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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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I literally love your work you’re so talented I can reread it for days and never get bored. Can you write some fluff where maybe reader and Travis have been super busy and they grow a little distant and fight about it and then Travis realizes he messed up when one of his kids asks if he’s moving out or something and he makes it up to reader

All Of Me

"Laylah is finally asleep." Travis whispered as he slipped through the open crack of your bedroom door, quietly closing it behind him. He threw himself down on his side of the bed, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh of pure exhaustion.

"Thanks." You gave him a small smile, continuing your nighttime routine from your side of the bed. You felt Travis' fingers graze down the path of your spine, making you tense up. You rolled your shoulders back, still feeling a tinge of annoyance from earlier tonight. You had gotten into it with Travis over some careless scheduling conflicts on his part, and while you agreed to drop it so you weren't fighting in front of the kids, you'd be lying if you said you weren't still upset.

Travis retracted his arm at your rejection. "I thought we were okay." He hated fighting with you, and would do anything to avoid it. It made him sick to think you were upset, especially at his hand. You shut your nightstand drawer harder than you intended before turning off the light. "If by okay, you mean we're not fighting with each other. Then yes, we're okay, but I'm still pissed with you, Travis." You shifted to lay down in bed, turning your back to him.

"Baby, I said I was sorry. I wasn't thinking when I said yes to the appearance. I would have never agreed to it if I knew it was the same day as Savannah's party." Travis blinked into the darkness, resisting the urge to reach out to you again. He knew it would only set you off.

"Don't you get tired of apologizing? I know you didn't do it on purpose, but it feels like sometimes we're an afterthought to you." You bundled the comforter in your fist, feeling yourself grow angry all over again. The fight was rearing its ugly head again whether you wanted it to or not.

"That's not fair." Travis shot out, his voice louder than he anticipated, emotion building in his chest. "I'm always thinking about you and the kids. But I'm not gonna pretend like the work I do isn't important. Sometimes it has to come first. I have fans, people who count on me." He groaned, realizing that was not what he wanted to say, but it was too late to take it back. The damage was done.

"If you wanna go, Travis, go. No one is stopping you, but you can explain to your daughter while you won't be at her birthday party. I'm done covering for you." All of the consoling you had to do, tears streaming down your kids faces when Travis couldn't make it to a little league game or a school performance was wearing on you too. You listened briefly to make sure that none of the kids had woken due to your arguing. Realizing the house was still calm, you allowed yourself to let out a deep breath. "I'm done talking about this."

****

The next morning, Travis dropped the kids off at school before heading to practice for the day. The girls were in the back, singing their favorite Disney songs, and usually Alex would vocalize his objections, begging Travis to change to another song, but today, he was noticeably quiet, leaning his head against the window. Travis noticed, but didn't want to push the issue. Maybe Alex was just more tired than usual this morning.

"Daddy?" Savannah called out to Travis. "Yes, baby?" He glanced at her through the rear view mirror. "For my party on Saturday, can I have a strawberry cake?" She eagerly clasped her hands together. "Wait, is it your birthday on Saturday? I had no idea!" Travis chuckled, messing with her. "Daddy! I'm turning 5!" She held up five fingers. "Well then, we need to get you a strawberry cake to celebrate." Both Savannah and Laylah cheered. Travis looked at Alex, who was still tight lipped, his gaze focused on the scenery out the window.

"Alex, what's going on, bud?" Travis had dropped the girls off at preschool, leaving him alone with his eldest in the car while he headed to the elementary school.

"Nothing", Alex grumbled out, pulling at his sweatshirt. "Did something happen at school? You know you can tell me." Alex shook his head no, not offering Travis anything else to go on. "Are you excited for your game tomorrow? Mama says you've been hitting well. Can't wait to see you play."

"Are you coming to my games still?" Alex's face perked up, but riddled with anxiety instead of happiness. "Of course, Bubba. Why wouldn't I?" Alex shifted in his seat uncomfortably, flexing his fingers. It was something he did when he was nervous, a trait he had gotten from Travis. "What's going on, Bub?"

"I heard you and mama fighting last night, and she said that you could go if you wanted to. Are you moving out? I don't want you to leave dad." Alex had a very basic understanding of divorce, one of his friends' parents were going through a nasty separation, and Travis could only imagine what was going through his head after hearing the two of you fighting. He found a spot to pull over on the side of the road.

"Alex, bud", Travis shifted in his seat to look back at his son. Alex's cheeks were stained with tears, his sweatshirt sleeve damp. "Your mama and I argued about something silly that Dad did, okay? But I would never leave you or your sisters or your mama. I love you all too much. You have nothing to worry about, and I'm sorry if we scared you." Travis had been so busy trying to defend himself, that he didn't even realize all of this could have been avoided if he had just put his family first. He knew he owed you an apology, and needed to make this up to you. "I just need to figure out a way to get your mom to forgive me."

"Dad, maybe you can get her some flowers. She always likes when we get her flowers for Mama's Day." Alex suggested, making Travis chuckle. "I don't think flowers will be enough this time, Bubba."

****

After practice, Travis found you in your office. You were confirming some last minute details for Savannah's party, stress weighing your shoulders down. You were finding it difficult to focus on anything but your fight with your husband, guilt for trying to push him out making your stomach turn.

"Hey", you turned to see Travis leaning in the doorway, his hair still wet from his shower. You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding in. Even when you were fighting with Travis, he was still your calm and peace. It didn't feel right not touching and holding him. You were so quick to your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck, it startled him, making him stumble back. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I hate fighting with you", Travis mumbled against your skin.

You pulled away, cupping his face in your hands. "I'm sorry, I never should have pushed you. I know you wouldn't miss anything on purpose. Its just, sometimes its really hard doing this without you."

"C'mere." Travis led you back to your chair, pulling another over to you so you were sitting close. He grabbed at your hands, gently massaging at your fingers. "I'm so sorry, baby. I never should have made you second guess how important you were to me. You and the kids, they come before anything else. Every time."

You gave him a soft smile. "I never should have said that, T. I don't think that at all. I can't imagine the pressure on you to be present here and in football. It can't be easy. I need- no I want to be more understanding of how much you have to do."

"About that. I canceled all of my appearances. I told my team that if its not absolutely necessary, I don't want to commit to anything. At least until you feel supported again, however long that is." Travis pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I don't want you to do that Travis. That's not fair to you or your career." You appreciated the gesture, but it seemed so extreme, especially after a silly fight.

"You deserve all of me, baby. Not half, or only sometimes. I never want to make you feel like you have to compromise on my attention." Travis felt no remorse at taking a step back from his commitments. It felt like the right thing to do. You opened your mouth to object, but Travis distracted you with a kiss, gentle as your lips met.

"Did you get the strawberry cake for Nannah?" Travis questioned, barely broken away from the kiss. "Strawberry? What strawberry cake?" Travis backed away, his eyes wide. You enjoyed his panic for a second before giggling. "Just kidding. Everything is taken care of." You lifted off of his lap, pulling him to his feet.

"Good." He gave you a few more pecks, a smile in his tone." You almost gave me a heart attack. I can't let my little girl down on her birthday."

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bleucaesura · 2 months

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STOLITZØ - TWO

“F*ck! Moxxie! Get off my a** already. Unless you want me over there on yours *wink* *wink*” Blitzø sassed into the phone as he sat in his van outside of Stolas’s.

“Ew! No! Satan’s sake, Sir! All I’m saying…” Moxxie started.

“I know what the f*ck you’re saying!” Blitzø cut Moxxie off. “See you tomorrow at work.”

Blitzø hung up the phone. He stared down at the screen.

What f*cking business is it of yours anyway, Mox? Just cuz you and Millie have the perfect f*cking marriage, don't project that sh*t like you know anything about me and my life.

Blitzø sighed, feeling a little guilty about his sh*tty thoughts towards Moxxie. Mox was a good guy. He really needed to cut the guy some f*cking slack.

Blitzø rubbed a hand down his face trying to wipe away his exhaustion. He wasn't ready for this sh*t. He looked at his phone and thought of canceling. Just dropping the grimoire on the front steps and leaving.

Just then a text came in from Loona

“Octavia’s mom is being a c*nt so she's coming over to hang. So don’t f*cking come home. Not that you do on the 🌚🍆💦. I don't want you f*cking embarrassing me”

Blitzø smiled to himself. What a sassy little b*tch his Loony was. She made him so proud.

“Huv fun! ❤️😘❤️😘” he responded. To which he got many middle fingers and eye rolls. Yup. That was his Loony. He beamed inside. Satan, he loved that pup.

He sighed and smooshed his cheek onto his steering wheel. Sulking, he looked across the van, out the passenger window to the looming doors of Stolas’s mansion.

Guess there's no backing out now.

Blitzø grabbed the grimoire, opened his door and practically fell out of his van - junk from inside tumbling after him. He walked around the van, then stood leaning against the passenger door, staring up at the mansion. His heart slamming against his chest.

Stop it you stupid f*ck. He said it was no big deal.

Blitzø felt like he couldn't breathe…

And you brushed it off like you always do. Pretended like it didn't hurt that he rejected you in front of everyone at that club.

It did hurt. But it doesn't matter. He's never cared for me as anything more than a f*ck-doll.

Then why did he come to Earth to save you? Why call you, comment on your photos, ask you how your day was, or laugh at your stupid f*cking jokes when it's not part of your contract? Maybe he does care? Even lo-

It doesn't matter! Everyone I’ve cared for or loved gets f*cked over, hurt, or dies!

Grow a pair you f*cking coward! Just TALK to the guy! Look what happened when you actually f*cking talked with Fizz. He doesn't hate or blame you anymore. You were f*cking honest and you got your best friend back after fifteen years!

That… That's different.

And Moxxie. You opened up to the little f*ck and you finally know he cares and won't leave just cuz you're a chuckle-f*cking idiot.

Mox is a tender little sh*t. He’ll forgive anyone. Except his dad I guess… But that dude is f*cked up. Anyway, Fizz and Mox have nothing to do with Stolas!

If you DON’T say anything to Stolas you could lose him and your ticket to the human world.

F*ck off. It’s not about the book. I’m not that f*cking petty.

Oh? You actually care? And yet he almost died and you weren't there.

Shut the f*ck up.

You almost lost him and you were still too selfish and scared to go see him in the hospital.

“I said, shut the f*ck up!”

Blitzø startled himself out of his panicked spiral when he realized he'd yelled aloud. He'd slid to the ground, knees to his chest, clutching the grimoire, tears streaming down his face. He was gasping for breath.

He quickly stood and brushed himself off. He looked up at Stolas’s mansion.

“F*ck it”

He wiped the tears from his face and eyes then stomped up the steps to the looming gilded doors. He hesitated a moment, remembering he was actually pretty early, then he lifted his fist to knock.

The door cracked open, Stolas’s tiny imp butler stepped back, and gestured for Blitzø to enter. When the butler gestured to Stolas’s study, Blitzø nodded politely and headed in that direction.

Blitzø liked to act like he was better than everyone, but in this place, he certainly didn't like being rude to any of the imps on Stolas’s staff. It felt demeaning. To both him and them. He felt ashamed to be served by them in any way.

Blitzø reached the study doors. Normally he would have just burst in. But today he couldn't breathe. He was nervous. His palms were sweaty. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Swallowing the lump in his throat., Blitzø decided to knock. He waited. He knocked again. Nothing.

He pushed one of the massive doors open a crack.

“Helloooo?” Blitzø called quietly into the study.

He dipped his head inside and called again. No one answered. He pushed the door open further and slipped inside.

Stolas’s desk was straight ahead in the center of the room. It looked like it filled the entire room with the golden rising staircase that led to a platform behind it. The waxing and waning of the moon was a repeated motif gilded across the desk and up the staircase.

What's with this bird and the moon?

Usually, Stolas was seated in the high-backed throne of a chair behind his desk. So it looked strange sitting there so tall, stark and empty.

I wonder where he is?

Blitzø had been in Stolas’s study before, though only briefly, so seeing it now, without Stolas’s room-filling presence felt overwhelming and awe-inspiring.

Busts and intricately framed portraits of the Goetia family lined the walls and door passage that lead into the study proper. Blitzø discovered the room itself was larger than his apartment and office put together.

F*cking rich-a** royals…

Books filled shelves floor-to-ceiling on either side. It was more books than Blitzø had seen in his entire life. Beautifully bound. Well cared for.

Stolas loves his books.

