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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Twelve

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twelve: During the Ritual

Summary: (Y/N) has to handle losing Marc and Steven, but their troubles aren't over. Harrow wants to release Ammit.

            (Y/N) sobbed as Harrow’s guards pulled Marc’s body from the water, checking to make he was dead. They knew he was. He was gone. That was the truth.

            Harrow knelt next to the body and glanced at his men. They shook their heads. The ushabti wasn’t on him. Wordlessly, Harrow turned back to the bag abandoned behind Marc. (Y/N) was too exhausted to even be disappointed as he pulled the ushabti out of the backpack.

            “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Marc Spector…Steven Grant…whoever else might be in there.” Harrow had the audacity to place the scarab on Marc’s chest as a gift. He rose. “Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.”

            Harrow turned away and raised the ushabti above his head. His men gazed reverently at it. They knelt and bowed, in awe of the mere presence of the statue holding Ammit.

            Harrow smiled. “Who wants to heal the world?”

            In his other hand, he lifted his cane. Sensing the proximity of Ammit, it glowed purple. One of the heads opened its maw and flipped over. Now it was a staff, not a cane, taller than Harrow, with a single menacing crocodile head. The power of Ammit was growing.

            Harrow walked towards the passage out, and his men followed. Helplessly, (Y/N) was dragged away after him.

            Numb, (Y/N) just let themself be pulled through the tunnels and be thrown into a jeep. They lay lifelessly as Harrow and his men drove towards Cairo and the pyramids and all the lives to be judged.

            (Y/N) stared out the window blankly. They knew it stopped periodically, and screams echoed into their mind. Squeezing their eyes shut, they tried to block out the world. They couldn’t fight. (Y/N) had no strength of their own. They were useless, hopeless, purposeless.

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            Marc and Steven stumbled out of their memories and back onto Taweret’s ship.

            “Taweret, what’s going on?” asked Steven.

            “Fear is spreading in the upper world,” said Taweret. Streaks of purple light fell through the air, landing in the sand around the ship. “Unbalanced souls are being judged and condemned to the sands before their time. Oh, this is bad. This is evil.”

            “This is Harrow,” said Steven, eyes widening. “Oh, god, he’s using Ammit to condemn souls.”

            “(Y/N). Layla.” Marc’s jaw clenched. “They’re in danger.”

            “You see why we have to go back?” said Steven, looking desperately at Taweret.

            “Even if I could send you back up there, you’d just be returning to a body with a bullet in it,” said Taweret ruefully. “You wouldn’t be able to heal.”

            Steven swallowed and looked down. “Harrow’s going to make (Y/N) read the rites to free gods from ushabti to free Ammit. Could it do the same for Khonshu or Ma’at’s ushabtis?”

            Taweret paused. “Well, yes, if the magic was in the same area. But are you sure you want to be with Khonshu again? Seems like you really want to get away from him.”

            Steven looked back at Marc.

            “I did,” admitted Marc. “But this is our only shot to stop Ammit. To save Layla. To protect (Y/N). It’s the way it’s gotta be.”

            Taweret smiled. “You both seem to care about them. Layla and (Y/N).”

            Steven and Marc exchanged a look.

            “Layla’s my wife,” said Marc.

            “Layla’s special,” said Steven. “And (Y/N)…”

            “They deserve so much more than what they had,” said Marc. “I don’t—We don’t want them to suffer any more.”

            “We want to give them the care they deserve,” said Steven, smiling.

            It was true. Throughout their time together, Steven and Marc had both come to care for (Y/N). In different ways they were alike.

            Steven and (Y/N) were both awkward with others, underestimated and made to feel small. Steven wanted to make sure they saw they were worth more. He wanted them to feel like they were more.

            Marc saw a reflection of his younger self in (Y/N)’s desperation for direction. He had been hurt growing up, lost himself, and gone down a dark path. He didn’t want that to happen to (Y/N).

            Steven and Marc saw their own pain in (Y/N), in the teenager fighting to survive, so alone. They refused to let history repeat itself. They would make sure (Y/N) was protected and supported. They wouldn’t leave them to feel alone and lost.

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            Layla sat in the back of the jeep with Harrow’s men. Keeping her face covered, she looked around herself warily. She’d gotten a message from Taweret that Marc could try (somehow) to return to life, but she wasn’t sure what to believe when it came to the gods. It seemed so far-fetched.

            But what Taweret had said about breaking Khonshu and/or Ma’at’s ushabtis if the ritual rites were read seemed true. Then Marc could fight with his suit, and he had a chance against Harrow like that. (Y/N) had a chance of being safe with their suit, too, and that’s what counted to Layla.

            She squared her shoulders. She’d do what was necessary to defeat Harrow and Ammit. Her eyes flicked to the jeep (Y/N) was in. She also needed to save them. She couldn’t leave them with Harrow.

            Don’t worry, (Y/N). We’re coming.

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            Dragging (Y/N) up the stones that made up the great pyramids, Harrow’s disciples dutifully followed him and Ammit’s growing power. They stopped only when he did, and they bowed as he raised Ammit’s staff. Slamming it on the ground, the pyramid opened up to the goddess’s power to allow her and her people entry. The pathway to the other gods and their Avatars was clear.

            (Y/N) was pulled inside no matter how much they tried to pull against the guards. Seeing the familiar face of Yatzil and the other Avatars, they tried to fight again, but their strength was too little.

            “Come. You won’t believe what the gods have hidden from mankind,” said Harrow to his followers.

            “Run!” shouted (Y/N) to the other Avatars.

            Their eyes went to the teenager, and the shock was clear. Everything they and Marc and Khonshu and Ma’at had said was true. Harrow was there to release Ammit. And these gods and Avatars had done nothing to prevent it.

            Harrow lifted a hand, and the guard holding (Y/N) clamped a hand over their mouth to stifle their shouts. He looked evenly at the Avatars. “You’re judges, not warriors. This doesn’t need to happen.”

            Selim summoned Osiris’s power, and the other Avatars collected their power to assist him. Harrow held up Ammit’s staff. Purple light exploded towards the Avatars. Letting out a pained cry, (Y/N) watched as they fell to the attack.

            Behind Harrow’s men, Layla slipped away from the group. She had to find Khonshu’s ushabti for when the ritual rites were read. She paused as she found it. In the space beside it stood Ma’at’s ushabti. Layla was torn. Yes, breaking it would free Ma’at, who had fought to keep Ammit from returning, and (Y/N) would be given a suit by Ma’at that would protect them. But it could also tie (Y/N) to a god again, a clearly painful experience that had interrupted their life. Layla touched the ushabti. She needed to make the right choice, but for who? The world or (Y/N)?

            “This was all so avoidable,” sighed Harrow as he looked at the bodies of the fallen Avatars. Then, he turned away and faced (Y/N). “It is time.”

            (Y/N) shook their head furiously, but they were roughly pushed forward to their knees. Fitzgerald handed Harrow Ammit’s ushabti, and he held it in front of himself, over (Y/N)’s head.

            “Read the rites,” said Harrow.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.” They wished they could say “can’t.” But they remembered the ritual. They knew it. The words were swirling in their mind, ready to be spoken, but (Y/N) didn’t want to let that magic into the air for Harrow to use.

            “You’ll be safe after,” said Harrow, as terribly benevolent as ever. “Your life will be full of peace.”

            “You’re going to hurt people,” said (Y/N), eyes blazing as they looked at him. “You’re going to hurt more people.”

            Harrow sighed and shook his head in disappointment. “I really hate to do it this way. Truly, I do.” He raised the staff, and it glowed purple.

            The scales tattoo on (Y/N)’s arm burned. They screamed, grabbing it tightly. Flames seemed to light inside their skin, punishing them for going against Harrow and Ammit’s wishes.

            “I don’t want to continue this,” said Harrow sorrowfully, watching (Y/N) curl in on themself and cry out. “Just read the rites.”

            (Y/N) sobbed and tried to squeeze their eyes shut and block out the pain. Behind the columns, Layla watched in horror with her hand over her mouth. Harrow truly was a monster.

            “Read the rites, child,” said Harrow.

            What else could (Y/N) do? As fire burned them from within, the words fell from them unbidden. The Coptic chant mixed with the natural magic of the temple of the gods, and the buzz of energy filled the air, making every mortal’s hair stand on end. (Y/N) sobbed, cried out, and the final words fell from their mind.

            The burning pain left them, and (Y/N) caught themself on their hands. Pushing themself up, they tried to stand and do something, but it was too late.

            Raising the ushabti above his head, Harrow smashed it into the ground. With a rumble equal to that of a thousand thunderstorms, billowing smoke flashing with purple magic exploded from the ushabti, rising to the ceiling of the chamber.

            Harrow watched in awe, and his followers in not a little fear, as Ammit returned to the world. She stood tall and intimidating, towering over the mortals below. Her crocodile scales shone in the pale torchlight, glinting off the golden jewelry across her neck and in the beads of her black hair. Her long snout and maw instantly pulled back in a satisfied sneer, and her tail lashed in the open air.

            Harrow and his disciples fell to their knees, reverent of their goddess. (Y/N) alone remained standing, staring up at Ammit with wide eyes.

            Ammit gazed down at the gathered group, and her golden eyes landed on (Y/N). “To whom do I owe my gratitude? You, young one?”

            (Y/N) blinked and stepped back, pulling the sleeves of their hoodie. Panic gripped them, and words refused to form in their throat.

            “Yes, the language of magic rests heavy around you,” said Ammit, nodding approvingly. She continued her appraising look, and (Y/N) wanted to disappear. “As does truth. It is carved into your very heart. I look for such souls to guide, for who else can speak for my ways but those with truth?”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Did Ammit want them as an Avatar because the truth was strong around them? Is that why Ma’at had chosen them? “I—” (Y/N)’s voice failed them, still constricted.

            “My goddess,” said Harrow, raising his head. “The child was Ma’at’s Avatar. They fought against freeing you. They are not a suitable choice for you, despite their heart. I brought them merely to read the ritual rites.”

            Ammit tsked. “Ah, Ma’at. We worked together once. A pity she could not see we both wish for the same thing—justice. Truth.” Her eyes landed on Harrow. “But if you brought the child here, then you are to whom I owe gratitude.”

            Harrow shook his head. “I am but a humble disciple to whom you owe nothing.”

            “Your scales lack balance,” noted Ammit appraisingly.

            “I understand,” said Harrow, bowing his head. “I had hoped my penance might correct my imbalance, but I see now that’s impossible. I accept the scales regardless of the outcome.”

            (Y/N) felt a fury build inside them. Harrow had given himself a second chance but refused it to anyone else. Once again, his teachings and Ammit’s work were nothing more than inconsistent fallacies that hurt so much more than they could ever possibly help.

            “They lack balance because of what lies ahead of you,” said Ammit.

            “Then we must spare the world the pain I will cause,” said Harrow. “I willingly submit.”

            Harrow disgusted (Y/N). Only now that Ammit spoke was he willing to say he had done wrong? That he had hurt people?

