at her, “Omega, we’re leaving.”

She looked up at him in confusion, shaking her head, “I can’t leave,” she stated simply, “I’m scheduled for sterilization to stop my heat hurting me,” she explained as if it were a simple, everyday activity, “Doctor’s orders,” she nodded, turning back to look out the window.

The next thing Dean knew, he had his Omega in his arms and was standing beside the Impala. He was panting for breath and felt exhausted. He had some vague memory of a lot of snarling, roaring and punching Doctors directly in the face.

And now they were here.

“I’m gonna take you somewhere where you’ll be safe,” he breathed, looking down at…uh… “W-what’s your name, Omega?”

“Y/N,” she answered reflexively, still in an emotionless haze through it all, but relinquishing to her Alpha. “You shouldn’t have taken me,” she added, “The man with the eyes, I’ve seen him outside the window sometimes. And my heat is killing me. I’m a disposable Omega.”

“No,” Dean said suddenly and harshly, his arms held her tighter - his splayed out palms squeezing her. He bit back another growl, the scent of her heat crashing into him like a brick wall now his adrenaline fueled outburst was simmering down, “Never say that. You’re my Omega,” he pressed his forehead onto hers, gasping for breath as his body threatened to buckle as he grew weak, “Please…l-let me take care of you.”

She looked at the man, the stranger, the Alpha who had suddenly come in and tore her from her prison, like a knight rescuing a maid from a tower. She wanted to laugh at that, but she’d long ago lost her ability to emote.

They had kept her constantly medicated, to control her heat, her scent, her mind, her actions, anything they possibly could. But for some reason, something about him broke through her constant haze and made her want to just let him take charge.

“Okay, Alpha,” she agreed, just looking at him as she waited for whatever came next.

“‘Mega…” he breathed, voice breaking slightly from restraint. He held her so close, but not close enough at the same time. He could feel her warmth as he held her, her breath fanning across his lips. Some of that restraint slipped. He pressed his lips firmly into hers, the hairs on his neck standing on end as he hummed hungrily.

She pulled from the kiss, her hand gently cupping his cheek and turning his head to see several personnel searching the lot and searching for him, before one of them pointed at him and shouted for his companion.

“Right,” Dean stared wide-eyed before shaking himself back to reality. After ushering Y/N into the car, he quickly climbed in, the loud tire screeching of the Impala tires shortly following as Dean tore the car out of the lot and sped down the road.

When he said ‘somewhere safe’ before, he had meant the Bunker. The way his body was reacting right now however - aching, yearning, pleading to just touch her - he was ninety-nine percent sure he couldn’t last.

There was that motel just a few miles out though…

Y/N said nothing during the drive, her eyes out the window as before at the facility. She seemed still and calm, but also fragile and numb. But inwardly she felt trapped in her own head and unable to break free. She had dreamed about her Alpha, her True Mate, many times as had most people. And now that he was here, she was unable to even really experience it.

The next thing she realized, she was waking up in an unfamiliar room. She was somewhat dazed but her mind and body felt clear for the first time in a long time. She opened her eyes, sitting up slightly to two men at the foot of the bed she was lying in. One was the Alpha from before, the other a new stranger.

“I’ve healed and cleansed her,” Castiel explained, “But Dean-”

Dean had stumbled back, leaning against the wall as he eyes remained on fixed on Y/N. Castiel’s words were like white noise to him, he knew she was healed. If he thought her scent was powerful before, now with all the suppressants - and fuck knows what else - out of her system, it was like it had been turned up to eleven.

His head dropped back with a thud against the wall, his eyes clenching with a restrained growl. “‘Mega…” he breathed, his chest heaving and sweat forming on his brow.

She whimpered as her eyes set on him. She hadn’t felt a full heat in a long time and this one was especially bad. She knew it was him. She could remember their words, his touch, his lips.

“Alpha,” she called meekly, tentatively reaching up a hand in invite from her position on the bed.

“-Sh-she’s still in full heat,” Cas finished his sentence, taking a wary step back as he eyed the duo cautiously.