Blitzø thought back to the first time they'd met. The adorable little f*ck had been so excited about all his books. Showing them off like Blitzø actually gave a sh*t about anything he had to say then. Blitzø blushed thinking about how cute Stolas had been as a kid. And how much fun he'd ended up having that day, in spite of himself.

Blitzø smiled to himself as he reminisced and looked blankly up at the books. When he saw a shimmer of light on the spines of the books he turned to the far wall to find its source and he realized it wasn't a wall. It was a floor-to-ceiling stained glass window. It began at the top of the small, balcony? Platform? Blitzø wasn't sure what to call it. Another level of the room that sat behind Stolas’s desk that had two sets of stairs leading up to it that looked as if they were arms protecting Stolas’s desk. It seemed to serve as a platform to reach the crazy a** chandelier that hung in the middle of the room.

As Blitzø’s eyes trained up on the chandelier he almost stumbled and fell backward when he saw the chandelier led up to what he - at first - thought was the night sky. It took a moment for him to realize it was just a painted ceiling. Constellations and the deep blue of space. Blitzø crossed to Stolas’s desk in awe, transfixed, never looking away from the ceiling. He felt like he was falling into the beautiful void of space.

Is this what Stolas does? He said he studies the skies and their prophecies. He never said it was this beautiful.

Blitzø stood in wonder. He began to feel small.

He's so important. To be in charge of something this beautiful… So f*cking powerful.

Blitzø hugged the grimoire tightly to himself like a shield. Remembering Stolas’s rescue and his full demonic manifestation. Blitzø had thought he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. But he'd been terrified at the same time. Not of the fact that Stolas could hurt - even kill - him easily with his power. No. It wasn't Stolas’s power he was afraid of. Blitzø was petrified of how Stolas had made him feel. Safe. Wanted. Worth saving.

How the f*ck could he care for scum like me? When he has all of this?

And then Stolas had rejected Blitzø in front of everyone.

He's ashamed of me. His dirty little f*ck doll…

Tears welled in his eyes. He fought them back as he tore his gaze from the ceiling and the infinite beauty and sorrow he'd found there.

Blitzø’s eyes slammed shut in pain as he remembered Stolas’s tail feathers passing by overhead. The gurney. The hospital. The crowd. The shouting.

“Stolas got hurt bad.” Millie’s words rang in his ears like an echo in a haunted well, beckoning him into its depths.

“He can get hurt?” Blitzø had heard himself say. He’d felt like the earth beneath his feet was sand slowly trying to pull him under. Nothing made sense anymore. Stolas is Goetia. Goetia don’t get hurt. Goetia are basically gods. Weren’t they?

What did I do? Stolas is really hurt. I should have been there. He called me. ME. And I blew him off. I could have rescheduled Loona’s appointment. The f*ck was I thinking?! Oh f*ck. F*ck f*ck f*ck!

Blitzø’s heart hammered in his chest. Remembering that day and every day Stolas had been in the hospital ripped at his heart.

Stop it. Satan f*cking dammit. Get your sh*t together you stupid f*ck. You decided to talk to him so you'll f*cking talk to him you f*cking p*ssy!

Blitzø pried his eyes open and took deep measured breaths trying to calm himself. Once he’d gained his composure, he released the death grip he hadn’t realized he’d had on the grimoire and took another quick look around the room to see if there was anywhere Stolas could be hiding. Or maybe reading and too involved to notice his surroundings.

Blitzø chuckled to himself remembering the times he’d scared Stolas because he’d been too beak deep in one of his books to notice Blitzø sneaking up on him.

But no. Stolas really wasn’t there.

Blitzø stood by Stolas’s desk wondering what to do. Stay there? Go look for him?

Then something caught his eye. A box.

The f*ck is that?

Blitzø looked about the room shiftily. He checked the door to make sure no one was coming. Once he was satisfied, he tiptoed around the desk to get a better look.

It felt strange being on this side of Stolas’s desk. In a strange way it made him feel both smaller in station and yet closer to Stolas.

Blitzø tossed the grimoire on the chair and heaved himself up onto it. For a moment he just sat there. Feeling smug.

So this is what it feels like.

Blitzø ran his palms along the edge of the desk, feeling the richness of it. He felt unworthy.

Sighing, he turned his attention to the box.

There, in the middle of the desk, sat a beautiful blue box. Blitzø reached for it but pulled back abruptly like he’d been stung.

Is that?

Blitzø’s heart began to race as he reached out a shaking hand and picked up the box. He traced the glowing sigil that adorned the lid.

Asmodeus…

Blitzø’s ears began to ring and the whole world dropped away as his vision tunneled on the box in his hands.

He could hear Verosika whispering in his ear, “I told you what this is.”

Blitzø gulped, hands shaking, cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck.

“You know what it does” Verosika purred with venom.

Blitzø slowly opened the box’s lid.

Please don’t let it be… Please, no…

Blitzø’s eyes stung with tears as he looked down at the Asmodeon crystal nestled inside the silken lined box. One of the Lust Demon Lord Asmodeus’s all-access passes to the human world. Usually reserved for his succu-b*tches to do their lust-sucking work on the humans. Stolas wouldn’t need something like this to traverse realms - Blitzø had seen that himself. That meant…

Verosika cackled “Oh you pathetic f*ck! You know what it means! He’s done with you! Throwing you away like the trash that you are!”

Blitzø shut the box, slamming it onto the desk.

No. No no no no no… This can’t be right. We have a deal…

Blitzø started shaking. He gathered himself onto the chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He wrapped his tail tightly around himself and looked up at the ceiling as tears stung his eyes.

He doesn’t want me anymore. I can’t believe I ever thought… and now he’s just f*cking throwing me away.?

“No…” Blitzø whispered as he stared wide-eyed and unblinking at the ceiling; letting himself be swallowed by the void.

*****

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persefolli · 11 months

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“Great work today Y/n.” Jake said to you. You nodded, hopping off your ikran and nodding to him.

You kept your deadpan face as you bid your team goodbye and headed to your home for a short while. It's been a busy week, and the attacks against the RDA have become more frequent.

As a squad leader you were expected to show up every day, every night, and sometimes, it did become overwhelming.

Being a warrior meant you had little to no time for your personal life. You lived with your mother, who urged you all the time to let loose for once and find friends, or a husband, but you opted not to since your sights were set on becoming general.

Luckily, after today you had a few days off from all the chaos. Usually, you would complain until the next day of action came, but you felt yourself involuntarily crashing. You were exhausted and hungry.

You washed your war paint off in a bowl before changing into more comfortable clothing and heading out to the forest.

You took your usual route, thinking about what you might find. You found yourself craving some fresh Utumauti, so that became the staple in your diet for the day.

After dropping down from the rocks that led to the caverns above, you walked along a nearby stream, looking up at the trees to see if you could spot the fruit. After a few minutes you found it, smiling softly to yourself.

You began to climb the tree, but quickly dropped back down when a few Syaksyuk’s swung by, took the fruit, and scurried away. You groaned in frustration and sat on a rock, feet in the stream. You ran your hands over your face and through your hair, huffing and looking back to where the fruit was.

Little did you know that ever since you left the village, Neteyam was trailing close behind you. He didn't mean to follow you but he couldn't help but to see what you did when you weren't working. He originally came to hunt but got carried away.

He saw the incident with the syaksyuk, but when he looked back down at you he didn't expect to see you throwing a tantrum, stomping your feet in the water.

Strangely, he knew where you were coming from.

He backed up a little bit before running off to a spot in the forest where he knew Utumauti grew with great wealth. He chopped down an entire batch before walking back to where you sat. He noticed your zoned out state, but sat next to you.

“Here.” He said, not wanting to annoy you any more than you already were.

You jumped and widened your eyes. Not only was Neteyam sitting next to you, but he was giving you your favorite fruit. Neteyam was like royalty, even though he and his brother didn't act like it. But even this was very humble of him.

“Thank you.” You said quietly and began peeling the fruit.

Neteyam watched you silently as he ate, before turning to face forward so he didn't weird you out.

“What brings you out here?” You asked.

“Just…needed a break.”

“Felt.” You said in response.

“Really?” Neteyam asked. “You usually have it all together. I was actually surprised to see you out here.”

You fell quiet for a few moments before shrugging. “I mean any other time I don't have time to be alone with my thoughts. It's just constant work and stress you know?”

“I get it.” Neteyam got more comfortable on the rock next to you. “It's always the future of the clan that falls in our hands. I've heard that speech one too many times.” He said somberly.

You nodded, urging him to continue.

“I love the clan, and I love my parents but…sometimes I wish it wasn't up to me. If i'm not stressing about the clan i'm stressing about my siblings. It's like i'm already Olo’eyktan and I haven’t even finished my training.”

You sighed before chuckling yourself. “My mom is the exact opposite.” You started. “She wants me to focus less on the clan and more of my personal life. Says I'm not getting any younger and that I need to find myself a husband before it's too late.”

“But you wanna be general right?”

Your head snapped up, not knowing that Neteyam was so observant.

“Yeah…I do.”

“I say kill two birds with one stone. You can do both.”

You nodded along, taking in his words of encouragement.

The two of you went back and forth ranting about everything, your lives, your families. It felt comfortable talking with someone for once.

You’d rested your head on Neteyam’s shoulder, which he tended up at. He quickly regrouped and continued talking. He ranted for a long while, until he realized you fell asleep mid-rant. He didn't take offense to it though, it felt good to say everything out loud. And you listened to a bit of it, and it mattered to him.

It also comforted him knowing that one of the strongest warriors had struggles as well, it made him feel less alone.

Once he finished, he smiled at your sleeping figure and laid down, you laying beside him. He pulled you into his side and you nuzzled on his chest. Neteyam found himself falling into a deep sleep too.

---

Hours later you woke up, feeling strangely relaxed. The type of relaxed where you didn't want to move from whatever position you were in.

Averting your eyes to the side, you saw blue, which alarmed you. You quickly sat up and scooted away, looking at him in horror. The sudden movement caused Neteyam to sit up too, alert and ready, but once he realized it was only you he sighed deeply in relief.

“How did you sleep?”

You placed your hand on your hand and stood, slightly panicking. You got too comfortable, got too cozy with Neteyam. It could've been anyone else, anyone other than the Olo'eyktan's son.

Neteyam sensed your stress and stood up, holding out his hands in an attempt to calm you down. “Hey, hey, talk to me Y/n.”

“I shouldn't have- nevermind, thank you for- '' You groaned in frustration and began walking off.

Neteyam stood confused before walking after you. “Y/n!” He shouted. “I thought we were having a good- was I talking too much?”

“Oh Teyam.” You felt bad, realizing you were probably blowing him off. “That's not. I didn't mean to…I didn't mean to fall asleep.” You softened your tone

“It's fine, Y/n.” Neteyam nodded towards you.“I know you're not used to being a people person, or getting comfortable around people, but I don't mind.”

“You don't?”

“No…I don't mind I- Honestly I would be honored to look out for you.” He confessed. “I find myself relating to you a lot more than I expected, don't tell me you don't feel the same.”

You nodded. “I do, actually. I actually envied you Sully's for a while.”

Neteyam chuckled, “Trust me there's nothing to envy.”

The two of you shared a soft smile and a nod.

“So what, is this some type of support system.”

Neteyam let out a laugh, “I mean, if that's what you wanna call it.”

“Okay,” You smiled. “Support system it is”

#persefolliwrites #persefolli #wattpad #avatar the way of water #angst #atwow #avatar #avatar2 #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam comfort

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koshirulynn · 2 years

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//coffee lovers//

College AU- Shu yamino x gn!cute!reader fluff

//coffee lovers//

In where,you are a college student working part time as a barista in a local cafe and a charming coffee lover takes interest in you.

(This is just for fun,do not take this seriously and to the included streams,lmao I'm sorry if you read this)I hope you enjoy!

The smell of fresh coffee beans surrounded you as you stretched your stiff muscles. You yawned before dusting off imaginary dust from your plain apron. Coming straight to the cafe after your morning lectures was tiring for you.

Yet you didn't mind it. You loved the smell of freshly brewed coffee,it was heavenly yet bitter at the same time. You exhale in exhaustion but you wanted this day to be over faster.

Assisting your co-workers by making the beverages. You were going to grab the almond milk but your co-worker called your name.

"Y/n can you do the next orders, need to talk with the manager for a second?" they asked with hope in their tone.

"sure sure, make it quick though" you implied as you finished the order quickly and served it.

There was only 3 people working today the cafe and that included yourself,your manager and the co-worker that went to talk to your manager at the back.The cafe wasn't as busy as you expected but you worried that it will get busy in the matter of minutes.