            “What lies ahead of you is your service to me,” said Ammit.

            “How may I serve you in death?” said Harrow.

            “Your death is delayed,” said Ammit. “I once relayed on a servant whose scales balanced perfectly. In exchange, I was bound to stone for two thousand years.” She cast a look to (Y/N), who had backed up to the stone wall in an attempt to disappear. “Perhaps the same would happen if I chose another balanced heart, even if the truth is so natural to them.”

            “But I have disciples all over the world whose scales balance perfectly, awaiting your command,” said Harrow, still the ever-reverent, humble man. “They are worthy, my goddess.”

            “But you worked to set me free. That is the loyalty I need of an Avatar,” said Ammit. “You are the Avatar that I need. Serve me, and you will find peace.” She put her hand on Harrow’s head. “Do not let the past control you.”

            But you will judge others on their past, thought (Y/N).

            “As you wish.” Harrow’s eyes glowed purple as he accepted the Avatarhood.

            In the smaller corridors, Layla took a deep breath and stomped on Khonshu’s ushabti. In a swirl of sand and white smoke, Khonshu appeared, and Layla gasped. She had never actually seen one of the gods.

            “I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” said Khonshu, looking about. “He died fighting, no doubt.”

            “Fighting your war,” said Layla angrily.

            “And it’s far from over,” said Khonshu. “If Marc is truly gone, then I am in need of an Avatar. Would you, Layla El-Faouly, protect the travelers of the night—”

            “Are you joking?” Layla cut him off. “You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Why would I ever sign up for that?”

            “Because you won’t win against Ammit and Harrow alone,” said Khonshu.

            “I’ll take my chances,” said Layla, narrowing her eyes.

            “Nor can you protect (Y/N) against them,” said Khonshu.

            “I said I’ll take my chances,” repeated Layla.

            “You need a plan, little bug. What I offer—”

            “I don’t care what you offer,” said Layla. “(Y/N) warned me about being an Avatar. Marc didn’t trust you. I don’t trust you. We’ll work together without my enslaving myself.”

            “To rebind Ammit, we’ll need Ma’at’s knowledge of rituals,” said Khonshu, bitter but going along with Layla (he needed Ammit gone. That was his first priority).

            Layla turned and picked up the ushabti. Silently apologizing to (Y/N) since she couldn’t be sure how (Y/N) felt about Ma’at returning, Layla smashed it. Blue smoked and sand condensed into Ma’at’s form.

            “Ammit has returned,” said Ma’at, instantly strategizing. “I know the binding ritual. (Y/N) can read it. It will work if they become my Avatar again.”

            “Good, they can repay releasing her,” said Khonshu.

            “That wasn’t their fault,” snapped Layla.

            Khonshu didn’t have the grace to respond and disappeared into sand.

            “Remain watchful, Layla El-Faouly,” said Ma’at. “There is still a battle to come.” She disappeared.

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[sh1-n0bu]

HEYYY NOBU!!

Can I request Vampire!Reader x Scaramouche? Can be sfw or nsfw! I love the way u write for Scaramouche 🫶🫶

✿ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 ♡︎

characters: scaramouche x nb!vampire!reader

warnings: biting, blood, modern au!!, suggestive but nothing too explicit, scara being a masochist, also he has wet dreams and dirty thoughts so scaranation we winning

notes: oooooohhhh vampire reader( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) awooga

to think that i used to listen to chris’ “i want your bite” when i was 8 or smt. maybe that’s why i have biting kink sm

scaramouche, the famous, pretty boy from sci-com class, who ALSO happen to be your roommate is a pain in the ass for short. always nagging you to make him coffees, food, snacks. always stealing your much more larger clothes to wear them. yep a pain in the ass.

but one thing that’s even more annoying than you two’s constant bickering, tussles and fights is how nosy he gets. especially when you’re suffering from not having been eating for some time.

whenever he just gets all up in your personal bubble, showing his nose up your business, jabbing a finger to your chest, you just want to throw him down on the floor, tear off his shirt and forcibly take your fill.

gods those days are the hardest. especially when the short male just keeps taunting you while having that damned fucking smug smirk on his pretty, porcelain face.

the amount of times you’ve imagined of the smug little guy turning into a defenseless, hopeless, whining mess with flushed cheeks and blabbering nonsense is uncanny. if anyone were to ever find out of these fantasies playing in your head, they would think you’re some kind of a pervert or just obsessed with him. which they kind of aren’t wrong but you got dignity to keep.

however scaramouche also had his fair share of troubles and fantasies like you.

every human are born with fanged teeth, the short guy knows that but he just can’t help but notice that yours seem much more sharper.

whenever he thinks you’re not looking, his dark indigo eyes would travel to your lips. patiently waiting, watching, staring at the sharp canines to poke through when you would open your mouth.

maybe that’s why scaramouche enjoys picking fights with you so much. so he can cover up his hopeless stare with a glare, eyes locked on your mouth, fangs bared.

and it’s because of that reason, scaramouche had found out he has another kink. biting kink. more specifically, being bitten by your sharp canines.

during class, in the morning, waiting for the washing machine to finish drying up his washed clothes, he’s constantly daydreaming about you.

of you getting so fed up with him one day during your daily fights that you would just snap and force him down. pinning his hands and neck down on the floor with your much more bigger, rougher hands before biting down harshly on the sensitive juncture between his neck and shoulder.

breaking the pale, smooth skin, causing it to bleed and for him to claw at your back, making him whine and sob with a mixture of pain and pleasure. biting down so hard until the skin breaks and blood trickles from his neck while you lick them clean, making him arch his back with a filthy, slurred moan of your name.

his face would flush an embarrassing shade of hue, jaw clenched tightly, legs starting to rub together as his daydream get carried off, turning into something more explicit and sinful.

and that is when his small fantasies would get ruined, by the teacher calling his name, the loud constant deeps of his alarm or by the annoying fucking tune that plays whenever the washing machine ends.

fuck, he wanted your bite.

perhaps that desperation is what led to him being more pushy when he entered your shared dorm room today.

throwing his bag towards you with false anger, hissing out cusses after another, dragging up an old mistake and jabbing it at you. twisting your words of defence, using it against you with hopes of you just finally fucking breaking and just pin him down and forcefully break him in half.

and his hopes get fulfilled.

your [c] eyes getting dark and cloudy as if in a haze, your rough hand grabbing at his throat before throwing his tiny body down on the bed with some noise akin to a growl escaping between your clenched jaw. pinning him down on the soft mattress, glaring down at his dark indigo eyes with pure anger.

fuck, you were so hot, scaramouche couldn’t help but let out a low whimper like a pathetic little mess. small hands and slender fingers coming up to wrap around your hand that’s choking him with a faux anxiety. heart thrumming wildly in his ribcage.

“you better not struggle for your own good, you little shit. i decided to put up with your ass for far too long and i think it’s about time you get put in your place” he let out a high pitched noise, similar to a squeak, at your words.

finally. finally his daydreams get to come true! fuck, you made him wait for so long!

the purple head’s fantasies always highlighted this scene. him always wondering how it would feel, how your breaths would make him shudder, how your fangs would pierce his skin but none of his dirty thoughts held a candle to the moment.

a soft moan tumbling out of his mouth when you licked a long stripe on his neck, the soft pants of excitement and fear turning into a mewl of pleasure when you bit down.

sharp canines piercing his pale skin, pushing in more before breaking the skin, digging deep into the flesh. causing scaramouche to arch his back up into your body, seemingly begging you to bite more more more!

a sinful mewl and sobs of pleasure coming out of his mouth. tiny body shaking and twitching from the mixture of pain and pleasure, hot tears starting to gather in his eyes before slipping out. smudging his perfect red eyeliner but scaramouche didn’t care.

it just felt so good and he wanted more♡︎.

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer

Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?

Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~

Title: A King's Corruption

Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader

Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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"Hey...I wanna try something new."

Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.

"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"

"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."

He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.

Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"

"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."

In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"

---

Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.

"L-Leona~"

You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.

Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"

Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"

You nodded with a hum, more than certain.

Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?

"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"

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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.

It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.

"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"

Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.

Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.

"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"

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[reikamasama]

𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ?

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel x G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; Abusive behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood, Stabbing,  Implications of death, Suicide, Masochism

Word count ; 2.4k 

summary ; You finally snap back at your mother, after years of abuse. But something in your brain tells you she still loves you after all of these years. Even after you’ve snapped.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ chapter I ꕥ Chapter II

“After all, this is your dream isn’t it?”

A soft, warm hand slowly find its way upon your face to cup your cheek in a firm grip. As you stand there like a deer in the headlights, frozen. You feel a chill running down your spine as your body begins to tense, the woman in front of you keeping her calm, collected face.

Her smile is soft, as if giving you a false sense of hope and comfort. Her kind eyes are a deep purple, burning right into your souls as she stares at you. Her breath is steady. 

If you’d see this playing out from afar you would’ve though she was just a kind mother tending to their child, but your not some stranger looking from the outside to see what’s happening within, you are her child. Her firm grip on your cheek hurts, you wanted to scream at her, tell her it hurt, tell her to get off of you but nothing came out. 

“Sweetie, you know i want the best for you, right? Wasting your time on silly things like music will get you in the way of your studying!”

Her voice sounds like a freshly made batch of honey, it was sweet but there was a hint of sharpness to her tone. You felt as if poison was dripping from her teeth. She was outright pissed but she was not planning on showing it. Her grip on your cheek gets firmer as you keep quiet, you feel as if your voice has stopped working as if somebody has removed your ability to speak. 

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“No i wish to keep singing!”

Everything got quiet, your voice was the only thing echoing through room. The face of the woman in front of you looks surprised. How dare her child talk back to her? After everything she has done, this is the thanks she gets?

Your hand curls up into a fist as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

“No? NO? What has gotten into you! You’d never get the idea to speak back to your mother that way!”

Her sharp tone was meet with silence, she takes a long second — the clock on the wall indicating it went exactly 5 seconds before she laughed and continued; 

“Hah! It’s those music friends of yours isn’t it? Putting silly ideas into your head! Of course they would use you! Just so they could produce music—“

“—That’s not true!”

You interrupted your mother once again, defending your friends. How could she belive that they were using you? They weren’t using you, were they..? You hesitate before you continue.

“…They only wish what’s best for me...“

You feel anger, rage and hatred brewing inside of you. The woman before you is supposed to be your mother a shoulder to lean on somebody you can trust. Then why is she making you feel this way again..? Why is she making you feel so small. You feel a sense of nervousness hit you as she stays silent, the only noise heard is coming from that damn clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

Slap.

You feel panic settling, the recent feelings of anger and rage vanish as fear quickly overtakes your emotions. You have fucked up this time, you have messed up this time. The woman before you inhales and then exhales in a rhythmic manner. Her face changes in a matter of seconds, what used to be rage is now replaced with a calm cold smile. 

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The grip on your cheek stays firm, how could such a soft hand ever hurt this badly? Her eyes were burning into your soul as you look down on the cold hardwood floor.