“Out,” Dean ordered, not even turning to address the Angel.

And Cas vanished.

Before Y/N could blink, Dean was there. His hands bunched in the back of her hair as he hungrily devoured her lips.

She moaned as they connected, his heat and weight soothing her ache and need. Her heart swelled, but a part of him also felt familiar, as if she’d known him all along. She pulled from the kiss, gazing into his eyes, frantic with need but also wanting to savor every moment. When she noticed how far gone he really was, she decided to let him take what he needed.

“My Alpha,” she whispered, kissing him once more.

There was a small rumble in Dean’s throat as his bloodshot eyes gazed directly back into her. He breathed, “Mine,” before his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth attached to her neck. He kissed and sucked a trail down to her collarbone, pressing his body into her as he fully mounted the bed and towered over her. He wanted to smother himself in her scent, every touch sending waves of need through him.

His hips rolled into her, his brain fogging as he quickly pulled at her shirt, ripping it clean off in one swoop before he hungrily mouthed at the swell of her breast.

She could feel the tremble in his muscles as he fought to keep the beast at bay, trying not to scare or hurt her. But she knew he needed more and she wanted to prove she could handle whatever her Alpha gave her.

“I won’t break,” she pleaded, pulling his lips from her body, “Take what you need Alpha, please,” she whispered desperately.

Dean’s eyes darkened, staring at her half-lidded before his hands moved fast. As he hungrily devoured her mouth once more, he quickly stripped them both of their clothes. His hands roamed her with need, quickly moving down to her center before two digits swiftly dove into her core.

He growled as he felt her slick, curling his fingers and pressing firmly into her g-spot, his eyes rolling back as she moaned in surprise. He quickly withdrew his fingers, moving to grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. He hoisted her hips up to meet him, letting out a low moan as he rutted his painful hard erection through her folds.

She moaned wantonly, arching her back and presenting for him obediently. She purred, rutting back into him, desperate for her Alpha.

He moaned out, mouth hanging open longingly. “My Omega…” he growled lowly, positing the head of his cock between her folds and gripping her hips tightly, “Wanna knot you…” he growled again - hungrier - before slamming his hips forward with a loud grunt. She was perfect, tightening like a vice around him that he hissed blissfully, quickly pistoning his hips with choked huffs and growls.

She moaned loudly, panting hard as Dean set a brutal pace. His grip was tight, his cock filling her completely, slamming hard into her cervix on every thrust. She reached her arms above her, grasping onto the end of the bed for something to hold onto. Using the leverage, she pushed her hips harder back into him, lifting her head to groan out.

Dean leaned forward, his breathing quick and erratic as he pounded her. His lips grazed and sucked on her neck as he moaned, feeling the muscle at the head of his cock begin to swell. His grunts became strained as fought to keep his pace. “Cum on my knot, ‘Mega,” he demanded, releasing one of her hips to rub hard circles on her clit.

Feeling his knot swell she knew she was close to losing her mind. When his fingers found her clit, she stuttered and screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching his throbbing length within her. Dean seemed to draw it out as her pleasure seemed to never end.

As her wall clenched him impossibly tighter, Dean roared through one final harsh thrust, holding himself as deep as possible as he finally came, his hot cum shooting deep and filling her. The hand still holding Y/N’s hip gripped bruisingly tight as Dean suddenly bit into her skin.

As her mind finally broke free of the haze of bliss, she realized he had positioned them on their sides spooning. Dean was nuzzling into the mark on her neck and humming, his hands grazing over her skin.

“Who was that man from before?” she suddenly asked, remembering feeling free of the medications and seeing a man there before he just wasn’t there.

“‘N Angel,” Dean mumbled, breathing in her hair and holding her tightly to him, “Cas. Healed you.”

Y/N smirked to herself, rubbing a hand over his forearm that was wrapped around her, “I see you’re still in caveman mode,” she teased.

He smirked with a small hum, not letting her go, ever.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

#stashed away #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean #dean winchester #reader insert #oc!reader #supernatural #spn #spnabobingo

[disaster-j]

can you explain a bit more about this actors shipping thing? I am still new in bl, isn't it kind of very restricting for actors? does it restrict them from taking roles or portraying characters w love interest portrayed by different actors?