You were silently crying to yourself as you were going to take the next order.

"Hello,what may I get for you?"not looking up to see who's order you were taking.

"Ah can I get your recommendation?"A charming voice spoke to which you look up. Eyes meeting,his violet eyes was mesmerizing yet captivating. His attire was simple yet you liked it very much.

"A-ah yes,the most popular coffee beverage here is the cappuccino"You tried to keep it professional but ended up stuttering at the start.The tall male looked at you up and down and smiled at you thinking you were cute. Your hair was slightly messy and how you stumbled with your words just made him awe.

He was dying inside 'argggg they're so cuteee' His cheeks tinted a light pink.

"Yes can I have that please"You could listen to his voice on repeat.You found him very charming. The raven haired male smiled at you again before sitting down at a table.

Every now and then you would glance over at him and didn't think too much of it as you continued to work. His cappuccino was finally made,you decided to give him one of your homemade muffins that you brought for lunch and to share to your co-workers.

Holding the tray with the cappuccino and muffin carefully,you realized that he was looking at you as you made your way over to him. You placed the mug and plate down on the table. You were about to leave but his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"oh excuse me but I didn't order the muffin"You smiled at him and replied.

"It's on the house"He chuckled and thanked you for your kind gesture. Shu found the cafe very aesthetic and decided to take a picture before sipping the slightly bitter beverage. He took a picture and sent it to his friends with the caption 'the cute barista gave me a free muffin'

He stayed there for a good 30 minutes before leaving. Shu was going to be late for his afternoon lecture. Your co-worker finally came back from talking to your manager and when she came back you realized that the raven haired costumer had left.

You slightly frowned, thinking that you wouldn't see him again. Sighing as you made your way over to the table he was at to clean up. You saw that he left a little note.

'Thanks for the muffin' and his number was written on it.

#shu yamino #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #fanfiction #fanfic

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souma-stars · 1 year

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A Smile for You :)

adonis otogari x fem! reader

fluff

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Today was the worst day of your life. Everything was just going wrong. You woke up late, with an extreme case of bedhead. You were low on groceries because you've been so busy with work, that you've just been too tired to go out and get some food. Work wasn't that great either; your boss was strict and you found it difficult to get along with your coworkers. You just hated your life so much, you felt like you were trapped in a pit of sadness for the rest of your life.

After a long day of work, you were just so exhausted. On your way back home, you entered an alleyway and collapsed to the ground, curling yourself into a ball and letting your tears stream out. You just wanted to die here in this spot. You never wanted to return to the things that made you unhappy.

By some miracle, one of your friends Adonis Otogari was walking through the same street. He stopped at your alleyway after hearing cries, thinking you were a stray animal who was probably hurt. He turned into the alleyway and found you. It wasn't an animal, it was a person.

"Oh miss, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Here, take my hand. I will help you up." He extended his hand towards you, a concerned yet gentle expression on his face.

You looked up to the sound of his voice, and met his eyes. You were surprised to see it was him.

"A-Adonis, is that you?" You refused to believe your eyes. It was definitely Adonis. Seeing his face again made your heart ache a bit. Because you had been busy with work and feeling exhausted, you never had the time or the energy to meet up with your friends. You always felt bad for having to turn down their offers to hang out. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you looked at his familiar face.

"Oh y/n! What are you doing here? Did you get hurt?" Adonis remained concerned though he was happy to see his friend again. "Y/n, you are crying so much. Please do not cry, everything will be alright." He gave you a soft smile, and brought a hand to your face to gently wipe away your tears.

"Adonis..." you began to cry again, grateful for your friend's kindness. Adonis pulled you into his arms and held you. You buried your face in his chest and cried more.

"It's okay y/n, just let it all out. I'll be here for as long as you want. It's okay, everything will be alright." He began to rub your back gently, wishing to soothe you of your worries.

He remained with you in the alleyway until you had felt better. When you had stopped crying, you looked up at him.

"Adonis, I'm so sorry for not being able to meet with you. I was so busy with work, and I've been very exhausted. I can barely carry myself..."

"Y/n, please do not apologize, I completely understand. I wish you could have told me you were struggling, I would have helped you out in an instant. But y/n, do not worry anymore. I am always here for you. I will help you until you feel better." He wore the most gentle expression on his face. You couldn't stop looking into his kind, golden eyes.

"Adonis...thank you so much." You buried your face in his chest again and hugged him tightly. He held you tighter, wishing to provide you comfort.

"Of course, y/n. Now, how about we get some food? Let us go eat some meat, so that you can feel stronger and feel better." Adonis took your hand in his and held you up, bringing you to your feet. Though you were still drained, the thought of eating together with one of your best friends brought a smile to your face, and your heart raced thinking about this precious time you were going to spend together.

You looked up at your friend and smiled, feeling grateful for having someone like him in your life. Adonis looked down at you and returned your smile with an even warmer one, happy to have someone like you in his life. Together, the two of you walked hand-in-hand to eat meat, and you felt as if happiness had finally returned in your heart ♡

#adonis otogari #adonis otogari x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #enstars adonis #undead #enstars undead

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sillygonk · 2 months

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Strings of Devotion [ao3]

pairing: Johnny Silverhand/V

word count: 4,4k

<- Chapter I Chapter III ->

Chapter II – How I met my Mortal Enemy

V stirred from her slumber, groggily blinking away the remnants of sleep when morning light filtered through the blinds. Stretching her limbs, she grimaced at her back pain and let out a loud yawn, feeling the weight of yesterday’s exhaustion still clinging to her bones. There was definitely too much emotions in too little time.

The apartment was quiet, which meant that Misty had to be out for the day already – if she sniffed hard enough, she could feel the smell of incense sticks that her roommate was lighting up every day. The only thing she could hear were the distant sounds of the street coming through the windows of their shared Heywood apartment. Other than that, the morning was calm and quiet.

And that’s when Nibbles greeted her with soft, gentle “meeEEeeEooOOOOOW!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m up, I’m UP Nibbles,” V groaned, but reached out to stroke the little bald head. “Give me five minutes.” Cat responded with a contented purr, before darting off to investigate a sunbeam streaming in through the window. With the cat out of her hair, she flopped back onto the bed, burying her face back in her pillow. She immediately started to drift back into a blissful state of half-consciousness.

And that’s when her phone rang.

“Oh, fuck me…” she groaned again before picking up. “Hello?”

“Yo, V. If you ain’t busy I got a gig for you.”

“It’s really fucking early, Cap.”

“It’s well after nine,” Muamar laughed. “But the gig is good and I promise you’ll like it.”

She opened one eye. If El Capitan says she’ll like the gig, that could only mean one thing.

“Is it klep work?”

“It’s work on creative license. But yes.”

“Aight,” she finally sat on the bed, blanket still wrapped around her. “You have my attention.”

“A beautiful Colby Butte. Already have a client for it. He’s a bit... Demanding. And snippy to be honest. But what is that to you, two minutes of work and we’re set. Just try not to scratch it while racing, which I know you’ll do.”

V sighed and rubbed sleep from eyes.

“Sure, Cap. Send me the coords and I’m on it.”

“Fabulous. Info on your way. Mwah.”

After that he hung up, and V got out of the bed. She shuffled to the kitchen. Nibbles, suddenly not interested in sunbathing anymore, hot on her heels, purring loudly. Even though she knew that Misty fed the little shit already, she pretended to forget about that once in a while to make her cat happy. V and Nibbles shared similar values when it came to food after all – it was never too much and it was never too often, so who she was to deny this furless little creature a treat.

When Nibbles was focused on the breakfast, she pulled the cupboard door open, and then frowned at the sight of the empty coffee canister. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath, realizing she had forgotten to restock. Again. But who was she kidding, even if she remembered, she would most probably still wouldn’t buy it since the prices were shooting up like crazy. Sighing in resignation, V reached for the next best thing – instant coffee. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now.

As she boiled water on the stove, V pulled out her phone, shooting off a quick text to Jackie.

[V] have a gig from Capitan wanna meet after? sent – 9:43 am

It didn’t even took him ten seconds to respond.

[Jackie] sure thing chica, come to the studio received – 9:43 am

[V] preem, will be there in 2 hrs tops sent – 9:44 am

She quicky prepared her coffee and left it on the counter to cool down. Since she was starting a day with a gig, she opted for a quick shower to soothe her muscles a bit. After fishing out some fresh clothes out of her wardrobe, she tossed them onto her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Leaning against the sink, she ran a hand through her short, tangled hair, grimacing at the sight of split ends and unruly knots. She really should stop bleaching them so much. With silently vowing to ask Mamá Welles to trim her hair, she shed her pj’s and stepped into the shower, sighing when hot water cascaded over her back.

The tranquility however was short-lived as a sharp pang shot through her lower back again, and she couldn't help but wince. She gritted her teeth against the pain, silently cursing her body for betraying her yet once more. Grimacing, she reached for the nearby shelf where she kept a bottle of painkillers, quickly popping on in her mouth and washing it down with a handful of water. V sighed again, forcing herself to push through and hurriedly scrubbing herself clean despite the pain.

By the time V turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, she felt the tension slowly ebb away. She quickly dried herself off and, with her hair still damp and clinging slightly to her forehead, she padded back into her bedroom to get dressed. After pulling on a pair of old ripped jeans, loose tee and heavy boots, V did her make-up and packed – she tossed her notebook and a couple of pens in her bag, and, just in case, the painkillers and a bottle of water. She put a gun into the waistband of her jeans, slipped her leather jacket on and leaned down to give the cat a quick kiss on the head. “Be good, Nibbles.” With one last glance around her apartment, she headed to the door.

And that’s when she saw her forgotten cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, already cold.

“Crap,” she sighed, but still gulped it down on her way out.

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Her klep gig work on creative license went smooth as always. And, as always, she lost the tail within seconds, hacking pursuers cars for good measure. This little Thronton could really do the trick on the road, despite not being a race car per se. But, in her mind, every car was a race car if you were a good enough driver, and she was a good fucking driver. And that was a cool fucking car.

She fixed a quick text to the fixer after exiting the garage.

[V] wheels in the cave sent – 11:03 am

[El Capitan] profesh as ever eddies sent your way received – 11:03 am

V smiled at the notification. Without giving it a second thought, she decided to hit up Muamar once more.

[V] if the client will change his mind, add this baby to my bill sent – 11:05 am

[El Capitan] got bored of the bike, eh? received – 11:06 am

[V] nah, but those wheels are preem sent – 11:06 am

[El Capitan] as everything i offer received – 11:06 am

will let you know if the client will have a change of heart if not, will keep you in mind next time maybe will add a discount for preem work received – 11:08 am

[V] sounds good, Cap sent – 11:09 am

Her smile turned into a grin. She really liked to work for Cap. Klep jobs from him were the ones she enjoyed the most. Sure, it was not the same as being paid for their little music gigs, but it put food on the table and kept the bills paid. For now, they all had to endure with their monotony day jobs. Nova was a bouncer at Lizzie’s, kicking gonks asses if they were not following the club rules. Raf in the kitchen at some slurp shop in Kabuki, constantly burning his hands in the shitty, dirty kitchen. Misty in her little esoterica shop, still fighting for peoples spirituality. Prime… Doing God knows what, God knows why. And V, with her merc gigs and occasional shifts as a waitress at the same place Raf worked at.

Their situation was less-than-ideal, but they were hopeful and knew they will crawl out of this fucking shithole one day. They will get there. They will make it big.

They had to or they would lose their fucking minds.

Meandering through the streets as if on autopilot, V’s train of thought was abruptly shattered when she collided with a tall figure coming from around the corner. Startled, she stumbled backward, barely managing to regain her balance.

“Shit, sorry,” V said, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “You good?”

She looked up at him. A guy, probably around her age, with short stubble and dark mid-length hair framing his sharp features. With his hands casually tucked into the pockets of a worn leather jacket, his outfit was a striking resemblance to her own. And, she couldn’t deny, he was kinda handsome. Or at least would be if he would stop sneering at her, that is. But there was something about him that set off alarm bells in her mind.

When he met her gaze, his sneer turned into a brief shock, and then into a smirk.

“No harm done,” he said in gruff voice, his smirk widening as he took in her appearance. “But maybe next time watch where you’re goin’, princess.”

Oh, so he was also a dickhead.

“Said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, doll, but that doesn't change the fact that you nearly knocked me over, does it?”