Music was your creative outlet — the only way for you to be yourself, the only way for you to be you. 

And now she is taking that way from you. The monster you call your mother is an evil creature, a vile monster. Only thinking of herself. Only wishing to fulfill her own wishes and needs, so why were you still here? You take a deep breath as tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes. You lift your head slowly as your eyes meet hers. The clock on the wall ticks, indicating that it has only been seconds before your gazes meet, but even so it felt like hours. Her gaze scared you to say the least.

“Now come on, dear. Time is ticking, let’s not waste more of your precious study time!  I’ll help clean your room for any distractions after dinner, alright?”

Her voice sounds happy and context especially when she mentioned studying. You feel your own throat tightening, as if you’re breathing through a small straw. A bunch of feelings start brewing inside you once more, a mixture of hatred, pain and betrayal. You have been following her every word for years, and now she wishes to remove your last creative outlet.? Right after snooping around in your room! Without your permission?! No! This isn’t right! She’s not treating you right! She’s a monster! She’s not doing this for your own good!…

…..

……………..

...but she’s doing this for your own good.. right? This is only to help benefit your future. I’m sure of it! She only wishes the best for you. She’s worried for you that must be it!

She feeds you, takes care of you, helps pay for your school material and so much more! …The least you can do is study to fulfill your (her) dream. To make your mother proud.

“You know i only do this because i love you.”

Your shoulders tense even more at her words, ‘love’? This is love? … of course it is! She’s doing this because she loves you! 

Your breathing starts to become more steady now, as the tears you have been building up vanishes. You take a quick concentrated breath before you smile. It’s a smile you have been wearing for years, as long as you can make her happy that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A smile that has never failed you or your mother. You open your mouth as you say; 

“Of course mom, i better get back to studying before dinner. I apologize for speaking with such aggression earlier.!” 

Those words roll off the tongue so easily, when was the last time you actually meant words like that? Your mother smiles back at you giving a content ‘hm’ as she lets go of your cheek, and walks off into the kitchen. You exhale loudly feeling the tension in the room disappearing completely. You feel an acing where her hand had been and so you make your way to the bathroom. One step after another. Once you finally reach the bathroom, you let your hands rest on the sink as you look yourself in the mirror. Your face looks.. calm with nothing but a small bruise on your cheek. You softly sigh to yourself trying to ignore the earlier interaction.

The rest of the day seems like a blur.

Blink.

You are sitting in your room. The afternoon sun shines trough the large windows that’s in front of your desk. You squint slightly as you shift in your soft chair, looking down on the desk as you’re presented with a paper in front of you. The paper has the headline ‘Math, entrance exam XXXX’ with bold text. You sigh, as you move your hand letting the pen flow as you answer the questions. One by one by one by one by one by one

Blink.

Your eyes scan through the book, you feel the sharp pages fall past your thumb.  ‘218..218..218..’ 

You stop flipping trough the book as you find the page you have been searching for — page 218 ‘Light and its light source’ you allowed yourself to read the book, letting your brain take in the knowledge of the words. 

‘Reflection of light occurs when light traveling through one material bounces off a different material‘ god your head hurts. 

You close the book with a yawn as you pick up your pencil moving the book to the side. You wait for your wrist to start moving but it didn’t, why isn’t your hand cooperative with your brain? Why can’t you write some simple words. Why can’t you just  make her proud?

Blink. 

“[Name], dear! Dinner is finished!”

Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe, 

You drop the pencil that has been cramping your hand for a long while. You feel a slightly sense of relief washing over you as you stand up leaving the ‘comfort’ of your now uncomfortable chair. 

“Coming!” 

There’s that voice. Your voice. You stop in your tracks as your voice echos through your brain. You snap back to reality as you feel yourself almost falling over, your vision blurry as you rest against the wall. You had obviously stood up way to fast for your body to register that, but it still suprised you every time it happened.

Breath. 

You lean on the wall for a long second letting you regain your senses before you reach for the door handle and gently open the door. 

Your steps are quiet as you exit your room walk down the stairs, a strong smell of food fills your nostrils.

Blink.

“What do you think honey? I made your favorite!”

She smiles at you, this time it’s a more genuine smile as her gaze is focused on you. You look down to see half of your plate already finished, did you eat that? Your eyes scan the table then they find their way to meet your mother’s eyes, you can’t recall eating the meal at all.?

“It tastes Devine mother! Perhaps we should cook a meal together next time?” 

Why did you suggest that? She nods at you as her smile widens and a small giggle escapes your lips. 

“Of course, dear! How about we prepare tomorrow’s dinner together?”

You smile at her suggestion, a strained smile.

“I’d love that”

Blink.

You slip your shoes on, starting from the left and then slipping on the right one. 

“Mother, I’m heading out for a walk now!”

Once again your voice echo in your head. Did you always sound like that? These are not your stupid words! 

“Alright dearie, please do be careful now!”

You nod as her words as you struggle a bit putting on your jacket.

“It’s quite dark and we wouldn’t want you hurt for the big day tomorrow! Make sure not to—!”

Right. Tomorrow. You’ll be busy all day doing entrance exams, so you can finally fulfill your her dream of becoming a doctor! Dream? Wait.. what is a dream? What is your dream..?

“—! Hey! Are you alright [Name]? Did you hear what i said?”

You snap back to reality, as you ignore your thoughts and shake your head slightly.

“Alrighty, i just told you not to be too late, since we have to prepare dinner.”

Blink.

The water softly hits your umbrella, it’s been pouring ever since dinner and it shows no signs on stopping. 

With every step you take there’s a little ‘splash’ sound following you.  

Splash. Splash. Splash. 

The sound is comforting, a repetitive noise, a noise that never keeps you guessing, a noise never makes you uneasy. You look up slightly noticing the dimly lit street lights and cloudy sky, your eyes stay fixated on the sky for a bit as you see multiple stars. Beautiful bright stars. One day you will become one too right? A beautiful star, shining bright. 

A smile creeps upon your face as you zone out taking slow steps forward, keeping your gaze fixated on the stars. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

There a star standing out above the rest, it must be a sign, right? It’s trying to tell you, how your gonna become a bright star just like that one! 

One step after another. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Another step after another.

Blink.

There’s a knife-stand in front of you, what just happened..? Weren’t you just outside? What happened to the comfort of the rain.? You sigh in confusion trying to make sense of the current events, but nothing seems to click. 

“Darling! As you cut the meat, make sure to cut them in even squares, it will leave everybody a fair share of their portion whenever it is served! If you have any questions I’ll be cleaning your room!”

Her voice was soft — warm even. Alright, it appears you have got to cut the meat, you take a mental note of cutting them evenly. You take one of the more expensive cutting knives, you can just hear how sharp it is at you pull it out of its original spot. Better be careful.

You sigh as you walk over to the cutting board.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Wait, Pause, Hold on. Did she say clean your room? No.. she can’t do that, she can’t go snooping again. You drop the task at hand as you rush up the stairs and quickly enter your room with the sharp knife still in your hand. 

The sight of your mother humming as she removes your prized possessions in your room hurts you. How could she do this? You feel a sense of anger rushing over you. This is an anger like never before. It isn’t slowly brewing, this one  is quick and you feel yourself seeing red. Red was such a pretty color, a pretty, pretty, pretty color! You smile as you giggle slightly.

Blink.

Red. You watch as your mother struggles on the hardwood floor. You feel the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you tower over her weak powerless body. You feel a sense of control for once in your life, and god it tasted wonderful. You could feel yourself getting used to this feeling. 

“Beg. Beg and maybe I’ll spare you.” 

Your tone was harsh. You loved seeing her squirm and as she looks up to meet your cold eyes, she gets another stab wound to her throat. The noises she was making was wonderful, the pain she was enduring made you feel happy for once, was this real happiness? You pull out the knife as you watch her bleed out.

Blink.

You feel your hands slowly raise themselves up towards your throat, you smile to yourself knowing this is your last goodbye, your grand finale so-to-speak. A grand exit that you would never forget. Your hands slowly gets closer and closer before you feel a sharp pain in throat, it hurt but you kept stabbing it over and over and over and over the pain was that of something unlike you’ve ever experienced before, it felt like heaven, like you were finally free. You feel yourself growing weak and you slip onto the floor next to your mother.. you get one last glance at her dead body as your eyelids grow heavy, you allow yourself to close your eyes one final time.

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Ahem! And that’s the ending of the prologue! I hope everybody had a great time listening to my little story telling, I’m not used to doing any of this but i hope everyone who stayed will tune in whenever i read the first chapter to you guys! Sound good? Good!

Run along now! And don’t forget to bring some snacks for the next story reading session!

~Tags for reach~

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[zvdvdlvr]

hey you should some dating johnny cade hc

Dating Johnny Cade HCs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }

-> pairings: johnny cade x reader

{🤍}

sweet boy ong.

PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!

"c'mere cuddlebug" <3

M E L T S when you compliment or praise him

is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating

100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out

look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)

until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao

ok so but i

johnny loves watching you smoke????

like

watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.

but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.

if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter

if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call

bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤

but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you

PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK

i feel like johnny would be so down for these

i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person

is that just me? ok ill go away now

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3

if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family

because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him

would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹

please tell him he's loved

he needs that

would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth

johnny boy likes that intimacy :p

wap so hes a sub switch at best

GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!

PLEASE

sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')

making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows

play a prank or two 😍

but you might need to take the fall just a warning

if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston

but will always be a lil nervous for his bae

will take you out when you get out of the slammer

diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.

you make him so happy

would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue

cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses

theyre so... simple

so simple but they make him so happy

dally also likes how happy you make johnny

is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you

i mean, everyone knows you

you have a reputation, of course

dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him

anywayz

is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...

its sweet (for the most part)

loves holding your hand

please

please hold his hand

please hold his hand all the time

two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs

you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying

wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have

i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes

but its all good bc ur dating johnny

i mean, dude, its johnny

darry highkey really likes you

the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool

imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight

"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.

y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.

darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.

y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.

darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"

"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."

dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"

y/n smirks. "duh."

two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.

"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.

two bit laughed again.

"missed you, baby"

AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS

the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out

pony is ur no. 1 supporter

respect, my g 😪✊

if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later

johnny cade taglist:

@paxdawg

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[waltywhitey]

Good for nothing

Note: I wrote this before, and when I tried to save it, I accidentally pressed discard. I contemplated ending it for a good moment before deciding to rewrite it. The original will forever be lost media and I am not the same as I was before.

Warnings: mentions of death

Scanning over your papers for the 5th time already, you finally move your gaze to the man across from you -- Lalo Salamanca. The most batshit insane cartel leader and client you've ever had. Wiping sweat off of your brow, you look into his eyes, cold, dark, piercing brown. Although working with him in the past, he's currently under arrest and being charged with second degree murder having been caught in a shoot out between rival gangs.

"Why didn't he go for attempted instead..." You thought anxiously, trying to look at your options again. You could only imagine what he would do if you couldn't fulfill his request. With a labored sigh and slight fidget of your papers, you finally speak up, raising your head to face him fully.