Sure!

So BL ships are kind of like acting partnership meets entertainment duo, except it hinges on a good chunk of fans believing that the two people love each other in some way or the other. The really obsessed fans need their ships to be “in love” whereas casual, aka sensible, fans can just support ships that they feel have good chemistry and a genuine relationship. So basically, for your ship to work you want a partner that you really get along with. Otherwise it won’t last long. Being a ship also means that more obsessive fans will demand that you do things like hug, kiss, touch your partner so you have to be pretty comfortable with this person to be able to survive as a BL ship without getting hate. As you might guess, it’s a pretty toxic environment overall.

People end up in ships when companies partner them up for projects. These are usually specifically BL projects but in the past, back when BLs were rarer, there were ships that started out as side couples in non-bl shows and ended up lumped in with the BL industry. Like OffGun, TayNew and PleumChimon. The former two eventually got proper BL projects due to their demand and became two of the more long-lasting BL ships.

Work wise, there are pros to being in a ship that apply more to young, fresh faced actors more than anything. Take Off, for example, he’s a really good actor but when he originally started out with GMM he was transitioning from host to actor and his first few roles didn’t garner him any real attention. It was only after working with Gun, who was a well known and seasoned actor in the industry already, that he started gaining fans. It still took a long time for his talents to be recognised though and he kept getting sidelined and typecast for years before the success of OffGun’s first proper BL, Theory of Love, finally solidified his position as an actor who could hold a male lead position. Off’s acting skills have been fairly good and have grown steadily over the years, but he wasn’t given a proper chance for the longest time. But he was able to secure a big role like Khai due to the popularity he had built together with Gun.

OffGun are arguably the best example of a successful BL ship. They were strangers when they were first cast together and Off was actively against meeting toxic BL demands for skinship. This denial of skinship actively risked their popularity in the beginning, but ended up being a good thing in the long run. People saw them as more genuine and up-front and it attracted more well-meaning fans and thinned out the obsessive herd. As OffGun’s relationship organically grew more and more genuine over the years, their fans grew with them. Because they came to gradually understand each other they were able to communicate better and build an entire brand around their partnership. Which leads us to present day where they have been working together for 6+ years without a hitch. They’ve worked together more than any other pair and have several variety shows on top of that. They’ve gone from aiming for 10k viewers for the live episode of their talk show in 2019 to having 20k+ people just waiting on a frozen live in the middle of the day, just in case Off comes back. They’ve essentially built something of an empire out of their partnership. But their case is more of an outlier than the norm.

Most actors get lured into BL partnerships by being promised a leg up in their careers, but it rarely ever works quite like that. While gaining popularity and a fandom are what is expected from going into a BL partnership, that’s not always the case. Not all BL ships are well liked, for one, not all fandoms last for another. So while BL guarantees exposure it does not guarantee long-term benefits. Another big disadvantage is that huge chunks of fans don’t support the artists individually. They will only support them when they act together and some extreme fans even go on to attack their other co-stars. BrightWin are the best example of this phenomenon. They’re definitely the ship with the most impact at the start of their career. They truly blew up even before 2gether was done airing, amassing millions of fans who were more than willing to buy their merch and go to their fanmeets and it seemed like they were untouchable. And then F4 happened. To have the actors working on a show together and be cast as friends with their own female love interests absolutely infuriated fans. They first tried to pressure the company into making them a ship in this very heterosexual show. Then, when that didn’t work, they attacked Bright’s costar for being cast opposite him. They still give the show views but they attack anyone that comes in contact with these guys. Bright was even almost cancelled for once having had a girlfriend. Fans claimed he’d deceived them by pretending to be gay for Win. Something he absolutely never did because he was actually very vocal about how 2gether made him understand how sexuality can be fluid. So he was definitely clear about being straight. Bright and Win can’t take on projects or have personal lives outside of each other without droves of fans making it their business and attacking them for doing their jobs and living their lives.