She sized him up with a scoff, her eyes narrowing slightly. He was at least half-foot taller than her, lean but not lanky, with broad shoulders that stretched the fabric of his jacket. Yeah, she almost knocked him over.

“Sure I did,” V rolled her eyes, brushing past him and continuing down the street, muttering under her breath. “Asshole.”

She heard him chuckle behind her back, but if he said anything in return, she didn’t catch that. She adjusted the strap of her bag and quickened her pace, this time actually watching where she was going. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching her for some reason. She resisted the urge to turn around, her irritation growing with each step. She fished a cig from the inside pocket of her jacket and lit it, taking a deep drag to calm the fuck down.

When V finally arrived at the studio, slightly calmer, the familiar sight brought a sense of relief. Pushing open the heavy door, she stepped inside, greeted by the techie guy, Ben, letting her know that Jackie was waiting for her in the back. She thanked him with a smile and went in the direction he pointed.

Jackie’s tall frame was hunched over the mixing console as he tinkered with the dials. He looked up as she entered the backroom, a warm smile lighting up his face.

“Hola, chica. Lookin’ good.”

“And feelin’ shitty, but thanks.”

“Ay. Need a hug?”

V couldn't help but chuckle at his offer, touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Fuck yeah, I need a hug.”

Without hesitation, Jackie crossed the room and enveloped her in a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her. V closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Thanks Jacks.”

“Anytime,” he ruffled her hair. When she stepped back, he frowned a little. “Issues with the gig?”

“Nah, gig went good. Actually it’s the only thing that went good today,” she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, brushing the edge of the spine cyberware with her fingertips. “It’s just, dunno, bad day, I guess. I'm sleep deprived, my back is killing me again and some asshole practically plowed into me on the street and made it look like it was my fault. And I’m hungry.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Shit. That’s a one rough morning, huh?” He thought for a moment and gave her a small smile. “Y’know what? I have something to show you actually. Wanted to do it after talking the detes with Wakako, but fuck it,” he sat at the desk, clicking on the console again. “Was working on a new demo. Only have a short bit for now, but I think you're gonna dig it.”

“Aight, lay it on me,” she ginned, settling onto the edge of the desk next to him and nodding at him to play the track. She enjoyed listening to every bit of his work, no matter what stage it was at. To be fair, he did the same for her.

They listened in silence for a while, but V’s smile grew wider every second. She didn’t knew shit about making music like this, but could appreciate a good beat when she heard one. After it finished, she laughed. “Shit, this beat slaps harder than my mother.”

Jackie looked at her sternly.

“V. Ain't funny.”

“Yea it is, you just have no sense of humor.”

“Yea, and you’re deflecting trauma with dark humor.”

“Okay, ouch. Touché tho. But really, it’s pretty fucking good.”

“Glad you like it,” his eyes lit up with excitement. “Because I will need a short chorus for it and I want you to sing the part. We would record it for my first album.”

She froze.

“Wai- What?” her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am, V. Was thinking of a collab like that for some time and I want you for the first one I do this with.”

V felt a lump form in her throat as Jackie's words sank in. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. She sniffed, blinking back tears, before nodding slowly.

“That’s a yes?” he grinned.

“Well, how the fuck can I say no?” he laughed while she wiped her eyes and leaned in to hug him again, which he returned right away.

“Good,” he pat her back lightly. “Now c’mon, let’s get some fucking food. I’m starving too.”

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When hours later V made her way to their hideout – a rented garage near Coyote – sun was already dipping low on the horizon. They had a quick jam session planned and V wanted to finally blow off some steam. Even though the meetup with Jackie made her day ten times better, she still felt antsy for some reason.

She walked to the back entrance and smiled at Prime, who was sitting on the curb next to the back door, smoking a joint.

“Fancy seeing you here,” V stood next to her, snuffing her cig and taking a puff from Prime’s doobie when she offered.

“You too,” the drummer nodded. From those two words alone, V could tell that she was less baked than usual. “Nova will be late, they had some situation at the bar.”

“Drunk gonks or something else?”

“Dunno, wasn’t really listening when Raf was talking,” she cleared her throat and added quietly. “But Dex is here.”

“What?” V frowned and crouched down in front of her. “Why?”

“Said he had some info about the Battle or something,” she took the joint back and took a drag. “But he didn’t say much else.”

V sighed and nodded. It wasn’t that they didn’t like to work with Dex. Well, they didn’t, but that was not the point. It was just that he always had only his own biz in mind, not caring much about them and their goals. He didn’t support them or promoted them as he should. They were only a source for a quick eddie, no matter how small the eddie was. So yeah, they did resent him a bit, but right now he was the only one they could afford and they needed a manager if they wanted to move forward at all.

“Aight,” V sighed again and stood up. “I’m goin’ in. My ass is freezing,” she opened the door and looked at her friend. “You comin’?”

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Prime flicked the remainder of her joint into the alley and followed V inside. V greeted Dex with short nod and smiled at Misty and Raf, sitting on the couch next to them, dropping her bag along with the jacket and her gun.

“Does it feel for you like we’re being called into the principal's office when he shows up?” Raf asked her quietly.

“Every single fucking time,” she whispered and he chuckled.

They sat, mostly in silence, tension filling the air. He of course couldn’t just sent them the info, because why make their life easier, right? He was insufferable sometimes. Wasn’t helping them with their career but was micromanaging them at the same time, just to be sure that they knew their place and stayed in line.

Finally, after what seems like hours with Dex in their space, Nova arrived, with a pout on her face, looking as if someone pissed in her cereal.

“Hi. Sorry, shitty shift,” she said, shrugging off her jacket and throwing it on the hanger in the corner. “You’d think that if we’re fucking closed then gonks will stop try to come in, Jesus fuckin’-” she finally looked up and stopped in her tracks. “Oh. Hi Dex.”

“Hello, Miss Foster,” he lit up his cigar and V gritted her teeth. They were not supposed to smoke inside and he knew it. They will get another fucking earful from the proprietor. “Come on and sit down. I have some news about this Battle of the Bands thing for y’all,” he pulled out his phone and quickly found something he was looking for, while Nova sat on the armrest next to V, exchanging knowing glances. “Got the info from the organizer. You're officially signed up for the event as performers,” Dex stated. “There will be five bands in total, the opening is scheduled for next Saturday. They want each band to do a short presentation as an appetizer before the real competition will start.”

“Do we know the dates of each performances?” V asked.

“Not yet, they’re still working on the program. All info about the phases of the competition should be available this week. Will send them to you. Any other burnin’ questions?”

“Yeah. You had to come down here to let us know about that?” Nova raised her eyebrow.

“You know me, Miss Foster. I like to look y’all in the eyes when talkin’ biz.”

“Riiight. Thanks Dex.”

“Of course. So if that’s all-“

“Actually, wait,” V quipped in. “One more. Is there a list of who else made it in?”

He scrolled down on the info.

“Yes, there is, Miss V. Sending you the detes,” they all got a notification as Dex turned to leave. “If they will inform me of anything else, I’ll let y’all know.”

With that he took his leave and all of them sighed in union.

“We really should stop giving his detes in any papers, fuck me,” Nova said.

“That’s, like, literally his job, Nova,” Raf rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t like him,” she leaned to pull out a beer from the crate laying on the floor next to the couch and opened it, but when Raf reached out to her, she sighed and handed him a bottle, reaching for another one. “And I know you gonks don’t like him too. We would be better off alone, to be honest. V handles more things than him, and better,” she pointed her finger at V. “We pay him for nothing and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know,” V sighed and pulled out her phone to open the message from Dex. “But you know that we need someone. Let’s just… We’ll talk about it after the competition will be over, aight?”

Nova was quiet for a while, mulling her words. She wasn’t exactly in a mood to push V and she saw that V would also lose her shit for that today. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just focus on the Battle for now.”

“Thank you,” V let out a sigh of relief and stood up, wandering in circles while scrolling the detes. “Okay, there it is. List of bands qualified for the Battle; Thunderforge. I have no idea who they are,” she glanced at her teammates, but they also shook their heads. She returned to the list. “The Shouty Hearts. I actually heard of them couple of times.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” Nova nodded. “We were at their gig at Dicky Twister some time ago, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she slapped her forehead.

“You went to a gay bar without me?” Raf scoffed.

“We went for a gig without you,” Nova smirked and sipped her beer. “Not the first time too. Okay, who else do we have?”

“Fivedust. Again, not sure if I know them.”

“They’re okay,” Prime stated. “Less hard, more like a funky vibe, but they’re pretty good.”

“Aight. So that leaves us and…” V scrolled further down and froze. “Samurai? Fuckin’ Samurai?” She read in disbelief.

She heard about Samurai, alright. They all did. Samurai was slowly carving out a reputation for themselves, much like them. They were a rising force in the music scene and she knew about their growing fanbase. Apparently they were able to captivate a crowd without much effort. They were a threat that couldn't be taken lightly. The realization hit V like a punch to the gut. This shit just got a whole lot more serious. If they were going to compete against Samurai, they needed to bring their A-game and be prepared for every-fucking-thing.

They couldn’t catch a fucking break, could they?

“Well that’s just fucking fantastic,” she reached out for a bottle with trembling hands.

“Samurai, whoop-de-do,” Nova rolled her eyes. “What about them, choom?”

“The fuck you mean what about them?” Raf interjected and narrowed his eyes. “They’re huge!”

“I’m kinda with Raf on that one to be honest,” V sighed and sipped her beer.

“Yea, me too,” Prime shrugged and Misty nodded.

“Fucking, thank you!” Raf yelled.

“Uh, no? They’re not huge,” Nova scoffed and looked at them with disbelief. “What the fuck you’re all talking about? They’re in the same spot as us. If it were otherwise, they wouldn’t take part in this competition.”

Well… V couldn’t argue with that. She started to nervously chew on her already destroyed nail polish, until Nova slapped her hand. She sighed. Maybe they really were exaggerating. Maybe Samurai wasn’t that good. At least not much better than them, she hoped. Maybe Nova was right. They were in the same boat, after all. But then Misty said something that sent her down the spiral again.

“Didn’t they start a fire at Rainbow Cadenza some time ago?”

Oh, and also they did that and were the talk of the week. It was a dumb marketing, but if something was stupid but worked, then it wasn’t stupid. And this stunt fucking worked. V cursed under her breath, feeling more and more pissed.

“Okay, enough,” she pointed her finger at them. “We all need to chill, aight? We're not some fucking small-time act. We've earned our place there, and I know you know it too,” she huffed, downing her beer before continuing. “I’ll admit, seeing their name on the list was like a fucking slap, but that’s our wake-up call, you know? That’s the proof that this is not a fucking playground anymore.”

They all nodded slowly, Nova with satisfied smirk on her face.

“Finally,” she raised the bottle with a mocking toast and V rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”

Nova only laughed her loud pearly laughter and downed her beer too. Raf, Misty and Prime exchanged glanced, and, at last, Raf sighed.

“Yeah, you’re right. We ain’t gonna back down because of couple of self-centered wannabes.”

“They’re mostly not half bad from what I heard,” Nova shrugged. “It’s only Silverhand who struts like a peacock.”

“The vocalist, right?” V sipped her beer.

“Yep. That means you need to crush his ego,” Nova smirked, poking V's arm and she finally laughed. Hurray for another day of emotional rollercoaster, she guessed.

“Yeah, no prob, choom.”

“Are there any pics of them online? I want to at least see if he’s as cute as they say,” Raf exhaled dramatically.

All girls rolled their eyes at him, but Nova pulled out her phone to look for any sign of them. It didn’t take her long to find their fanpage. She muttered something about setting up one for Banzai Riot too and handed Raf her phone. He tilted his head while zooming in on the pic and shrugged.

“Meh. I’ve seen better. The one with mullet is cute tho,” he smiled and handed the phone to Misty when she reached out to check them out too. It went on a tour round the room so all of them could see their future competitors, and when it finally got into V's hands, she choked on her beer.

“That asshole!”

Her bandmates exchanged surprised glances.

“What asshole?” Misty frowned.

“The one that- Shit,” she rubbed her forehead, realizing that they haven’t heard her story from before yet. “I bumped into some guy on the street today and he was all pissy about it at first and then smirking and shit. And he acted as if I was the only one not looking where I’m fucking going. That’s him! That’s the asshole!”

“Which one?” Nova frowned and V pointed her finger at the tall, broody one. “That’s Silverhand.”

“That’s him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Great. Fucking amazing,” she sneered and reached out for a cig. Fuck it, Dex already smoked inside, she won’t make it worse.

“Did he know who you are?”