"Señor, do you know how hard it's going to be to get you anything other than prison time?" You plead, hoping he would be willing to take a plea deal of some sort. Sitting in menacing silence for a few moments, he motions you to come close to him. Although confused on what he wanted from you, you complied. Making your way to his side of the table, you stand beside him ready to know what he needs. Just as you were tilting your head to meet his gaze once again, he swiftly cups your waist, wasting no time to closely press your bodies together in a tight hug, his arms encaging you in support.

"Lalo!" You exclaimed, taken aback by his sudden actions. What was his motive here? Why did he hug you now of all times?

Feeling his chest rise against yours and his hot breath on your neck, your face reddened. You stood there for a moment taking in the warmth. Moving your arms to wrap around him, you reciprocate the snug embrace, closing the space between you two even more. Just as you were moving your head to look into his eyes again, you heard a crack, falling limp.

"Good for nothing." He sneered, holding your husk loosely before dropping it to the ground with a thud. Coldly starring at your body, he dusted himself off. He liked you in some way, but you proved useless as of late. Too blinded by your attraction to him, you had to go before you got him life in prison. Moving away from you to walk over to the door and bang on it, he alerted the guard to you unconscious body seeking medical assistance. As they whisked your body away, he knew one thing for certain -- he's going to need a new lawyer.

#better call saul #breaking bad headcanons #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo imagines #bcs lalo #lalo #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x nb reader #breaking bad #lalo salamanca headcanons

[ideas-scattered-dreams]

/ / Obsession

Fandom: Genshin impact AU: loyal obsessed reader + imposter au + reverse character creator au + yandere creator/character characters: Any

🌙━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━⭐ Devourer: i cannot pick any character, so u can imagine whoever this is.. i am not good in doing headcannons and imagines with each character, but im learning about their personalities and ambitions and i am trying to learn from amazing writers and i hope u all forgive me.

imagine that... You were obsessed with the overseer, you worshipped them more than those archons (if its one of them is the archons then imagine they got replaced), you were the creators first character that came home, as well became the one that the creator mains. Your creator gave u all that one could even hoped for, so how dare u not worship them? and its even better that you were their favorite! Ever since you became self aware about the overseer you were scared at first. what will they do to you? what will they do to the ones you care for you? u were afraid from the hundred of possibilities that this... God can do. but once you were basked in their presence of the overseer you felt.. relieved, so warm and so... dangerous. their presence just wants to make you want them more. make them yours to keep so u can feel this amazing sensation always. you loved it. You had that smirk u always wear whenever u see a character in world quest, side quest and main quest as u were always with aether/lumine whenever they go, you were basically their companion now. and to be always by the creators side is such a bliss... You laughed with the overseer, chatted (ai generated), had fun and many more memories you cherished to the bottom of your heart.. you just cant stop your growing obsession on waiting to always be with them.. its so addicting! so so addicting.. until one day the overseer stopped gifting u with their presence. Did something happen..? that was your first thought when the overseer did not log in at the designated time they always do. they must have something keeping them busy right? they did tell you they were gonna be a bit busy. that must be it... yes. it must be. Until those little times became days and now turned into weeks. you were getting restless. the hunger u crave from them, is beginning to show itself and it is feral for it. where could they possibly be?! have they forgotten about you? have they lost interest in you? no no no, it cant be, it cant! you were having a breakdown from the possibilities that could have happened to them! until u got a hearing on an imposter on the loose. hah? an imposter? how come u just knew about this now. how.. how dare they impersonate the overseer! they must be the reason their grace hasn't been online. and now they take their appearance? preposterous. you took your weapon that the overseer obtained for you and gripped it making it crack.

You grabbed a picture frame of the overseer and caressed it with deep care. "dont worry your grace. i will take this damn imposter and make them bring you back. no matter what." you put the frame down and headed out with deep hatred on this damn 'imposter.'

When u found where the last location of the imposter was last sighted, u went to the area and scouted it. they wouldn't have ran far with an injury on their leg can they? you scouted every grass and air u came across. you were far more keen on the surroundings here in teyvat due to always adventuring with the overseer... oh how u wish it continued like that. but alas an imposter ruined it.

crunch. sway. crunch. sway. snap. crunch. sw-

you turned your directions towards the sound. someone was here. you were sure none of the acolytes would be here and the knights. no sightings of monsters near by aswell. so it must be...

"i know you're there." the person hitched their breath, the imposter was just behind that tree.. just a meter close to you. so so close. "i wonder.. how such a lowly person like you impersonate the overseer."

you began to walk towards the tree. your eyes fixated towards it. weapon clenched and ready if the fly runs. "i mean.. you must be something much extraordinary right?" your vision starts to shine. " pathetic."

when u finally got closer to the tree bark, a sudden wave of a familiar presence ignited something within you. huh? this feeling and wave of pleasure is the same thing u have always been craving from them.. it cant be. can it?!

you looked over the bark and saw the imposter? bleeding gold and littered with healed golden wounds. ah.. you tremble and fell down onto your knees. "your grace..?" they were here, it has to be them! the same feeling u always have with them. it cant be a hox nor lie, especially the golden wounds/blood.

you immediately went into action and start to heal them by using your vision to heal the bleeding wound.. it was gushing out so fast.. it was so... fresh. but u didn't care at all, u loss your questions for now. but now the top priority is their grace.

after getting the wound be sealed and to check the surroundings, u knelt Infront of them, head bowing in respect. "your grace I'm so sorry to be so late in rescuing u! please forgive my insolence!" the overseer looked at your bowed form and grinned widely. but soon turned into a small smile when u lightly lift your head to see their reaction.

(character) hugged u tightly on their chest as u lightly blush and burry inside. is.. this a dream?! their grace.. your light.. they are really real.. you hug them back tightly, afraid to let go even for just a moment. you close your eyes to basked in their presence so close to u.. no more restrictions, no more obstacles.. just.. pure bliss.

you hope this dream wont end.. please.. don't end.

as u silently cuddle and cling to the overseer, they had hearts in their eyes as they grinned. they burry their face on your neck to conceal their blushing and panting self. 'you're here with them! finally finally finally FINALLY'

they waited for this moment to finally be with you. HAH imposter au? fuck that shit, they control teyvat and seized the throne immediately after they arrived, it took so much effort for you to not know about their descend, but of course with little to no manipulation it was easy as when u burry a kids corpse.

you are finally here with them. no one shall take u away, NO ONE. even when u believe that they are in danger, wont u gladly protect them from danger right..? ofc you would, u are their most powerful and loyal acolyte. their most precious treasure..

ah.. such bliss to receive, as long as those no bodies do their job and act like their hunting the 'imposter' then its all good. participating a fun game with your close and favorite person is the best dream u could ever have. good luck. dreamer.

#➥🌙dreamer.ideas #genshin impact #sagau #sagau x male reader #sagau x gn reader #sagau x female reader #sagau x nb reader #genshin #x male reader #x gn reader #x nb reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x nb reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x nb reader #genshinx gn reader

[froggie-writes-gay-stuff]

Lazy Day Confession

Inuyasha x GN! Reader

Warnings: None :D

Summary: Y/N just wanted to have one day away from their friends, but of course Inuyasha just had to crash. Eventually there’s a confession while they’re eating lunch.

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I just wanted one day away from everyone. Just one fucking day from Kagome & her obsession with Inuyasha, away from Miroku & his flirting, away from Inuyasha & his annoying half demon habits. But of course, Inuyasha had to find his way into my day. Literally forcing himself into my home. The only reason he’s still here is because I’m too comfortable in my nest of soft blankets & cuddly stuffed animals to actually get up & deal with him. Oh & of course he’s being annoying, questioning why I’m like this & not accepting the answer I give him.

“Why are you like that?” Inuyasha asks for what is most likely the 100th time that day. He hasn’t moved from his spot, which is crouching right next to my comfort nest. Pale, clawed hands resting just at the rim of my nest. Dangerously close to invading my comfortable space.

“Because I’m comfortable & I wanted a day alone.” I answer with an annoyed sigh. Finally answering his question with something more than ‘because I am’ & hoping he'll drop it. He perks up at the new answer, obviously pleased that I had finally given him something. His small dog ears twitching on top of his head in what may be excitement.

“Can I join you?” He asks suddenly. He even tilts his head, letting his long, ponytailed hair fall to the side behind him. White strands of hair spilling onto the ground next to him.

“Join me?” I finally lift my head to look at him, he’s dressed in a red T-shirt & some gray sweatpants. He usually wears a red hoodie & some sort of red or black pants so this is a very rare sight. He takes no mind of me finally examining him, which slowly is followed by a raised eyebrow that he also ignores. I know he’s more focused on his task at hand, which seems to be joining me. Fuck.

“Yes, join you. You said it’s comfortable” Inuyasha answers & starts moving closer to me, which means he’s now leaning into my nest a bit. I furrow my eyebrows, already silently questioning him before the words even leave my lips.

“Why are you even here?” I ask instead of answering the question. The white haired man pouts, obviously not liking my response to his request. He obviously just wants in, no more questions, no more ignoring. But I won’t let him in so quickly. I told him I wanted to be alone today, so I deserve an answer before I allow this annoying dog into my oh, so comfortable nest.

“Because you said you wanted to be alone. I assumed you weren’t ok & came to make sure you’d be alright.” Inuyasha answers honestly. This doesn’t surprise me. We’ve known each other since we were young. While he’s oblivious to others' feelings & even most hints given to him; it’s hard to miss such signs on someone you’ve known since diapers. I mean, I’ve noticed him ignoring obvious signs from Kagome. Poor girl likes him, but he doesn’t like her, it seems. Letting out a long, drawn out sigh I give him an annoyed look. Inuyasha’s head perks up again, ears twitching with anticipation. He knows he’s won the battle. He’s getting what he wants. As usual. 

“Fine, don’t mess anything up or I’m kicking you out.” I warn & scoot over a little, grabbing a blanket to throw over him. Inuyasha seems a little too happy to be joining me in my nest as he quickly makes his way into said nest & makes himself comfortable next to me. I throw the blanket over him & get comfortable again, adjusting my position for the male next to me. I watch as Inuyasha visibly relaxes & calms down. Head lolled back, ears in a resting position, shoulders untensed, & a dopey smile on his pale face. His long hair now spills off the side of the nest. A soft smile makes its way onto my face. It’s been forever since we’ve hung out, just the two of us. After meeting the others, we’ve been either around the group or Kagome is dragging the poor guy around. It’s nice to finally just spend a day with him, even if it’s supposed to be my 100% loner, no interactions at all - day.