So the pros of being in a ship are- you get a good amount of exposure, a shot at building a fan base and if you’re popular enough it lands you new roles. Cons are that most ships have to meet unreasonable fan demands around skinship, are attacked for having real life romantic partners, may be attacked for working with people that are not their ship partner, have to exist in a highly toxic environment and to top it all off you might not even like your ship partner so you’re stuck doing all these things with a person you hate. Cons definitely outweigh the pros for me and I haven’t even gone into all of the possibilities. And even if you do get along there’s always the possibility that the fans’ toxicity and unending expectations may lead to ruining your relationship with your ship partner. Just look at TayNew…

#ask #anon #bl culture #it’s not that actors can never take on roles separately more that fans may not support it and if fans won’t support it the company might not #risk casting them #and then there’s also the need to keep working with the same partner to maintain the fan base you’ve amassed #which means you might miss out on the opportunity to do projects you actually want #there’s just a lot that comes with being in a proper bl ship #especially if you want to make it last #and it’s not really worth it unless you want to build a legitimate brand with your partner #like with offgun #it worked because they wanted to build their brand together

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Desperate for soft content but not enough to will myself to write, pls man can I have just some soft tsukasa w a male reader bc I'm a stupid gay. I want to hold his hand

Hey there! I know you're itchin' real bad for some simple soft Tsukasa, so I tried my best to polish this up despite some writer's block! I hope you enjoy ❤❤

You were not expected, but surprisingly welcome. Tsukasa hadn't expected to succeed in de-petrifying you, it had only been a test to see if his mixture worked on something bigger than a bird. The result was you waking up in the new world, admittedly weaker than he would've liked, and terrified. So, he took you in and found that it was actually pretty nice to have you around for the dark, chilly nights in such an unfamiliar world.

As was to be expected, you were a fan of the popular fighter. In fact, you'd been a bit smitten with him if he was being honest, but even that wasn't a surprise to him. Tsukasa had plenty of experience with fans of all sorts, some who were obsessive, some who were normal, and many who were infatuated with him, so you weren't the first person he'd met who seemed to have some sort of crush on him, not even the first male to have a crush on him. However, this time it felt...different. This time, you weren't just some fanboy who was disappointed and angry that the fighter didn't fit whatever fantasy they'd built in their heads. No, you had made an effort to get to know and learn more about him beyond what was shown on television. And...he didn't know what to do with that fact.

For now, though that question could be neatly packed away for later. All he had to focus on at the moment was keeping you alive and safe, even if you were fairly competent on your own. So, he had clothed you, to the best of his abilities, and now called you over when that day's kill had been cooked into edibility, eating quietly while you sat beside him with only the sounds of insects and distant creatures roaming the night to fill the air between you and him, admiring the stars in comfortable silence. It was kind of nice, to just sit there in the flickering light of the fire, listening to the soft crackle and popping of the fire with you. Tsukasa used it as a chance to mull over who he should revive next and who would be of the most use to his new kingdom, and where you might fit in his plans going forward. He didn't come out of his thoughts until he realized a new weight was occasionally pressing against his arm, and when he looked over he saw that it was you leaning on your hand, beginning to gently sway sleepily.

Tsukasa sighed, moving his arm to be wrapped around you before you fell onto the rocky platform the two of you sat on or into the dying fire in front of you. Sadly, the movement caused you to jump back into a proper sitting position, looking around at the dark, jagged, rocky landscape before turning your owlish (e/c) eyes to the brunette, who was looking down at you in stunned, increasing embarrassment. However, before he could stammer out some explanation as to what he was doing, or an apology, you were already curling back up and pressing your body into his side more, asleep within minutes.

For a moment, the fighter was left gaping at you, his tanned cheeks burning like a forest fire even when he was able to swallow the lump in his throat and just continued to wrap his cloak around you. After that, he just sat there, his thoughts unable to focus anymore as he was scrambling now with a wave of embarrassment and panic that washed over him at a strength he was unfamiliar with.

#tsukasa x reader #drst #male reader #dr stone #tsukasa shishio #ask #request #fluff #x reader