V blinked in surprise, taken aback by Misty’s question.

“Nah… No, I don’t think so,” she frowned.

“You don’t look convinced, you know?”

“Well… When I think about it now, he was acting weird.”

“Well, maybe he did recognize you?” Nova questioned. “We played some gigs in the city too, maybe he saw one?”

V shrugged. There was some possibility of him stumbling across their concert one time. Or maybe he had found across them online. She knew that some of the audience recorded their stuff and posted it without a second thought, even if they didn’t know who was playing. Or maybe it was just a chance encounter and she was reading too much into it. V didn't know anymore. She was sure of one thing, though.

This competition is going to be one hell of a ride.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #alternate universe #au #silverv #johnny silverhand #fem v #fanfic #cyberpunk fanfic #slow burn #enemies to lovers #original characters

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k-sickies · 11 months

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Can I request a Hyunjin x gf! Reader fic where he has the stomach flu, he’s been feeling sick all day and doesn’t have anyone to be with because his members have schedules and y/n had uni work so he decides to do a live so he can talk to stay. So y/n is watching the live while on the way home and he accidentally starts throwing up and turns off the live so y/n rushes home to be there for him as his condition worsens and he struggles to keep anything down. But she’s there to take care and comfort him and it’s all cute and fluffy💝🤭

It's not the best. I'm so sorry! I hope you like it anyway. Let me know if you want a part two 🫶

Emeto warning!

The day’s terrible. Yes it’s absolutely horrible, that’s what Hyunjin decided. After he spent the whole night in the bathroom he was so exhausted the next day. On top of that he had to stay home alone since Chan insisted that he had to stay home until he would feel better for at least 72 hours. Sadly none of the members could stay home with him and his girlfriend was busy with uni work. He knew she had an important essay to finish and the last thing that he wanted was to interrupt her. He knew that she would come over immediately if he told her that he isn't feeling well. There's no way he would do that. Not wanting to burden her.

However, all he can do right now is laying down in his bed and scrolling through his phone. The medication helped with the nausea but his stomach was still in absolute agony. It was twisting and cramping uncomfortably. No position he tried seemed like it would relieve the pain in his stomach.

After a while of scrolling through his phone he laid it aside. His stomach was still churning uncomfortably but beside that he was very bored. There's this itch to just text his girlfriend and ask her if she could come over. But he decided against it. However, he had another idea in mind. Going live and talking to stays. That certainly would get his mind distracted from his stomach and help with the boredom. His rational side knew that it's not the very best idea to go live while feeling this way but he didn't think about the consequences.

It took a while to fix his hair and room to make him look somewhat decent and not downward sick but as soon as he finished all of it he turned on the live.

"Hello Stays~" he welcomed them with a sweet voice.

It didn't take long until the live was filled with stays and the comment section full of questions and nice comments. For about an hour he was talking to Stays. He actually managed to distract himself and he had a lot of fun with all of them. After a while his happiness went away as a harsh cramp went through his stomach and he noticed how he really was feeling. With the pain that settled deep inside of his stomach, it was hard to keep a straight face and not worry the fans. He's glad that he was in his room under his blanket. That way he could rest a hand on his stomach which was slightly bloated and tender to the touch. He had to admit that he isn’t so sure if he isn't about to get sick right now. The pain was way too bad, but to be honest he doesn’t even want to think about being sick. He doesn’t like it, being sick is always something he hates the most.

Meanwhile Y/N is took a short break from university work and checked her phone. All she wanted was to give Hyunjin a quick call and ask how his day was going but then she noticed the notification on his phone saying that her boyfriend is live. So instead she decided against calling him and joined the live stream. What she didn't expect was her boyfriend having a hand clamped over his mouth and looking terrified. The live stream ended shortly after.

"Shit" Y/N mumbled under her breath.

Without hesitation she dropped everything and basically run to the dorm. To her luck it wasn't a long way and she arrived in less than 10 minutes.

With her spare key she opened the door. Thanking Chan that he handed one to her after that one time he lost his key and locked all of them out of the dorm.

"Hyunjin??!" She called out. No answer.

Quickly Y/N made her way to Hyunjins bedroom and what she found there wasn't in her favor at all.

Hyunjin sat on the edge of his bed. A bucked between his legs and he was curled around his stomach. Saliva hanging on his lips. He sweated and was shaking like a leaf in the wind. It smelled like vomit in the room and Y/N couldn't help but cringe at the smell.

Carefully she sat down beside the sick boy.

"Baby? I'm here now." Y/N whispered in a soft voice.

She placed her hand on his back and rubbed up and down in a comforting motion.

Hyunjin immediately relaxed under the touch. His stomach empty and he spat one more time into the bowl.

"Can you help me? I feel gross.." he mumbled

Y/N nodded "Of course."

She helped him to the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up as she cleaned the bucket. He told her what was going on with him and what happened in the live stream while she helped him change into a fresh pair of pyjamas.

A few minutes later both of them laid down in bed.

Hyunjin rolled around in Y/Ns embrace and buried his head in her chest. A low moan escaped him. Somehow his stomach aching even more now that he emptied it.

“oh Baby, you don’t feel good, hm?” Y/N cooed.

“No..” Hyunjin slurred and got interrupted by a low whimper.

They stayed like this for a while. Just in the embrace of each other. It was a comfortable silence until it was interrupted by a burp and a loud rumble of the sick idols stomach.

Hyunjin isn’t the type to burp that much and usually does it if he feels nauseous and Y/N knows that. She knows Hyunjin way too well after being together for three years. She also knew from the low gurgles that came from her boyfriend's stomach. That was also something that only happens if he feels bad. Another burp escaped the idols lips, This time it sounded wet. Y/N widened her eyes. Knowing there isn’t much time until Hyunjin will get sick all over his bed and she isn’t a fan of that idea.

“Jinnie? You have to help me now. We have to go to the bathroom!” Y/N said a bit in panic

Hyunjin only nodded, too afraid to speak. He put one hand over his mouth and swallowed. Wow, he feels really nauseous now that he’s standing. His face is getting paler by the second.

Somehow the two managed to walk to the bathroom without an interruption. As soon as Hyunjin saw the toilet he immediately rushed up in front of it. Y/N found her way next to the sick boy and kneels down behind him. Hyunjin felt like throwing up. He's so nauseous. But nothing wants to leave his body, only unproductive gags. His stomach was in agony and all he wanted was relief. From behind Y/N wrapped her arms around him and started to rub the aching middle. She could feel that her boyfriend's stomach started churning underneath her finger tips. It didn’t look long for Hyunjin to hunch forward with a gag. He squeezed his eyes shut while he emptied himself.

“That’s it, Baby.” Y/N mumbled comforting nothings into her soulmate's ear.

After throwing up Y/N helped to clean up the other and walked with him back to his room. There the two laid back down, but not before Y/N placed a trash can next to the bed, just in case.

Hyunjin immediately curled up around his girlfriend. His head rested again on Y/Ns chest and he wrapped one arm around her torso.

“I feel sick.” Hyunjin whined

“I'm Sorry to burst your bubble but you are, Sweatheart!” Y/N said while he giggled a bit.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right..ugh” Hyunjin groaned.

Y/N laughed at the stubborn behaviour of Hyunjin.

She wrapped her arms around the dancer and pulled him closer. Y/N placed a kiss on her boyfriend's forehead.

"Give me one on the lips." Hyunjin whined.

"Sorry Baby. I don't want to get myself sick too. Then no one is there to take care of you." She said

Hyunjin pouted "Fine."

"I'm tired…"

"Try to sleep some, Baby." She said as she caressed through his hair

Hyunjin closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into dreamland. Y/N stayed by his side, caressing through his hair and leaving a few kisses on his cheek. She just hopes that he would feel better after sleeping.

#kpop sickfic #sickfic blog #emeto #sick!hyunjin #stray kids sickfics #ateez sickfic

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oogaboogaspookyman · 6 months

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Our lovable mouse was always a busy man

He worked long in a hard night just to make those few extra bucks. Minnie had taken notice of this, eventually deciding to ask Mickey about it

Upon questioning him about his struggles, Mickey's patience had finally broke

He'd become irritated, lashing out, as he said horrible things to her. She tried her best to reason with him, but Mickey had none of it, slapping her out of pure anger

A heartbroken Minnie had to run out of the room, with tears streaming down her face. It wasn't long before Mickey had realized the severity of his actions

Filled with regrets, he tried to apologize, but Minnie was nowhere to be seen after that

The guilt-ridden mouse had stayed up all night until exhaustion had taken over

When Mickey had woken up from his deep slumber, he was quick to notice that the house was... Abnormally silent. No birds chirping, no sounds of cars passing by, just pure... Silence

He ran outside as quick as he could, realizing there was only an empty street and a deppressing gray sky

Mickey had walked far down the street, but it always seemed to be heading to the same place, as if it were looping

He grew more hopeless as time passed, it all felt like a bad dream

Mickey tried to end his life many times, but despite his efforts, he just couldn't escape. For three months he had been trapped here, his sanity had began to decrease

The isolation, the loneliness, he couldn't handle it anymore

Until...

"Beep!"

A small, blue haired boy, had approached him, from seemingly out of nowhere, requesting to sing along with him. Mickey was confused nonetheless...

But... What reason did he have to say no..?

RIGHT? :)

[ISOLATED]

[1]

What do you want now?

Isn't this enough?

It's been three months, in pure isolation

*howdy pal!*

[2]

I cannot handle this anymore, the loneliness tears me apart...

*boy golly that sounds rough!*

[3]

I'm all alone, walking down the street

Every single building i already know by name

*that doesn't sound very healthy for a mouse like you!*

[4]

Nothing better to do? Other than nagging?

please help me i'm breaking apart

I'm on the edge of the cliff, holding on by a thread at this point

*that's why i'm here! You shouldn't be alone!*

[5]

♪Down the river, in my unhappy boat, rowing down the stream forever, whistling my little tune♪

*ooh shit yeah no breaking character here- this a vibe hell yea*

(I'm stuck in my own boat)

[6]

Don't you have anything better to do other than bugging me?

I don't wanna be here anymore, why can't you just get me out?

*no i can't get you out, so you should be grateful i'm even here at all, sorry buddy!*

[7]

I'm all alone, walking down the street

Every single building i already know by name

*it's gonna be fine, you worry too much!*

[8]

Nothing better to do? Other than nagging?

please help me i'm breaking apart

I'm on the edge of the cliff, holding on by a thread at this point

*what if we play hide and seek? Let's have some fun, since you're so painfully lonely!*

[9]

*why can't you just smile a little instead of sulking like this?*

Why can't you just help me out instead of bothering me like this?

Just get me out of here, i don't know how much longer i can take it

Just get me out of here, i don't know how much i farther i can walk

*just smile for once, Mickey*

[10]

Don't you have anything better to do other than bugging me?

I don't wanna be here anymore, why can't you just get me out?

*i'm trying to help ya, mouse! You just need to let me help you!*

[11]

♪I'm all alone, eternally walking down the street♪

♪Forever passing by the same buildings every day♪

*this is getting annoying, Mickey*

[12]

Why are you even here

I feel like you're not what you say

There's nothing to worry about!

All you have to do is smile!

(Maybe you're why i'm so isolated)

[:)]

#spooker's banger lyrics #fnf #funkin.avi #suicide mouse #SoundCloud

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thewrathofjinx · 2 years

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Ok so ik I said I wasn't gonna post much smut, if any at all, buuuut it's Labor Day, sooo I decided to post this. I found it a few days ago. It's an old daydream of mine from a couple of years ago. I made a few changes, it was even shittier than it is now. Not that anyone will read it 😄

Kinda inspired by Bones by Imagine Dragons.

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, oral sex, gagging, orgasm, kissing, strong language

If there are any more, please tell me

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I sighed with relief when I finally face planted on my bed. I was exhausted. My stomach hurt, and my head was pounding. The club I worked at had been appallingly busy, and the sheer number of time my tits and ass had been grabbed today was astounding- and not in a good way.

Sighing, I rolled off my bed and stumbled into my small bathroom, desperate for a shower. I pulled off my white blouse and let it drop to the floor. I hated wearing white, but I had to. The club required it. A white top and a black bottom. Most waitresses wore skirts, but I almost always opted for jeans.

I pulled down the pair of black skinny jeans I was currently wearing, absentmindedly rubbing the red imprints the tight waistband had left on my flat stomach.