I turn back to the tv in my room & turn on Courage The Cowardly Dog. Inuyasha & I sit comfortably together as we watch the old cartoon. Throughout watching the episodes of the old cartoon, I had started to lean into Inuyasha at some point. I realize what had happened when the half demon dog wraps his arms around me. I’m immediately surrounded by the never ending warmth that he produces without fail. I don’t move, he's warm, & doesn't smell too bad for once. For once he just smells like his weird woodsy cologne. Though sitting like this with him makes me feel a little guilty. I know Kagome has a crush on him, she’s had one ever since they met basically. However, at the same time I don’t feel guilty. She’s never made a move, the ‘moves’ she has made have been demanding his attention & getting jealous of most girls who interact with him in a friendly manner. It’s mean, I’m aware. But we’re childhood friends, I’m allowed to be weirdly close with the guy I’ve kinda liked since middle school.

“I’m hungry, let’s make some lunch.” Inuyasha’s voice cuts through my train of thought easily. I look up at him & raise an eyebrow. It’s not unlike him to be random & forwards with his hunger though.

“You want to try to cook?” I inquire, not fully trusting this idea. We’re both not allowed in the kitchen most of the time.

“Of course, you like cooking, don’t you?”

“Nope, I’m not allowed in the kitchen when anyone is cooking.”

“Oh, well we can still order something for lunch.”

“Sure, I’ll pick the place though.” I state casually. He goes to protest; however I don’t allow him to & start reaching for my phone. Of course, me being in the nest all day means it can be anywhere which makes me stop for a moment. So, I decide to steal Inuyasha’s phone. Taking it right from his left pants pocket, where he always keeps it. I enter the code, his mother’s birthday, & pull up his Homerush app. I put in my favorite noodle place. I’m not at all surprised to see he’s ordered from there multiple times. He has a noodle addiction at this point. I opt to re-order for his part of the meal & then input my favorite. It takes no time to finish ordering & finally hand him his phone. He checks the receipt & starts fuming.

“You used my card!” He seethes, though it’s obvious he’s not really that mad about it. 

“You crash my alone day; you pay for lunch.” I say like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I get a huff & an eye roll from the taller man, who proceeds to slump into me & effectively crush me. Attempting to move him doesn’t go so well considering he’s stronger than me by a decent amount, & most definitely heavier. With a huff of my own, I relax back into the pillows & blankets behind me & allow him to stay slumped into me for now. After a few moments Inuyasha wraps his arms back around me & moves enough for the position to be comfortable for the both of us once again. We’re back to watching old cartoons & cuddling. Honestly, this is super comfortable. However the nice, comfortable time is interrupted by his phone going off. Inuyasha pulls out his phone & checks the notification. With a groan, he brings the phone closer to his other hand, & subsequently right in front of me. His phone is open to a chat, with who I assume is Kagome considering the name ‘Annoying woman’. It’s obvious that she’s been bugging him to hang out for a while.

Annoying woman

Hey Inuyasha! Are you free today?

I was wondering if you wanted to hangout & maybe get some noodles at this new place in town.

10:00am

Annoying woman

You can just tell me that you don’t want to hang out.

11:02am

Annoying woman

Are you really gonna just ignore me?

1:38pm

Inu

im getting noodles with Y/N

1:40pm

Inuyasha puts his phone on Do Not Disturb before clicking on a notification from Homerush. The tracker shows that the food is close by. With a satisfied sigh, Inuyasha sets his phone back into his pocket & snuggles back into me. I had to do my best not to snort at his response & actions. He can be so childish & rude sometimes.

“Heartbreaker.” I comment as I start playing with his hair. His hair is always soft & seems to be immune to getting knotted, demon hair is so weird. Honestly, playing with his hair is always so calming, unfortunately he doesn't let me do it often, unless he wants his hair braided. Inuyasha snuggles closer, obviously enjoying the sensation of his hair being played with.

“Me? To who? Kagome? I doubt she’s heartbroken over not getting to eat noodles with me.” He grumbles out.

“You can’t be this blind, she likes you.” I get tempted to smack the back of his head for his idiocy, but refrain since I like playing with his hair.

“Oh… too bad, she’s not the person I like.” He comments so casually as he goes to retrieve the food, I assume he could smell it.

“Let me guess, your crush iiiiis kikyo?” I guess, assuming he simply had some feelings for his ex still, who, funny enough, is Kagome’s twin sister. My guess gets a snort & a head shake from the half demon.

“Guess again.”

“...Sango?”

“Hell no!”

“Miroku?”

“Ew.”

“... ahahahah! Is it Koga??” I cackle at the idea of Inuyasha liking his arch nemesis. That just gets an annoyed eye roll from the man who gives me a dirty look for that guess. “Unless it’s Naraku I have no clue.”

“You never even guessed yourself.” He grumbles, finally handing me my noodles & some chopsticks. I stare at him in confusion as I feel my face slowly grow warmer. He plops down back into his spot & looks at me with a done face. “I like you idiot.” He says clearly, making sure I understand that this isn’t a joke. My face grows warmer as I look away & mumble.

“I like you too Inu.” My response gets a huge smile as he leans over & kisses my flushed cheek.

“Then it’s official, we’re dating now.” He says with a victorious nod. He turns back to the tv to continue watching the old cartoon. Normally this is where I should make some comment on how that’s not how relationships work, but he’s so pleased with himself & I’ve wanted to date him for some time now. Sue me. I focus back on the cartoon as well as I eat my noodles.

The next day…

“& then Kirara stole my chicken!” Miroku continues to tell the tragic tale of how Sango’s demon cat Kirara ruined his dinner last night. Sango’s standing to the side shaking her head softly while doing her best not to smile fondly at her fiance. Kagome is standing beside me, doing her best not to laugh at the older man.

“Yo losers!” Inuyasha calls out as he finally shows up. He stands on my other side & wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean into his side as everyone catches on to this new behavior.

“Took you long enough dog boy.” I comment. Sango slowly raises a hand to point from Inuyasha & then to me, & then back to Inuyasha. She does this a few times before finally forming a proper question.

“When did this become a thing?” She inquires.

“Yesterday when he crashed my lazy day.” I grumble with some slight saltiness. I notice Miroku is going to ask an inappropriate question & stop him before he can. “Don’t you dare holy boy, verbalize that question I fucking dare you.” I challenge which seems to work since he takes a step back with his hands up in front of his chest. Kagome seems to be obviously upset with what’s happening in front of her with small tears gathering in her eyes.

“W-what? But wasn’t I being obvious about my feelings for him?” She asks with a slight quiver.

“Well with Inuyasha you have to be upfront with him. Also just because you like him doesn’t mean he’s obligated to return your feelings.” I explain bluntly yet gentle enough to not seem hostile.

“But you noticed right? Why would you…?”

“Kagome, we’re not playing the “I called dibs” game. Plus, I called dibs all the way back in middle school.” I note at the end, I admit that was harsh. The last part catches the attention of Miroku & Sango, however Kagome just nodded slowly before excusing herself.

“You know, sometimes I forget you two grew up together.” Miroku comments as Sango looks towards where Kagome went, debating her next moves. I shrug Inuyasha’s arm off my shoulders & follow her, Sango not too far behind. We find her sitting under a tree in the park we had decided to meet up in. I sit next to her & give her a side hug. Sango sits across from her & takes her hands.

“Heartbreak is hard.” Sango tries to sooth her & says some more stuff. During her comforting prep talk I lean my head against Kagome’s. She rubs her head on mine & sighs. Once Sango is done Kagome offers a watery smile. We sit there for a few more minutes before Kagome states that she’s just gonna head home. Me & Sango walk her to her car before rejoining the boys. We decide to head to a cafe before going to the arcade. Looks like today just became a double date.

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[dolleholic]

Could you do dating headcanons for Octavia (Helluva Boss)?

(I do not own this gif)

꒰ ⭐️ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ OCTAVIA X READER

( TYSM Anon!! I’m very happy to be giving you some headcanons for this!! I bet it’s really fun )

;; A/N : I’m so glad you said Octavia! She’s such a sweet and kind lady and I can relate to her so much no joke ;;

Introductions!~ ;;

(gif by: a-little-ray-of-fantasy (didn’t want to ping)) — you guys were both little kids when you met, and you guys only met because your parents were kinda rich and wanted to make deal with Stolas and Stella

— You both had this awkward moment where you stared at each-other before you finally said something

“uhm.. I’m [Y/N]! Who are you?..” “oh! Uh- I’m.. Octavia! It’s very nice to meet you!”

— You guys got along very well, and you were a little jealous that she had such a big room! So many plushies!

— You guys did typical kid stuff, like dress up, and played with her dolls.

— she told you about what Stolas did with her when she had a nightmare, and tried to tell Stolas to sing it to her and you. He was too busy, though..

— She tried to sing it for you though, but she wasn’t a very good singer— it was very cute though!

“YoU wIlL bE OkAy!~”

*Clapping and giggling*

— Though, it was cut short— your father and Stolas got into a fight, and your family decided to leave. That was.. the last you saw of her..

— OR SO YOU THOUGHT. HA. HAHAH

—

Octavia sobbed in the small ride, her mind full of scrambled up thoughts.. how could her dad be like this? It made her insane. It made her cry harder..

“hey.. are.. you okay?..”

A voice ripped Octavia out of her thoughts, her neck snapping towards the voice. There they were, a [Tall/Small/Average] demon— sitting next to her as they reassuringly looked at octavia.

“I’m.. I’m fine.. I don’t need your pity..”

Octavia muttered, scooting away from them. The demon frowned, now giving Octavia a concerned look

“.. you wanna hear a joke?..”

The demon asked, again ripping Octavia out of her thoughts. Octavia thought, now looking at the stranger with a sad but curious look.

“W-..What?..”

The demon turned to Octavia, a small smile returning on the demons lips.

”Why do seagulls fly over the sea? If they flew over the bay, they would be bagels.”

There a small silence, the demon waiting for octavia to do something.

it was so corny.. but.. that’s what made it cute

Octavia giggled, her tears starting to stop as she sniffed.

“That’s.. is corny!..”

she said through the giggles, now scooting towards them. She was starting to feel.. comfortable around them..

“Who are you?..”

“I’m [Y/N]!”

—

— You guys quickly became friends again, and you guys remembered each-other!

— turns out, you guys didn’t drift too far.. you both likes music and astronomy, and both had pretty weird parents

— you guys exchanged numbers at the bed, and it was safe to say it was going to be a long relationship between you and her..

a happy one!

——————

(I do not own the gif)

Head-canons!~ ;;

(when you guys are dating)

— when you guys started dating, you had to keep it a secret.. your father and Stolas didn’t exactly.. like eachother. So, you being in a relationship with your fathers enemy was not a good start.

— Though, you made it work! You guys mostly hung out at the park or in the wrath ring— it was so peaceful there, and the plants were beautiful

— I like to think Octavia likes kissing you on the forehead or on your collar bone. She likes to see your expressions

— Octavia accidentally blurted how she was in a relationship with you and Stolas.. wasn’t mad.

— He actually understood. He knew what it was like to love somebody else— yet you couldn’t be. But, you could.

— Stolas finds you as a smart and trustworthy Partner, but he did tell you if you broke her daughters heart— he would take care of you.