Before stepping into the shower, I grabbed my phone and set my favorite playlist to shuffle, then slid underneath the hot water. It felt heavenly, the heat washing away the sweat from the hot club and the feeling of strangers hands on me, my phone blasting out the lyrics to Bones by Imagine Dragons drowning out the lingering sound of the club and the many people there. I closed my eyes, relaxing under the stream of hot water.

Eventually, I washed up and got out. My shower had been so hot, steam was rising from my red skin. I watched it for a few moments, then dried off and pulled on one of my boyfriend's shirts. It was huge, falling almost to my knees, the sleeves so long they completely swallowed my hands. I loved it.

I settled down on my couch with a half full bottle of tequila, a bowl of ramen, and the TV remote. I planned on watching anime for the next several hours until my boyfriend, Kenny, got home, and then going to bed.

An hour or so later, the door opened, and Kenny came in, looking utterly exhausted. Draping his heavy coat over the back of the couch, he slumped down beside me.

"Well, don't you just look like a happy little ray of sunshine," I commented, taking in his gloomy expression. He sighed.

"Yeah yeah. You gonna finish that tequila?" He asked, pointing at the nearly empty bottle on the coffee table. I shook my head, and he grabbed it.

"So what's wrong?" I pressed, sitting up on the couch, tilting my head and peering into his dark eyes. Kenny just ran a hand through his unruly dark brown hair, brushing back his bangs.

"Just had a long day at work. It was really fucking boring, and I missed you."

I smiled. "Awwwwe you're adorable. I missed you too."

Kenny smiled, still looking tired.

"Still, you look like you could use a little cheering up," I commented, smirking slightly, and sliding onto his lap. Kenny raised an eyebrow at me, his thin lips twitching up into a smirk as I leaned my face close to his.

"I suppose that depends on how you plan to cheer me up."

I lean in even closer, so that I can feel Kenny's breaths on my lips. I give my hips a little rut against his.

"Oh well, if I told you, that would ruin the surprise."

"It's a surprise now, is it?"

"Yup. So you in, or not?"

Kenny made a show of considering, pursing his lips and scratching his head. "Well, I suppose I'm in," he announced dramatically. I grinned, then smashed my lips onto his. Kenny groaned, the noise rumbling deep in his chest. My hands snaked up, one resting on his chest, the other weaving into his hair, tugging on it. Kenny's hands found their way under my shirt, sliding their way up my bare sides. I worked my mouth against his, opening my lips licking along Kenny's bottom lip, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His tongue tangled with mine, then pushed into my mouth. I closed my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, sucking on his pink muscle.

He rutted his hips up into mine. I could feel his erection. Still kissing him, I moved my hips, rubbing against him, my arousal seeping through my underwear and staining his jeans.

I moaned into Kenny's mouth. He swallowed up the sound greedily, then pulled back for air. I panted against his wet lips, still rubbing my clothed pussy over his impossibly hard dick. Kenny kissed me again, then moved his mouth to my jaw, sucking and licking at it. I tilted my head to give him better access, little moans falling from my lips.

Kenny groaned against my neck, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements. I yelped when Kenny suck his sharp teeth into my neck, then lapped his tongue over the mark. His hands came up, gripping my breasts. I moaned as he squeezed them, then rolling my sensitive nipples between his thumb and index finger.

I moved my hips against his more erratically now, desperate for the coil tightening inside me to break. Kenny and I began to exchange open mouthed kisses, our teeth clacking together, our tongues intertwining.

Kenny reached down a large hand. The moment his long, slender fingers found my clit, I came, the release I craved washing over me. I threw my head back, uttering my loudest and most sinful moan yet. My fingers tightened around Kenny's strong shoulders, my legs shaking. Kenny continued rutting his hips up into me, helping me through my high, and quickly finding his own.

I dropped my head against Kenny's chest, breathing heavily. He stroked my hair, a wide grin spreading across his ungodly handsome face.

"Goddamn that was amazing. You do a wonderful job if cheering people up," he breathed into my hair. I looked up at him, strands of hair sticking to my sweaty forehead and cheeks.

"Oh I'm not done yet." I grinned, sliding off Kenny's lap and kneeling on the floor between his legs.

"Aw babe you don't have to-" his comment was cut off by a low groan as I pulled his pants off and wrapped my long fingers around his length. No matter how many times I saw it, Kenny's dick never failed to have me drooling at the sight of it.

I laid the pad of my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking up to the tip, cleaning off the mixture of cum and pre coating his length.

Kenny moaned again as I dipped my tongue into his slit before wrapping my plump lips around his tip. Slowly, I lowered my head down onto his girth, inch my inch until I felt him hit the back of my throat. Trying not to gag, I took short breaths through my nose, tears pebbling in the corners of my eyes. Kenny's hand weaved into my hair, resting on the back of my head. He looked down at me with lust blown eyes. Holding eye contact, I sank down even further, looking up through my lashes as he breached my throat. Spit began to dribble down my chin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on his dick, my face flush against his pelvis, my tongue swirling around his girth.

I bobbed mt head up and down, each time Kenny's cock reached down into my throat.

"Shit- I'm close babe-" he huffed, fingers tightening in my hair. I hummed around him. Kenny threw back his head, wet bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyes closed, totally blissed out as he shot hot ropes of cum down my throat. I made sure to swallow every last drop.

Kenny gently pulled me off him, panting heavily.

"Fuck love you're fucking amazing," he hummed. I smiled. Kenny hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my head back slightly.

"Thanks. I owe you one, okay?" He whispered against my lips. I giggled.

"You're welcome."

"Let's go to bed, okay?"

I nodded, then pulled him into me, kissing him again before pulling away and standing up. Kenny also stood, pulling up his pants, and we walked into our shared bedroom. Exhausted, we fell into bed. I curled up against Kenny's chest, and he laid his chin on the top of my head. Out bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, as if were made for each other. I breathed in deeply, relishing in the scent of my boyfriend.

"I love you," I heard Kenny mumble sleepily into my hair.

"I love you too," I replied, already mostly asleep, smiling.

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Quick thank you to @dabisqueen, they've been my inspiration and my reason for posting. Thank you so much MWAH

#shitty writing #writer #short story #hope this isn't cringe #shitty author #shitty writer #smut #randpm smut #imagine dragons #bones #imagine dragons bones #bones imagine dragons

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onyourstageleft · 1 year

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thoughts on sensory stuff this got long but also helped? idk I just hope the read more works

:readmore:

so like we've all heard about how the pandemic let a lot of people unmask and now they're struggling to go back to the Before Times of masking (when I say people I am people. grammar consistency be damned for this post)

I interrupt this program to bring you the news that I'm probably autistic. not seeking official diagnosis for Reasons but yeah

anyway I've been realizing this and just better understanding myself the last year or so

and now I'm working at a retail job at a small business where I am alone for like 5+ hours of my 8 hour shift. no coworkers, no manager (I am the manager) just me for most of my day

and I've been dealing with that by having twitch streams going in my office, video calling another store manager for like 2+ hours a day, that kind of thing. well today that system was broken bc I was training someone on her like 5th day (and last bc it didn't work out she just wasn't a good fit) but she was with me for 6 hours of the day. and I still did my video call with the other manager for my first 2 hours. and we had a busy day with customers where a lot of my regulars came in. and it's coming into the holiday season. and the owner stopped by for a few minutes. and another (different) store manager came by with a transfer of inventory for me. and I called my mom on the way home. and I talked to my husband at home before he went to the gym

and I am so overwhelmed with the socializing I've done today that I think laying facedown on the floor for an hour sounds like a good idea

BUT I work tomorrow and I have to clean and do laundry and dishes this evening. and my mom is flying in Thursday morning. and we're going to see my mother in law Thursday afternoon. and I work a 10 hour shift Friday. and I'm probably telling my mom about polyamory this weekend if she asks. and we're going to a theme park Sunday.

anyway the socializing and sensory meltdown is hitting HARD and I just needed to get all of these words out bc really how do I wind down? when do I decompress? I am busy and stressed and my husband helped trim my hair while he was home so I need to shower but I also need to put the laundry in the dryer but I also need to eat dinner but I would PREFER to stop experiencing thoughts and sensations today

also just realized that I did not even once hit my delta vape today (I work at a vape store I'm slightly high at work all the time) and I think that may also have contributed to this state bc I know I have a higher threshold for sensory stuff when I'm high but maybe starting to hit it now would be a bad idea?

AND I took my meds late and I didn't eat lunch and I have to go to the chiropractor tomorrow and pick up my new meds and wash the sheets in the guest room

anyway writing it all out helped so I think I'm gonna go grab a snack and take a shower but sensory things are still a lot and I've already had a good cry for no reason in the middle of writing this out but maybe I need another one in the shower, enhanced by sad music. idk man I tried to put on a twitch stream like normal but it was a too overwhelming so now I'm just silently laying on the bed typing

all this to say

I stopped masking full time this last year and now i apparently just get exhausted and overwhelmed when I have to do it for 8+ hours a day? that's a fun new revelation I'll have to figure out how to mitigate in the future

#long post #personal #rant #masking #neurodivergent

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ivyprism · 2 years

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Secrets (Secret Outcode Boys Backstory)

Warnings: Violence, tears, death, etc.

Rune was laying on his bed and closed his eyes. He was sighing and seriously upset. He yawned as he fell asleep.

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"Traitor!" A growl could be heard. It was loud, and Rune's eyes snap up towards the person. As these people tied him up, he could see blood and dust. He was unable to see his brothers. "You murdered-"

"I didn't!" Rune protested, but felt the ropes around his wrist tighten and yank him. He winced and growled a bit in pain, but he also felt no pain.

"You think you could kill the King and Queen and get away with it?!" The voice snarled as he is pulled.

"I didn't-!" Rune tried to protest.

"I thought you were our friend..." Another voice spoke up, voice wavering. Rune felt his SOUL crack a bit.

"Don't waste your breath." Another growl could be heard. Rune felt tears welling up in his eyes, likely mixing with the blood on his face and the ground.

"But- but I didn't..." Rune's voice trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks. He noticed his voice becoming weak.

What was the point? They never believed him in the first place… What did he expect? It's not like he asked for this. He didn't even ask for this job. He worked extremely hard. He tried to be a good friend, to be there for his friends, to have complete and utter faith in them… Only to have his faith betrayed and broken? He was accused of murdering his parents. Why would he do that? He was loved them. He could hear them calling him a traitor and cursing his name in whispers.

He hated it. He hated this. He hated his job. He hated THEM. He shakes his head as the hateful thoughts begin to bubble. He didn't want to be hateful- but... Why should he try to be nice? Why should he extend to them the kindness they never extended to him? He was known as the Cursed Prince. He never did anything to deserve that label. He was good, behaved, and loved his parents and siblings. Why should he prove to them that he wasn't going to destroy the kingdom?

"Pap-" Rune swears he could hear his brother, but eventually he saw only white and dark. He saw a skeleton holding a hand to him.

"Let me help you make them pay," the skeleton said. His hand remained motionless. "I'll help you get your revenge," the skeleton cooed softly. He paused for a moment.

Maybe he should spare them- but then more thoughts came to mind… He has no reason to. Why should he? Why would he do that? He was out for vengeance. He did not murder his parents; they did. They simply blamed him in order to make him a scapegoat. As his eyes changed colors and he took the skeleton's hand, tears streamed down his cheeks.

He recalls the following scene vividly. He killed anyone who harmed his family or himself, but he couldn't bring himself to kill his brothers. He could have taken the throne, but he chose to leave them and join the side of Dusk, the skeleton who assisted him in meeting his vengeance.

Rune resolved that after killing his friends, he would never trust or allow anyone to get too close to him again. He decided to close himself off completely. That was what he'd do. He then felt the land change rapidly between AUs and the anti-void. He closed his eyes, ready to wake up.

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"Rune?" Umbra hummed as the skeleton dragged himself out of bed. He shrugged and proceeded to walk past the other skeleton. "Same as usual, huh?" Umbra hums as Rune puts on his clothes.

"Any jobs today?" Rune inquired coldly, and Umbra shrugged.

"No, the truce has helped a lot; we should probably just train." Umbra hummed as he reached to touch the skeleton on the shoulder. "Wanna train together?" Umbra asked. Rune stared at the skeleton before shrugging off his hand.

"No..." Rune mumbles as he leaves the room. He ignores everyone who calls to him and goes to train. He was too busy training to be exhausted. He was very focused on training all day. He wondered what his brothers were doing, but he shakes his head. They tried to save him, but couldn't get to him.