— Of course you and octavia went star gazing for your first date, it was on top of her fathers house— and that’s where you guys first kissed

— If you send Octavia a text, she will immediately answer. Like, she will put the world on hold just to make sure you know she’s okay

— if you’re some sort of animal hybrid demon with a tail, she will cuddle with it when you guys sleep in the same bed

— if you’re a human demon, she will play with your hair. And if you don’t have hair, she’ll just cuddle you!

— Octavia doesn’t care if she’s big spoon or little spoon, but she likes giving more then receiving

— you’re always there for Octavia when her parents fight, or when she has a meltdown— you always tell her it’s okay, and your here.

— sometimes you sing for her, wether it’s soothingly or jokingly— she’ll always be grateful for you.

— Octavia can be a little over protective— especially when you guys snuck into a human realm/earth. (so many people flirted with you guys)

— Whenever somebody gets too touchy around you, she pulls you back

— If somebody gets to flirty with you, she straight up tells them to Fuck. Off.

— I think Octavia is more of a talker than a listener, but can be a listener when she wants to be. When you need it.

— Overall, she’s a very good GF!

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[ramayah]

kiss me more | tartaglia

𝐓𝐇𝐄 laws of one's first love is always: the first love is always a fling, which means that you play with them like you play with yo-yos. Play with them every once in a while, and when you get bored, drop them.

But with Childe, you'd never do something as harsh as that. At least not every once in a while, possibly four times a month or so. Five if you count today's time.

He is so .. flawless. He had the structure of a Greek God and was pretty enough to be the next Aphrodite. Maybe even the next Narcissus. There was a fine line that was drawn between feminine pretty and masculine handsome, and he was the line that was drawn.

Without single thought in in mind, you allowed Childe to take him away to his humble abode and had some you-and-him time.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 hands traveled over your body, soft kisses following the path he took while carving your enter existence in his mind.

" All I need—" kiss, " is another shot—" kiss.

" that's it." He mumbled between his passionate, slow-paced pecks that were pressed against your stomach. He began to lead a trail [of kisses] towards your lower abdomen; and he gripped his teeth around the zipper of your tightly fitted jeans before pulling downwards to expose the excessive erection that was currently growing harder and harder by the minute.

" You talk way too much." You stated as you gripped the pillow that held your head up when he pressed the achingly sweet kisses against your clothes cock. " But that's what you love about me, isn't it? Don't you love my mouth?" His rhetorical questions only brought an embarrassed blush around your face. " I distinctly remember you saying you love the wonders I can work with my mouth, or am I wrong?" He didn't want to hear the answer he had already received from you when monthly payment between the two of you had started.

" Aah–!" You cried as his tongue slid across the already wet fabric that was overlaid over your cock, he pulled down the waistband of your boxers and eyed your cock as if it was candy that he was dying to taste.

Childe began to slowly press kisses on the side of your cock, leading up to your tip.

" Please! –" Such a simple word had his body jittering with anticipation. Your body reacted to every single touch and caress that came from the tips of his slender fingers, and he couldn't be happier. You only received such lustful affection from him and him only. Only he can make you feel this way. And he knows that.

" Childe, please! Childe!" You bit your lower lip when your cum began to overflow into his mouth. Childe could only swallow your flow that erupted into his mouth, loving how you tasted exactly how he wanted you to.

" You're so tasteful, darling, fuck .." He whispered the last bit of his sentence. He hovered over your trembling figure with a smirk on his dangerously charming face. " You're just as pretty as the first time we met; do you remember?" He didn't expect an answer from you, or necessarily want one.

After he had lubed up his fingers, he inserted two slender fingers inside of your hole, receiving a hushed cry from you; his dull blues watched closely when your bottom lip trembled.

" You're a beauty. You really are." For Christ's sake, this man knows how to really turn your wheels. He made your heart pound, breath quicken, and butterflies flutter inside of your stomach.

" You — ah! — really can't shut up, — nngh..!"

Childe was only watching in a mesmerizing way. You had him in a spell, a tightly secured spell that had his eyes scrolling up and down your body. After he had loosened you up, he pressed the tip to your hole and pushed it inside; a loud moan came from your mouth.

Tonight, you two would become one. Like you had always dreamed. But you had never known why he left so many marks on your body; was it prove you were his and his alone? You were never sure.

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[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Non-binary! Reader

General Warnings: Hazbin Hotel covers difficult topics and has 18+ humor. Please be aware of what you are comfortable with.

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Season One

Prologue: Dying in the Roses

Chapter One: Welcome to the Hotel

Chapter Two: Commercial Problems

Chapter Three: Controlling Television

Chapter Four: New Hotel Guest

Chapter Five: Bonding through Battle

Chapter Six: Memories of Life and Death

Chapter Seven: King of Hell at the Hotel

Chapter Eight: Trouble at the Hotel

Chapter Nine: Going Clubbing goes Wrong

Chapter Ten: Deals and Darling Overlords

Chapter Eleven: Convincing through Song

Chapter Twelve: Preparing for Battle

Chapter Thirteen: Fight for their Souls

Chapter Fourteen: Show Goes On

To be continued...

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

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[imbadatwrighting]

Hey, are your orders open? if so could you do headcanons of the yugioh characters reacting to s/o who has an obsession with the mystical elf card?

Nah cuz I had to search up the card cuz I forgot what it was 💀💀 also I was using a different fanfic site and just saw it so I kinda rushed to get dis done lmao 😭

Yu-gi-oh boys reacting to their S/o having an obsession w/ the mystical elf card

Yugi Muto

He honestly didn’t notice-

I mean he picked up on how constant you used it and talked about it but at the same time he does that to a lot of cards in his deck so didn’t think anything of it

He’ll listen to what you’re saying always though

Doesn’t matter how many times you have been talking about this card, he’s gonna act like it’s his first time hearing about it from you

He got you a keychain that had the mystical elf on it because he knew you would like it but he didn’t know you would like it that much

You were basically jumping with joy on this

He was too-

As long as your happy he’s happy

He listens to you repeat the same story over and over and over again about using the Mystical elf card and doesn’t get tired of it ever

“Ok so like I was battling this one dude who was all about offense and guess what?!?”

“What?”

“You have to guess Yugi!”

“Uhh, let’s see here… you used a spell card?”

“No! I got the mystical elf; she protected me and she helped me not lose…”

“Oh wow.”

“She really is my guardian angel. She must have sent you down as a gift for me.”

“She really is spectacular… and you know who else is?”

“Who????”

“You.”

“Yugi!”

Yami Yugi

He’s always listening

He loves to hear you go on and on about her; it doesn’t matter if it’s 1am or 4pm, he’s always interested in what your saying

He got you a rare mystical elf card for your birthday and you burst out in tears

He’s definitely in love with you and while he doesn’t tell you he shows it in multiple ways

Lots of people get upset when you repeat a story but he’s the exact opposite

He gets happy knowing you’re so happy that you forgot that you already told him this

Yami always says that you only hot headed when it comes to the mystical elf

The amount of times he cleaned you up after getting in literal fights all because of that card

So when he gets hated on you just say their ‘insecure’ but when it’s about the mystical elf you’ll get in a fight?!

Starting to sound like you love the card over him

“Ok! So the other day I was heading to the grocery story and these imbeciles where talking about how ‘ThE mYsTiCaL eLf Is StUpId’ blah blah blah and I walked over to them and started a fight!”

“Well maybe next time don’t go up to them.”

“It’s their fault! They threw the first punch!”

“I know but I don’t want you to get hurt… sometimes you have to let things go.”

“Hypocrite.”

“No I just want you to be safe and not die from some weak kids that have nothing better to do then fight random people.”

“Whatever…”

“Tell me, how did you first ‘fall in love’ with the mystical elf card?”

“You should know better than anyone how you can fall in love with your cards pharaoh.”

“I know but I love hearing your stories.”

“Is it because you love me, Yami?”

“Maybe.”

Joey Wheeler

He understand completely because he’s the same way towards his Red-Eyes Black Dragon

If you are hot headed and get into lots of fights about it then you’re even more alike

You and him are constantly venting about the amount of people that don’t appreciate these cards

Neither one of you are talking about anything else except this stuff

That’s all of your conversations every single day

What’s his favorite color? Don’t know you never asked him that. You’re always talking to him yet you never asked him what his favorite color is? Correct.

My bro is poor af and so are you so both of you have little to no merch

Unless it’s Christmas or your birthday you ain’t getting shit

Sorry not sorry

He’ll try to draw you the mystical elf but it turns out looking like a blob with leaves on it

You guys are always talking about which one is better

Neither one of you win the argument though

If you are a little violent and use that as a way to make people like your favorite card then expect him to be cheering you on… from a safe distance

You might be able to fight but he sure as hell can’t

“Go baby! You can do this!”

“Why don’t you come over here and help me why don’t ya!?”

“Didn’t you say you were independent!? Why do you be needin’ me!”

“2 is better than 1!”

“So?? Since when did you care!”

“Since now! Your over there tryin’ to act slick by leaning against that wall like you’re the one that is beating up these people meanwhile I’m over here working my ass off!”

“I’m not just ‘lEaNiNg AgAiNsT tHe WaLl’ I’m cheering you on too!”

“Yeah from 30ft away! Joey get your ass over here and help!”

“They’ll win!”

“You know they said that they found the Red-eyes Black Dragon useless.”

“Count me in!”

Seto Kaiba

Bro definitely acts like he doesn’t care

And it’s true-

Bro could not give a single f whether or no you like a card or not

I mean he definitely doesn’t constantly buy you things related to the Mystical elf

It doesn’t matter how expensive it is

If it looks nice then it’s yours

In Kaiba corp he has a whole room dedicated to the merch that he bought you and you couldn’t fit it in your house

He be buying so much it’s as if he’s the one in love with her

He’s not obsessed with her though, he’s obsessed with you

Not that he would ever tell you that

Not to mention the stuff that Mokuba gets for you

Dating Seto is like a two in one package

You get a boyfriend and a loving younger brother

Seto will subtly tell Mokuba what you would like and Mokuba will make/draw it for you

Sweetest boy alive oh my Lordy

Seto acts like he’s annoyed by your rants but honestly he doesn’t really care

He actually loves them

You usually sit in a spiny chair while he sits in his office chair, working, and you just talk about your day

And the mystical elf card of course

He will always tell you when you repeated a story

“Ok so the other day I was out, just walking around you know? Then all of a sudden I saw this guy in the alleyway and- ”

“You told me this already.”

“Oh right! Well there was also this time where I was at the mall and-”

“I was with you.”

“Oh. Well how about this one time where these two guys were trying to gang up on me because I ‘insulted their favorite cards’ by saying that mine was better-”

“You pressed the alert button on your watch that day and my guards took care of that.”

“Oh haha! I forgot!”

“I can tell. Why don’t you tell Mokuba about your day? He was asking how you were today. I’m sure he would enjoy seeing you.”

“Ok I will! I have a couple things to give him anyways! Bye Seto!”

“Be a little more quiet will you, please.”

“Oh sorry.”