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Rhydian holds his skull as he leaned against the mirror. He thought back to when Rune was taken. He tried his damnedest to free him, but failed and then his failure cost their kingdom, their home. His brother, Runar gently touches his shoulder, but he shrugs it off. His brother would've been a king if they protected Rune better. He hated how he failed and was afraid to make friends, but still desperately craved them while Rune forsook friendship and trust.

"Let's go, bro..." Rhydian moves past Runar and goes to train or something. Runar sighs and nods.

"Alright, Rhydian..." Runar quietly mumbles as he leaves with his brother.

Runar was struggling with his failure to protect his brothers. Rune had become so cold-hearted while Rhydian became distant and harsh. He tried to stop the people, but they didn't listen to him. He couldn't stop Rune when he destroyed the kingdom or the people. He couldn't stop Rune from forsaking friendship and trust. He was a failure as an older brother. He failed his parents and failed his brothers. He should've tried harder, he knows.

Rune keeps his secrets better than they could... Which makes him a secret holder so fitting for him. So fitting it hurt.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @danzaihanui @buff-borf-bork

#Secret Papyrus #Secret Outcode Papyrus #Villain Papyrus #Outcode Papyrus #Secret Gaster #Secret Outcode Gaster #Secret Sans #Secret Outcode Sans #backstory #// violence #// death #// tears #// angst

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novasdarling · 3 years

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"You're beautiful when you cry" yandere chrollo nsfw?

Oh sounds so good.

You're Beautiful When You Cry

TW: Manipulation, Threat of Death of Loved Ones, Mentions of Murder, Some smut in the end, Female reader in mind when writing.

Chrollo wasn’t a traditional romantic. Yes, he had gotten good at faking it, using what he learned through books or watching people. Using as many tactics as he could to lure you in. And it had worked. Eventually, you had fallen head over heels for him. Loving his sweet words, his gifts, his romantic dates. You had fallen for the man he created. Chrollo knew what you wanted and gave it all to you.

Faking it could only go so far though. The real him would have to come out. It was only bound to happen. Of course, Chrollo was smart. He knew how to work with people, how to appease them. You were no different, after all this whole little show was for you. Bit by bit he let the real him be revealed. The dates became more about staying home or off to browse a book shop. Gifts still came, though they were commonly from his missions. Not that he ever disclosed where they were from. He waited for your reaction every time he let himself slip. Waiting to see how you’d respond, to see how much he could get away with. And oh, how you allowed so much. You allowed the dates to slow down, allowed him to leave on “business” without much of a description. You were so easy. Buying whatever excuse he gave to you that day. That was probably what drove him crazy with you. Chrollo could easily mould you into whatever he wanted, and it would be so simple when you were already so close to how he wanted. There were already so many things he loved about you. As a whole, Chrollo loved you so dearly and once he decided he wasn't going to let his new treasure go. That was what seeled your doom, your future with him.

Unfortunately, his mask must have slipped too much. He must have forgotten to cover his tracks because here you were. Crying in your shared room as you hastily pack your things in a bag. You must have not noticed him coming in. Too busy grabbing your clothes from the closet and shoving them in the bag.

“My love, what’s all this?”

Chrollo stepped out from lurking in the shadows. You turned to him, it was obvious you were surprised to see him. You were a sight to behold, you looked exhausted with puffy eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. You were frozen in your spot. You hadn't expected him so soon.

“I’m leaving.”

It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. Your eyes refused to even look at him. Instead, seemingly to choose to stare at the clothes in your hand. He looked at the bag, you had almost all your clothes packed or on the bed.

Chrollo walked towards you, noticing how your body tensed the closer he got. Only to flinch when he rested his hands on your shoulders moving your body face him better. You still wouldnt wlook directly into his eyes.

“I see. I don’t seem to remember any vacation we had planned.”

He was toying with you, wanting a reaction. To see how you'll explain yourself. Give him some excuse of why the sudden rush. Even though he didnt know for certain why you were packing like this, he could guess. Assuming you found out something about him you didn't like. Hopefully it wasn't anything too big, something he could easily excuse and brush off.

“Chrollo”

Your voice was still weak, but at least you looked up at him with those tear-filled eyes. So sad yet so beautiful. It was wrong sure, to find your crying to be so pretty and captivating. But then again, Chrollo was rarely ever morally right. If he could indulge in the death of others, why couldn't he do so with your tears.

"I need to, to go visit my mom. She's, uh, not doing too well."

That was a lie, you were never very good at it. Always stuttering and fidgeting just like now. You were a mess.

"Is that so?" Chrollo pressed himself against you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Now, why don't you tell me the truth."

“I-I found your papers.”

He knew what you meant. Faux confidence was lingering in your words. As if you hoped that if you put on a brave front that Chrollo would let you leave easier. He knew he should, but how could he? How could he leave you, after all, you been through. He fell in love with you. It was true and genuine. Feelings he had never felt before. And you simply wanted to leave because he wasn’t as clean as he made himself out to be. There was no way he was ever going to let you leave him.

“That’s a shame." His hands were placed on the sid of your face, moving you to look at him. "I really didn’t want you to find out my love.”

He meant it, he wanted you to live in ignorant bliss about what he did. About what he really was. Regardless, that wasn’t plausible anymore so he would have to resort to his other methods. Luckily he knew everything about you know. You two had been together for months. Already living together and talking about your shared future. Chrollo learned all he could about you, how you handled things, how to break you down. He knew that you were relatively weak. Something he typically hated, but with you. His sweet little thing, it was the best thing he could have ever asked for. If he did everything right, it wouldn’t be hard to manipulate you back into his arms willingly.

Chrollo grip on your face tightens a bit. Leaning down he places a tender kiss to your forehead. You dont flinch or move away. A good sign, a show he still has you. Letting your face go, he pushing you against his chest. Wrapping his arms around you. Letting his chin rest on top of your head.

“This was bound to happen.” He only squeezed harder when you resisted, trying to push off. “I tried to keep you out of it. Didn’t want someone like you to see all that.” Letting one of his hands free from caging you in. He used said hand to lift your chin, making you look into his eyes. “Someone as sweet as you has no right getting involved with all of that. It must have been so hard for you.” His voice was condescending, acting as if you were a child who saw death for the first time. “I was just trying to protect you from all of that. From the bad of the world.”

Before he could continue his rant, you had cut him off.

“You are the bad of the world.”

Your words shocked him, but then again he should have expected it. You were right. He was the bad in the world. Perhaps the worst. After all, you had just found out the guy you were dating and lived with was a murderer.

“Am I? Maybe. But then again, if I really was. Would making the bad of the world angry a good idea?” He saw how your mind began to wander. Confused on what he meant at first, but then understanding his threat. “Now I know I’m not the most sinister thing out there, trust me there’s worse."

Chrollo let his arms wonder your body a bit, letting them dip low enough to get under your shirt. Stroking the skin,his thumbs moving in small circles. He knew this always relaxed you. "All I want is to help you. Make sure you're safe.”

It wasn't a lie, you were both safer and in more danger with him, but he could protect you. He would make sure you were safe at the end of the day.

“Plush where would you go?" You went to open your mouth to speak, Chrollo cut you off. "What? To Jessica's, Sonia's, or perhaps Eric's?" He was showing you he would know where you would go. That you couldnt chide from him. "If I'm really so bad my dear, how could they keep you so safe?" Chrollo could tell you knew he was right. "No worry though cause as long as I’m with you everyone you love is safe.”

It was a threat. You leave and everyone you love will die. Leaning into his chest you began to sob even harder. “Shh it's okay sweetie. How about we just pretend this never happened? That you saw nothing, huh?”

You gave a response that sounded like you agreed. You were his and he’d burn down this lonely excuse of a town if it meant keeping you by his side. Now that you knew about his work, maybe you could join him on his longer trips. That would be nice.

“I love you, you know that right?” You looked up at him and nodded. "Good" Chrollo placed a kiss on your cheek. “You’re beautiful when you cry.”

He wasn't lying, to him you never looked better than now. Maybe it was the fact you were being so vulnerable with him when you cried. The way you looked up at him, looking for comfort but also scared of him. It was precious, everything he needed at this moment. Then there was how good you look there in his arms with tears running down your face. Such a sweet and easy prize for the taking. A prize he earned.

He felt bad for having all this new information sprung on you, it would only be fair if he made it up to you. His kisses were tender against your cheek, slowly trailing down your neck.

“C-Chrollo not-”

“I’m trying to help, so let me.”

With that, your words died in your throat. Allowing him to continue the onslaught of his lips on your skin. They were desperate like he was trying so badly to prove to you he was good. That you made the right decision. Things can go back. And he did mean all of it. He wanted it all. To have you running into his arms every time he walked through the door. That’s all he could think of as he began to move you onto the bed. Laying you down as both of your clothes began to be shed. Every kiss was more desperate than the last.

Chrollo knew how you like things, he had always managed to make you beg him for more. This time would be no different. Oh, how those sweet words left your mouth when he began to go down on you. Kissing your inner thigh between devouring your cunt. You were so sweet, a taste he couldn’t ever get sick of. As much as sometimes it pained him to admit it, he loved you and had no plans to ever let you get away.

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

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Genre: Smut Pairing: insecure!Hongjoong x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Summary: You reassure Hongjoong that he is, in fact, quite a beautiful man... With your mouth.

I did not proofread this and I am barely awake. Enjoy anyway! It was as normal of a day as any, the sun was shining and it was warm outside; not too hot, not too cold. The two of you were resting in Hongjoong's apartment, taking a day off from doing something socially exhausting, choosing to stay inside instead. Both of you were on the couch, you were sitting up and browsing social media as Hongjoong's head rested on your thighs, immersed in whatever game he was playing on his phone. You had been dating for about a month now, nothing too crazy or serious, but you obviously cared for each other and enjoyed spending time together. There was something you considered to be slightly strange, however, Hongjoong had gotten you off multiple times using his tongue, fingers, and even his thigh but you hadn't ever gotten him off or even seen him naked. You chalked it up to him being nervous, as he was a virgin and you were not but you hadn't really breached the conversation thus far. You were willing to be as patient as he needed you to be, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't even slightly curious about his reasoning.

"Hey, babe?" You questioned, putting your phone down and looking at him.

"Yeah?" Hongjoong looked up at you with his big eyes, smiling his big smile.

"I have a question, and I don't want you to like, take it in a bad way or pressuring or anything, okay?"

Hongjoong immediately sat up, a worried look suddenly making itself very apparent on his face. Before he could even start, you opened your mouth to speak again.

"It's nothing serious, really." You giggled, "Please don't look so worried! It's nothing bad!"

Hongjoong smiled again, sighing in relief, "Okay, what is it? I'm all ears."

"Is... Is there any reason in particular that we haven't... Like, ever gotten you off? Like, the focus is always on me..." You stuttered out, feeling slightly awkward about bringing it up seemingly out of nowhere.

Hongjoong looked at you with a serious face, before scrunching it up as he looked down, fiddling with his fingers as he thought of what to say.

"I mean, it will probably sound stupid to you, so I haven't talked with you about it." Hongjoong started, "You already know that I haven't ever been with anyone before, and I'm... Insecure about... things... I guess?"

"Can I ask you what things you're insecure about? I highly doubt I'll find them stupid." You questioned.

"I mean.... My performance? My weird faces I'll make? If I'll be too noisy? And... I'm not exactly... Big down there?" Hongjoong's voice just got quieter and quieter as he talked, "It's just, kind of scary to think about it not being good for you. So I just haven't done anything yet."

You looked at Hongjoong, who was too busy biting his lip and staring down at his own fidgeting hands to notice your staring.

"Oh, honey." You started, "Do you really think that I would care about any of that? I like you for you, and that includes all of you. Every part of you is special to me. I don't ever expect you to be perfect, no one is. I'm certainly not perfect."

Hongjoong looked up at you, staring into your eyes for a moment before speaking.

"... Really? You don't care about any of those things?"

You moved your hand to grab onto Hongjoongs, giving it a squeeze before speaking.

"I just want you to be comfortable with me, and happy... Also, you're really, really hot and I'm immensely attracted to you, if that helps you feel any better."

Hongjoong laughed, "Yes, yes that does help me feel better. But it's also scary! What if I'm not sexy at all during the times I need to be the most sexy to you?"

You raised your eyebrow, giving Hongjoong a teasing look, "You're... Literally so hot. I mean it. There is no way for you to not be hot when I'm working on making you cum."

Hongjoong blushed, feeling your words go from his ears straight to his dick.

You moved towards him, getting onto your hands and knees and crawling closer to him, "Can I try, please?"