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[deadghosy]

MEETING NARUTO

Age: 7

(Kushina!enby reader)

*you are kinda like kushina and you are not related to naruto!*

You usually don't go out on sunny days since it was always too hot for you to go. Plus you didn't like being sweaty all day and walking around. Trying to find someone to play with you. People were always scared of you because you remind them of someone.

But you didn't expect a sunny day to make you meet someone that will always be on your side

As you were walking towards the playground to make another Sandcastle, you see a couple of big kids picking on a boy that had dirty blonde hair, mostly yellow. Kicking him and punching him. You can even tell that boy is trying to fight back, but can't.

So, what did you do? You fucked them up.

"OI, OI OI OIIII!" You yelled at the kids they were mostly likely boys that were picking on a smaller boy. They turn around and they start laughing at how you look so small and weak.

(oh, and did I forget that you don't have a specific gender? Well you can change the pronouns if you want.)

"THE HECK YOU LAUGHIN AT YOU BIG BETTLE LOOKIN BUG." You insulted

Immediately they stopped laughing at you and got mad, forgetting about the boy with the yellow hair

"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BRAT?!"

"YOU HEARD ME YA BIG DOUNUT! I SAID-"

you got cut off by the leader of the bullies picking you by your hair.

"Watch who you talking to girl"

"EEEHHH, 'GIRL'?! WHO IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TALKIN TO YOU BIG DOPE?!" Immediately you gave the leader a nice hard high-kick to the chin making him drop you as your hair floated in anger.

"SO YOU WANNA ASSUME MY GENDER JUST CAUSE OF MY BODY TYPE, EHHHH!"

Immediately the bullies were scared straight to hell as every step you took, the ground broke.

"I'LL SHOW YOU A 'GIRL'! "

Naruto hid behind a tree as you started pummeling the bullies by punching them in the stomach and punching them in the head. Even grab the bigger bully and started swinging like he was a ragdoll, as if he weighs nothing to you.

Naruto was afraid if you saw him you would hurt him to, so that's why he hid behind a tree. But as he watched you beat them up, he slowly came out of his hiding spot, and he started mimicking your attacks.

"Hiya! Woosh, punch punch, KICK!" As he watched with stars in his eyes at how cool you looked.

Naruto jumped as he heard a big thump by the tree, he looked and was shocked at what he saw.

IT WAS THE BIG BULLY STUCK IN THE TREE-

Naruto then turned to look at you to see your hair floating in a beautiful way.

"DONT FUCK WITH ME, YA HEAR?!"

One bully was stuck in the sandpit. One was tied up by the swing on the swings set.

༻꫞꯭ TIME SKIP ꫞꯭༺

Naruto ran towards you and started questioning how strong you were, as you hair had flattened back to it original look

“HEY HEY HEY! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?? THAT WAS SO FREAKIN COOL. CAN YOU TRAIN ME?! AND HOW DID YOUR HAIR FLOAT LIKE THAT?! AND HOW DID YOU-"

each question he asked he got closer to your face and he was really freaking you out as you started getting flustered at the closeness.

"H-Hey, CALM DOWN BUD." You said as you gently pushed his face away. Naruto had to realize how small you were, and that even peaked his  interest at how strong you were.

"AWAHH YOU ARE SO CUTE!" He yelled hugging you and rubbing one of his face sides on the top of your head. "HEY LET GO OF ME YOU IDIOT!"you said in surprise as you waved your arms around

Naruto lets go of you cause of how people insulted him. "Oh....sorry.." "it's okay, but are you OK?." You said, as you were checking for wounds or bruises on his body. It was like if you were a mother checking her kid that fell on the floor.

Naruto was flustered that you were checking for wounds, and that you were caring for him, since no one would even get close to him because they all saw him as a different kind of human. But as naruto looked at you more closely, he saw you as an angel, and his savior

"W...what's your name!?" Naruto asked. You look up at him and smiled brightly as you made a superhero pose while having your thumb pointed at you.

"IM [L/N] [Y/N]! AND IM GOIN TO BE THE GREATEST SHINOBI EVER BORN, YA HEAR!?" Naruto had a boost of confidence to talk to you after your introduction.

"IM NARUTO UZUMAKI! AND IM GOING TO BE THE HOKAGE ONE DAY, DATTEBAYO!"

"SWEET SAUCE!" You yelled in excitement "I BET THAT YOU'RE GOIN TO BE THE BEST HOKAGE EVER, YA HEAR?!"

"Hey....wanna be friends?" Naruto asked as in his eyes you were the greatest person he ever saw and meet.

"HECK YA, AND I WOULD LOVE TO BE BY YA SIDE NARUTO!"

'Love...love?...LOVE!?' Naruto blushed at how you said that you will be by his side.

"Eh, naru you okay?" You questioned as you walked closer to him and stood on your tippy toes to get a closer look. Naruto felt like he was in heaven as you gave him a nickname. "YE-YEAH IM OKAY [Y/N]-CHAN!"

Suddenly Naruto had an idea. "HEY [N/N]-CHAN, LET GET RAMEN!"  Naruto suggested as he want to set a good first impression of having a friend, a first best friend.

"SURE NARU!"

You and Naruto both were holding each other shoulders talking about each other and laughing while walking into the town.

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★[A/N] : hopefully you like this chapter of meeting naruto! CAUSE NEXT IS SAKURA HARUNO!★

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[vulture-writes-stuff]

Hi! Would you consider writing a Pokémon SV Rika x NB! Reader? Sfw, with them going on a fair date? Thank you so much in advance!

I love Rika. Such a fucking icon like?????!?? Peak fem character design 🙏 I want to hug her Clodsire but I would probably die if I did that

Also funny little tidbit about this story - it's mildly inspired by a personal experience of mine!! I went to the county fair with a buddy of mine when it was in town and got up to a bunch of shenanigans, including winning a gigantic plushie that I could barely carry lmao.

Bonus, my excessive knowledge of darts from playing way too much of the dart minigame in both Stardew Valley and Persona 5 Royal!! I did unnecessary research to try and find out how to completely dominate the optional objectives.

~

Rika X NB Reader

Every year, Mesagoza hosts a lovely fair celebrating the inhabitants of Paldea, and their rich culture. A certain member of the Elite Four has more fun than she'd anticipated.

Reader is not the SV protagonist - They're the former champion of Kalos, and took up baking after they were usurped. Their team is left relatively ambiguous, with the only mentioned Pokemon being a Dedenne and a male Pyroar. Reader is also mentioned to be shorter than Rika, because I assume she is very tall based on her ingame model.

Paldea is a gorgeous region. There's so many sights to see, things to do, Pokemon to meet... But to some, at least to Rika, you hadn't even seen half of it if you didn't attend the annual fair in Mesagoza.

Everybody came together to show the best of what the region had to offer, from the pottery of Alfornada or the cuisine of Cascarrafa. Rika made it a point to visit whenever it began, since it was a pleasant escape from her usual duties as a member of the Elite Four.

For the past two years, though, she always found herself beelining for one particular stall - the one run by Katy. Sure, the pastries were great, but that wasn't the only reason. Katy ran the stall with the help of a special someone, and that special someone was extremely important to Rika.

She could still remember how they first met - they'd come up to the Pokemon League a few years back, but without the intention to battle. Rika had originally assumed they were just there to see the sights, but then they had introduced themselves as the former champion of Kalos, and wanted to speak to Geeta.

She had so many questions, but not enough time to ask them. After they had their chat with the chairwoman (evidently just to praise her work), they walked right back up to Rika and asked her if she'd like to battle. Not as an official challenger, just for fun.

They hadn't even Terastallized their Pokemon, and they still decimated her. She didn't even know Dedenne could so easily defeat three ground types in a row. The moment she returned her Clodsire, she matched right up to them and asked for their contact information.

And there they were now, two star-struck lovers.

Rika hooked her thumbs in her pockets as she walked up the steps by the entrance of Mesagoza, eyes scanning the crowd. She could see the other members of the Elite Four were enjoying themselves - Poppy was happily tugging an amused Hassel about, stopping at anything she found remotely interesting, and Larry was finally relaxing as he enjoyed a snack at one of the various food stalls.

Finally, she spotted what she was looking for. A Dedenne. Now, a lot of people owned Dedenne, sure - but she only knew one person who's Dedenne wore an expert belt like a scarf. She hurried over to the stall, and was greeted with the pleasant aroma of strawberries and cream cheese.

The one she was looking for was preparing the prettiest crepes she'd ever seen, their Dedenne perched atop their head like a particularly electrifying hat. The moment the Antenna Pokemon saw her, he chattered excitedly, leaping off his trainers head and directly into her expecting arms. She'd gotten used to him throwing itself at her - he liked to do that.

"Hello to you, too." She chuckled, slumping over awkwardly to allow the Dedenne to climb up onto her shoulder. The other trainer glanced around worriedly, before they saw where their Pokemon had gone.

"Ah, ma chérie!" They looked positively giddy, the term of endearment slipping off their tongue before they could think. Wiping the strawberry juice off their hands with their apron, they rounded the stall to embrace Rika. "I see Bijou missed you as much as I did."

"I bet it's not nearly as much as I missed you." Rika teased lightly, letting her fingers entwine with theirs even as they split apart. Bijou the Dedenne was clearly thrilled, rubbing his slightly charged cheeks against Rika's face in an obvious gesture of affection. "How has the stall been?"

"Oh, busy busy. But Katy's doing most of the legwork business-wise, I was just helping." They hummed, giving Rika's gloved hand a squeeze. "Do you want to walk around with me?"

"Of course I do. I always do."

"I'll tell Katy, then, she won't mind me taking a break." They smiled, leaving for just a moment to go inform the baker of their plans. Bijou continued to nuzzle Rika's face, whiskers slightly scratching her. A Pyroar, one with a large, glorious mane padded out from behind the stall, tail flicking casually as he took the time to greet Rika as well. She recalled his nickname was Hugo, giving him a light pat on the head. "Alright! Let's go!"

Rika hooked an arm around their shoulders as they returned Bijou and Hugo to their Luxury Balls, all too satisfied to be near them again.

"What's the plan? Where are we heading first?" She mused aloud, using her free hand to gesture broadly across the plaza.

"Mmm... I saw they set up some new games this year. Do you want to check it out?" They asked with a glimmer in their eye. Even if they'd not been champion for some time now, Rika noticed they still had a firey competitive side.

"Let's go then. Try not to knock over all the bottles at the ring toss like you did last year." Rika earned a light slap on the side for that, but she knew it was worth it.

The various games at the fair weren't the main attraction, more of a fun way to occupy particularly antsy kids, but they were very entertaining. Quite a few of them were just rigged games of chance, but there were a handful that were skill-based.

"Rika, look." They nudged her side urgently, gesturing to one of the various stands. An almost comically large stuffed Dudunsparce was hung up at one of the stands, so long its tail nearly brushed along the ground. "It's so cute."

"It is pretty cute." Rika pondered, an arm still slung around the other. It looked like the game was just darts, though it likely had some difficult twist that would make winning feel even more glorious. "...How about I test my skill, eh?"