Hongjoong slowly nodded, speaking with a tiny whisper, "I mean... Yeah... It's not like I haven't been wanting to, I've just been really nervous of what you would think..."

You finally brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly as you pushed him down onto his back.

"Are you really sure?" You asked, "I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

Hongjoong looked at you, gulping before beginning to speak, "Of course I want to do this, I've just been nervous and we hadn't talked about it or anything.... But I feel better after talking about it with you."

You nodded your head before bringing your head down to kiss him again, dragging your lips against his as your hands roamed his clothed torso. You could feel his heart racing, and his breaths were already getting shallow just from the kissing. He brought his hands to try to roam your chest, but you stopped him, pulling away to whisper in his ear.

"Hongjoong, this is going to be about you right now. I'm going to be focused purely on you. You deserve this, and I'm dying to see you."

Hongjoong let out a tiny groan, nodding as you brought your lips back to his to continue kissing him. You pressed your tongue against his lips, deepening the kiss to turn it into a full blown makeout session as you fully straddled him. You brought your hands to the waistband of his shirt, sliding under it to caress his abdomen. Hongjoong shuddered beneath you, letting out a tiny whimper into your mouth. All you could think was, "Fuck, and he didn't think he'd be hot?" as you felt his abdomen twitch beneath your fingers.

"Can I take this off?" You whispered against his lips, pulling at the waistband of the shirt.

Hongjoong let out a soft groan and nodded, sitting up slightly to assist you in removing it.

You looked down to see his bare chest, his nipples were erect and he was breathing heavily. Bringing your lips to his neck, you began to leave open mouthed kisses along his collarbone, nipping at his soft flesh as you moved lower to take a nipple into your mouth. Hongjoong brought his hand to cover his mouth, feeling embarrassed about letting out any sounds. You licked at his nipple, bringing a hand to fiddle with the other one as well and Hongjoong just arched against you, letting out small whimpers against his own hand. You could feel his cock twitching against your ass, knowing that he had to have wanted this for a while. You ground your ass against his cock and looked at him, only seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head as he moaned into his hand, body arching again and again off of the couch with every clothed grind into his cock. You moved your body lower, kissing along his abs as your hands began to fiddle with his belt.

"Please move your hand?" You asked him, reaching up to gently move it yourself, "I want to hear and see you, you're absolutely beautiful like this."

Hongjoong looked away, feeling unable to meet your eyes, "I'm just... Embarrassed... But it feels really good..."

Hongjoong was blushing, his entire face and torso was flushed and a slight sheen of sweat was starting to form.

You focused your attention back onto his pants, making quick work to undo his belt as you tried to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

"Can I take these all the way off?" You asked, standing and stepping to the side of the couch to make them easier to remove.

"Y-Yeah..." Hongjoong sighed out, feeling like continuing to talk was going to be difficult for him.

You brought your hand to his boxers, slowly dragging them down his thighs as well. You finally saw his cock and immediately thought to yourself that he didn't exactly have any reason to be ashamed of it. It was maybe a bit below average length, a little on the thinner side but nothing to complain about. Hongjoong wasn't exactly a big guy in general, and his cock was proportional to his body size. All you could think about was how delicious he looked and how badly you wanted to please him in every way.

He was fully naked and you took in his entire body, he looked at you for a moment before covering his entire face with his arms, "Please... Don't just stare at me!" He shyly stuttered out from behind his arms.

"Hongjoong..." You began, climbing onto the couch again to rest between his thighs, grabbing onto his arms to try to move them to look into his eyes, "You are the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen, and your body is so goddamn beautiful, just like every other aspect of you."

You continued to look at him as he swallowed, not being able to find any words to respond to you. You brought a hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it to slowly pump it and Hongjoong looked right into your eyes, letting out a soft moan as you stroked him.

"O-Oh my God." He groaned, "It feels so good."

You sat back onto your legs, settling into a position to let you see all of Hongjoong as you continued to stroke him. He was breathtaking; his entire body was flushed, he couldn't stop arching into your touch and at this moment you were nothing but thankful that he was so sensitive.

You brought your mouth down to kiss along his thighs as you continued to slowly stroke him, letting your tongue dart out to lick against the soft skin. Hongjoong whimpered, his legs began to twitch against your tongue with every kiss planted along them.

"P-Please...." He whimpered, "I need more, please. I can't-"

You looked up at him, his head was thrown back against a pillow, eyes closed and his mouth was wide open letting out continuous streams of heavy sighs and soft whimpers, his hands were gripping against the material of the couch and he looked desperate for release.

His begging is enough to get anyone going, you thought as you brought your mouth to the head of his cock, making quick work to lap up the beads of precum that had come to rest there before taking it completely into your mouth. Hongjoong let out a long moan as you took all of him into your mouth, arching into your touch as you held him at the back of your throat.

"F-fuck," Hongjoong stuttered out, "I can't believe how good this feels."

You continued to lick and suck on his cock, bringing one hand to lightly fondle his balls as the other hand rubbed tiny circles onto his inner thigh.

"I- There's no way," He spoke again, breathy and full of whimpers, "I'm going to cum."

You felt his balls tense up in your hand, and his shaft began to twitch and you knew he was definitely going to cum soon. You took him all the way into your mouth, letting his cock rest against the back of your throat. Hongjoong's hand found yours that was on his thigh, squeezing it as you felt him twitch against your throat.

It wasn't long before you felt him release, cum filling up your mouth and throat as he let out a long, breathy moan, crying out your name as he squeezed your hand as tightly as he could. He continued riding out his high as you moved your mouth against him, milking him for all that he has to give.

You sat up as he came down from his euphoric high, bringing your lips to his to kiss him again.

"Did that feel okay? Do you feel any better?"

Hongjoong looked up at you, breathing heavily and feeling slightly incoherent from what had just taken place, "Yes. I feel better."

"So, does that mean I can do this again?" You asked.

"Yes, you can definitely do this again." Hongjoong smiled, "In fact, I would be incredibly sad if you chose not to do this again."

You grabbed Hongjoongs clothes and stood up, "So, since I've seen you naked now... Does that mean we can start showering together?" You smirked.

Hongjoong sat up on the couch, "I think that sounds like a really good idea, actually." He giggled out, "And I'm thinking we could have some fun in there too? I think I owe you now."

You reached out your hand to grab onto his, pulling him up and into your arms for a hug, "I love it when you read my mind like that." You whispered against his lips, dragging him along to the bathroom for the inevitable round two.

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Tomioka Giyuu x reader - Unloved

Tomioka Giyuu x reader

Summary : You feel unloved

author notes : Thank you very much for your interest in my work. It’s my first time writting one-shots therefore I am reaaallyyy exciiited ! English is not my first language, there must be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can improve and correct them.

I really enjoyed writing this one-shots, I hope you enjoy reading it as much!

Enjoy and give me your opinion if you feel like it ( having a feedback will seriously melt my heart ) ♥

You've been by Giyuu’s side for several months now, however it was hard to read him. You loved him, no doubt about it. Everybody knows how much you cared for him, you showed it every day whether it is by defending him against the other pillars, by surprising him with his favorite meal or by telling him what an incredible person he was. You were totally devoted to him, a little too much for your friend : Shinobu Kocho.

_ (Y/N), I am being honest with you, you deserve someone better. You're wasting your time.

You were both strolling around the HQ gardens, enjoying the sun. Shinobu had just returned from a mission and you were impatiently awaiting your lover's return.

_ How can someone be better than Giyuu ? He is handsome, strong, generous. He is one of the braviest man I know and...

_ Tomioka-san is a good Demon Slayer okay, it’s his only quality. And when it comes to you, he doesn’t treat you like he should. I don’t want him to broke your heart.

You stayed silent. You knew what Shinobu thought of Giyuu, although in your presence she avoided speaking ill of him. However she never hypothesized that one day he could hurt you. Seeing that you didn't know where she was going, she sighed :

_ It’s painfull to watch you showering him with affection and him being so... cold, so annoyed. You loved him too much... more than he loves you...

You knew she was only expressing her opinion, that she was just protective and that she didn't want to hurt your feelings but you started to feel insecure about your relationship. You didn’t answer, too busy thinking about Giyuu. Were you annoying him ? He had never said it out loud but you were sure that he loved you... until now.

• • • • •

When Giyuu came back you weren't there to greet him with a hug like you always did. A little worried, he rushed to your shared house. He had miss you so much that he just want to feel you against him, to see you smile and hear you laugh. Where could you be ? Venturing around the place he spotted simmered salmon with daikon on the kitchen's table. It was cold but he didn’t care, your little attention make is heart melt. When he finally found you sleeping pacefull he admire you, thinking that he was such a lucky men and that you should really be exhausted to fall asleep before seeing him. He joined you carefully. It was hard for him to find sleep when you haven’t hugged him. He pressed his chest against you warm body, it was so good to feel you again but he thought that your cuddle were much better.

The next morning you became distant. Giyuu was confused but assumed that you needed space. You were torturing your mind

He desn’t love me

Why would’nt he said it if he was in love with me ?

I am a bother, an annoying girl

He deserves so much better

He isn’t happy with me

You considered breaking-up with him and then you realised that even if you were leaving together for some weeks now you never started dating. He never asked you out, he never said that he loved you. The only times you kissed it was you who iniciated it, same for the cuddles or other acts of affection. What if he just tolerated your presence, too nice, confused or lazy to push you away ?

During this time, poor baby was touch-starved. You acted like if you were just roomates, avoiding him most of the days. His face was impasive but he knew that something was wrong without putting a finger on it. Soon he will be leaving again for another mission and he didn’t want to pass his precious time with you in this conditions. He coud’nt handle it anymore, he needed to confront you.

_ (Y/N) ?

His voice was sweet but firm. You let go of what you were doing, giving him all your attention. Your beautiful eyes disarms him. Your gaze was so pure, full of adoration but this time there was a hint of sadness. Giyuu was not good with words, it took a little while for him to continue :

_ What’s wrong ?

you considered for a moment pretending everything was fine but you will never lie to him, not looking him straight in the eyes. Maybe it was the moment to solves problems

or maybe it was the moment he broke your heart

_ Am I... Am I annoying you ?

You had spoke so low that if Giyuu wasn't so attentive he wouldn't have heard you. You held your head down, you had rarely been so anxious. Exposing your feelings made you inconfortable for the first time. Giyuu was one of the person you trusted the most, you knew that he wouldn’t make fun of you but you were ashamed to expose your insecurities in front of him.

_ Annoying me ?

He was clearly lost, in other situations you would have laughed at his confused look but it just made you unconfortable. He was so expressionless. It had never bothered you before because you knew what was on his heart. You understood him without words. But now you were wondering if you hadn't been an arrogant little idiot to think that you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

Faced with his silence, you couldn't help but throw out all the questions that were running through your head.

_ I mean... When I touch you, when I'm always around you saying stupid things ... You must be so tired of putting up with me under your roof ... You don't push me away but you don't say anything to me either. You...

Your voice broke but you continued tears streaming down your face, unable to control yourself.

_ You... You don't love me, you don't tell it, you don't show it to me and yet ... I don’t why but I have believed that you do ... I tried to be the one who could give you back happy and I... failed ...

Giyuu was shocked. Watching you cry was unbearable to him. He would have liked to be like you, you who always knew how to comfort him. Slowly, he approached you and brushed your hand with his. Gently, he intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand lightly in his as you had so often done for him. You stared at him for a moment, trying to read his gaze.

He looked back at you and suddenly he pulled you towards him, pressing your head against his chest with a firm hand. It was the first time he initiated such an act of affection.

_ You’re too good for this world... You’re too good for me...

He hugged you even tighter, he wanted to make you feel all his love with its tight embrace. The beating of his heart had calmed you down. You breathed calmly, feeling at peace in his arms. All those thoughts that had tortured your mind in the last few days slowly flew away by giyuu's gentles gestures and words.

_ You don't know how happy you make me (Y/N)...

He paused

_ I am in love with you.

He never told you. For him it was obvious. How could he have made you feel so unloved? You were his little angel and he blamed himself for not taking care of you like you took care of him. His cheeks were bright red from his declarations, he had never exposed his feelings like that before.

He was a little bit embarassed about expressing his love, mostly because he didn't know how to, but in the end it wasn't as difficult as he thought. He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled away from you. You smiled, your face lit with such intense joy that you thought your heart would explode with happiness. Giyuu wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings but he swears he would do it more just to see you this happy.

You had never felt so loved and never again doubted your lover's feelings.

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