"Oh, you don't need to-!" They began, but she was already set on getting that ridiculously ginormous Dudunsparce for them. She removed her arm from their shoulders, fixing her gloves with a simple tug.

"How much for a game?" She asked, leaning on the counter casually. The fellow behind the stall perked up when she spoke, setting his hands on his hips.

"It's 200 for one game. Ya get 6 darts, and ya have to score exactly 301 to win the big prize." He explained, pointing at the Dudunsparce. "Get less than 301 and you get one of the little ones. Get more, and you don't earn any prize."

Rika bounced the possibilities back and forth in her head. Scoring exactly 301 points wouldn't be impossible, but it would be rather difficult... She did trust her aim, though. If she got this right the first try, she could get that massive thing for the price of a PokeBall.

"Alright, alright." She made up her mind, fishing her wallet out of her pocket and handing over the money. The man gave her the colorful arrangement of darts, bidding her a sly 'good luck' before ducking out of the way. Rika shot her partner a cheeky grin and a wink, casually swiping her hair out of her face. "How about a good luck charm from you?"

They giggled at her slightly dramatic flair, standing up as tall as they could and looping their arms around her. The kiss they shared was brief, but full of nothing but love... And well-wishes for the dart game.

"Is that satisfactory for you?" They mused as they parted, making a point to "fix" her necktie even if it was already quite neat.

"Very." Rika let her fingers trail down their arms, lingering for as long as she could before she turned her attention back to the game she was supposed to be playing.

While this little game wasn't quite like a Pokemon battle, Rika found herself hyperfocused on achieving her goal. They motivated her to do the best they could in everything, probably just because she loved seeing them smile.

She found herself throwing darts without thought, the first finding its mark in a double twenty. The next three landed nicely in triple twenty, and the fifth barely made it onto a triple fifteen.

Rika twirled the last dart between her fingers for a moment - if she'd done the math right in her head, she was in an excellent position to land the score she needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see her partner giddy with excitement, the spark in their eye reminiscent of a star in the night sky. It was easy to get overjoyed about such a simple thing, and their joy was positively contagious.

Her hands reacted before her brain could, and she tossed the final dart. It landed on the edge of the double eighteen, wobbling precariously as though threatening to slip free... Before staying in place.

"Huh! Guess I shouldn't have expected any less from one of the Elite Four, eh?" The man behind the counter shrugged light-heartedly, before waving vaguely to the plush Dudunsparce. "It's all yours. Thanks for playing."

Rika carefully took the Dudunsparce down from where it had been hung up, slinging it around her shoulders like a weirdly thick scarf.

"So, how do I look?" She leaned toward them with a sneaky grin.

"Like my knight in shining armor." They laughed, practically throwing themselves into her waiting arms. Perhaps Bijou had gotten it from them. "You're too kind, ma chérie. Thank you."

"I'm happy if you're happy." Rika passed the giant plush to them, and they wrapped it around their shoulders like she had. "Want to get some food?"

"Sure, but what do you want to get? This'll be my treat, by the way, you've earned it." They spoke with a voice so firm it could stop a rampaging Tauros, and Rika knew better than to argue. For someone who once nearly burst into tears because they couldn't open a jar, they could be a little intimidating when they needed to be.

"Something sweet sounds good, but what would you recommend?" Rika knew exactly what she was doing by asking this - they were passionate about baking and pastries, even moreso once they'd started working with Katy. The moment she said the word sweet, they perked up, obviously considering the many possibilities.

"Well, I may be biased, but crepes are always tasty - gelato would be nice since it's hot, or maybe-" They went on and on, gesturing wildly as the pair walked aimlessly around Mesagoza. There was nothing Rika adored more than hearing them so excited about something. She loved the sound of their voice, especially when they said her name. Their light accent had a certain charm to it she could barely resist. She was especially fond of their little petname for her, and had absolutely encouraged them to call her that as much as they pleased.

"...Rika, what do you think?" They finally said, pausing in their tracks. She stopped beside them, rubbing her chin in mock thought.

"Hmmm... Gelato sounds good on a warm day like this." She stuck her hands back in her pockets. They were positively beaming, hooking their arm through hers once more. Having a point of contact was so delightful, even such a simple touch.

The couple made their way through the crowds of the Mesagoza fair, the former champion passing the stuffed Dudunsparce over to Rika when they spotted the little stall selling gelato.

The time they spent apart felt much longer than it actually was, Rika waiting patiently to the side as they chatted amiably with the young woman behind the stall. Her attention turned back to the crowds once more, watching the citizens of Paldea enjoy their time together. She swore she saw Nemona and Florian walking together, pulling two other students along with them.

It showed off the essence of Paldea quite nicely - everybody was happy, indulging in the variety of things the region had to offer. It made Rika proud to live there, proud to be part of the league.

"Rika!" They called, grabbing her hand and snapping her out of her little daze. "Let's go find someplace to sit."

"Mhmm, just one thing first." Rika said casually, setting a hand on the small of their back before scooping them up. They yelped in surprise, wrapping an arm around her to support themselves. It was lucky they hadn't dropped the gelato. "Hah, I've always wanted to see if I could do this."

"A warning would be appreciated next time." They snorted.

"No promises."

Rika walked off with her beloved in her arms, and a comically large plush around her shoulders. And, to be frank, she couldn't have been any happier.

~

Wow this took a long time to write I'm so sorry!! Ending is a little bleh but I was stuck on how to finish this

Hope you enjoy either way!!!

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[sandwichboyfriend]

Insomnia

he/they pronoun use for the reader.

scarvio goes through the day/night cycle on a set time, and doesnt change based on your current time so thats where the idea came from

Being an insomniac is hard, but moving to Paldea proved to be the best idea your mom had gone through. Having to find the "treasure" was easier, when you worked through the night. No one really checked up on you, since all they saw was a hard working young guy, who was just a workaholic.

Larry did try to get them to rest a bit before the battle, but didn't get through to the young boy. After his defeat, he offered some food, so he could at least stop and eat a proper meal, since he looked a bit tired. The trainer took the offer and had a lovely meal with Larry.

"Thank you, Larry, this was really nice"

"Anytime, (Y/n).. Please try to have some rest, you're going to overwork yourself to the bones."

They simply nodded, and waved goodbye as they left.

_____

One night, Arven was gathering ingredients for his sandwiches, and let mabostiff try to sniff out some stuff that may be laying around. Suddenly his tail started wagging hard, and started running off.

Startled, Arven runs after him. All the things that ran through Arven's mind, this definitely wasn't what he was expecting to see at all. (Y/n) was awake, and battling pokemon with what looks like some newer pokemon he's just caught.

Mabostiff reaches him, just has he's finished battling, and jumps on top of him. Not having expected it, he falls, and any fear of getting trampled on by a random Mabostiff leaves, as he realizes its definitely Arven's. He smells too clean, and like food to be anyone else's.

"Hey Arv, why are you up? its like um.." looks at his watch "it's 2 am, you shouldn't be awake."

Arven raises an eyebrow, and smiles knowingly, "Yeah I know. I sometimes wake up at to collect the berries before wild pokemon wake up. They're usually the better ones for pokemon recipes.. why are you up, though?"

(Y/n) pushes off Mabostiff from on top of him, but stays sitting on the grass. They just shrug, "I can't sleep, so I battle my lower level pokemon until I'm tired, but we're aways from that right now."

"You need to sleep, little buddy. I'm going to set up camp for us, and you're going to sleep, okay? I'll even get Mabostiff to lay on you so you don't leave." Arven suddenly gets an idea, "oh, actually that may work. He's sort of like a weighted blanket, and it's comfortable"

(Y/n) snorts, and shakes his head, "Absolutely not, he was on me earlier, and my breath was gone, Arv. He could asphyxiate me in my sleep by accident. I'm not as strong as you are, I can't handle his weight. I'd rather try to sleep with you on top of me, as the weighted blanket."

Arven's face grows warm, and he clears his throat, "I mean, it could work? I'm not as heavy as mabostiff, and I'm pretty sure you can handle my weight."

"Wh- huh? Arven I was joking. I'll try to just sleep, but if that doesn't work.. I guess we can try? Better than what I've been doing anyways; battling until I eventually get really tired."

Arven nods, "That's a terrible way of going about it. Let me set up camp then."

_____

"You really don't have to do this Arven, it's fine. Honestly-"

Arven interrupts, and argues, "you have dark circles, and bags under your eyes. This is not a way to live. You'll be in an early grave if you can't get the sleep you need."

Sighing, (Y/n) lays inside his sleeping bag and nods to Arven. Arven lowers his upper body onto their chest, and then completely lays as comfortably as he can be on them.

"Oh.. actually this is really nice. the pressure and warmth you exude is really nice, Arv. I think-," they get interrupted by their own yawn, "I think this could work."

Arven just smiles, glad his plan actually worked. Thankfully, Arven was comfortable, and warm with the blanket he had brought. Soon enough they're both asleep, and night goes by quickly.

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Arven is the first one awake. He notices that (Y/n) is still asleep, so he takes the time to really look at their features. They have fairly dark circles, with some pretty long lashes, along with some really soft looking lips, and some light freckles that you couldn't see unless you were looking hard at their face.

His eyes flutter open, and stretches a bit to wake up.

"Did you rest well? You look way less tired." Arven asks him, as he starts putting his sleeping gear away.

"Yeah, it was definitely the best sleep I've gotten in a while. Thank you Arven, it really means a lot." (Y/n) gives him a sleepy smile, rubbing the sleep out of them.

"If you want, it could be a night routine. You need to sleep more often, and I wouldn't mind sleeping with you every night." Arven gets flustered at his wording, "n-not in that way, I just um.. I just meant that you're surprisingly comfortable to lay on."

"I couldn't do that to you every day, I would feel guilty about it. You and I have stuff to do that don't align, so we'd have to-" (Y/n) giggles

Arven puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, and cuts him off, "It's okay, I wouldn't mind it. I mean, I would do anything for you, because you're worth it."

(Y/n) face heats up, and fiddle with their hands nervously, "Thanks Arven, I love you."

W-what?" Arven's face heats up, and he covers his tamato berry colored ears with his hair.

(Y/n) takes a moment to realize what they've just said, and puts a hand on his mouth.

"Oh, I didn't mean to.. I just.. hah, didn't think I'd be confessing so early in the morning, I uhm," swallowing the nerves down, and ignoring how warm his face felt, (Y/n) looked at Arven. "I think I'm in love with you. You're so nurturing and sweet to everyone, especially with your darling pokémon. For all the time we've been friends, I've fallen deeply and hopelessly for you. I don't care if you don't reciprocate, but now you know."

"Oh wow, I didn't know you'd like me back." Arven looks surprised at the sudden confession. "I thought you were way too cool to like me, especially since you're always so busy with cool projects. Kinda thought you liked Nemona, or maybe even Penny."

With a hearty laugh, he put a gentle hand on top of Arven's much bigger hand, "No, they're not my type; you are though. I really like you a lot Arven, would you go out with me?"

Arven nods, "Only if you let me treat you to my amazing breakfast sandwich."

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