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mitsukui · 3 years

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honey droplets | b.w.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x reader.

Summary: when the full moon hits the night sky, Bill can’t help but suffer a little. Thanks Merlin you are always there, right beside him.

Word Count: 1,3k.

Warnings: none! Bill and the reader bath together and mention sex, but it contains no sexual content below.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: feeling a bit iffy about this one, so I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! Domhnall Gleeson’s existence offends me in a whole new level. I’d give him my soul if he asked for it. My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention! ♡

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A tall and well-built figure could be seen standing in the balcony of their shared apartment. The full moonlight hit his face, and one could see he was a very handsome long-haired man. He had a few scars on his face, which strangely only made him look even better. However, he carried a weary expression on his face.

Bill Weasley, once again, could not sleep.

And you sensed this. You sensed he was not there, right beside you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, and searched for him with your hands patting his side of the bed. The fact that he was not there did not make you startled. Somehow, you had grown used to the fact that, once a month, he would have trouble sleeping. Sometimes, he did not even sleep at all. Such a thing shattered your heart into a billion of pieces.

After being attacked by Fenrir Greyback, Bill had not exactly turned into a werewolf. He had been lucky enough only to develop some wolfish traits; for instance, he would rather have his steaks rare every now and then, and his body had gotten a bit more of hair, which you absolutely loved.

He was also unable to have good nights of sleep during the full moon, something he had loathed ever since the attack. It was difficult for him to exactly pinpoint what he hated so much about it. Perhaps, it was the fact that the sleepless nights reminded him of how he had been marked for eternity. Losing sleep was plainly annoying as well. Or, maybe, there was a connection with how you would always stay up to keep him company.

That night was not any different.

Alongside the cool breeze that hit his shirtless body, he felt your warm arms wrapping him in a back hug and your cheek being pressed against him. The combination of cool and warm touches caused shivers to go down his spine. He smiled to himself, but guilt soon started to run in his veins.

“Go back to sleep, darling.”

“Not without you.”

“You know I can’t sleep.” His voice manifested both frustration and firmness, especially because he did not want you to face the morning to come feeling tired over him. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I can always try, right?” You leaned back, breaking the comforting connection between your skins. Your hands traveled to the sides of his body, and gave them a light squeeze, silently asking him to turn around and look at you.

His Prussian blue eyes, inherited from his father, found yours in a matter of seconds, and a grin suddenly took over your lips. You absolutely adored his eyes and, if given permission, you would spend hours getting lost in them.

While looking at his eyes, you saw deep and beautiful oceans, summer skies, and balmy waves.

Bill Weasley made you feel like you were in heaven.

“Let me take care of you.”

He slowly gave in to your request, and accepted to be taken care of. With your hands guiding him to wherever you went, you did your best to distract his mind off his frustration a bit. You talked about things that had happened at work, or about the cute baby you had seen on the streets earlier that week.

Just like that, before any of you could realize, the old bathtub that occupied most of your small bathroom was filled with hot water and bubbles. Taking baths together was a pivotal element of your ritual for sleepless nights. You would usually spend quite a long time in the water. You would talk about unimportant things, and he would laugh carelessly at your high-spirited personality.

At that moment, both of your bodies were submerged in the temporary alleviation the water offered. Despite being taller and more muscular than you, Bill had his back leaned against your chest, being extremely careful not to hurt you. Your fingers ran across his fiery long locks, and you pressed your lips gently on his temples.

“Damn, William, you’re packing.” The vibration of his laugh resonated in your chest, and you laughed along with him, feeling relieved over his relaxation. “Your significant other must be very lucky, huh? I bet that, having such a fat cock like that, you’re a love machine.”

“I’m a fuck machine.”

You laughed loudly and even snored a little bit, bringing fresh warmth to his heart. After murmuring he was, actually, ridiculous, you decided it was time to leave the bathtub, due to the falling temperature of the water.

He was the first one to stand up, and he offered you his hand as a support for you to stand up as well. In no time, you were dry and your bodies were covered by matching pajamas.

“Aww, how cheesy!” As you stared at your own reflections in the mirror, you realized how he looked a bit better. He still carried the same weary expression from before, but he did not look as dreadful as before.

“Honestly, you tear up my reputation.” He shook his head to himself, but it was crystal clear he was not upset over anything that was happening then. It was amusing how Bill held a somewhat intimidating image, but still managed to be so soft and romantic.

Deep down inside, you were wholeheartedly thankful for his behaviors, and for him never blocking you out. Although there were moments when he dismissed your cares at first, this would never last for too long. He had always accepted and embraced all of you. Even your childish comments, your desire to wear tacky matching pajamas, and your constant tries to help him as much as you could.

“Be right back. Gonna prepare ourselves some warm milk, because I’m dating a big baby.” You stood on your tiptoes and pecked his lips before leaving the bathroom.

You left him with a smile on his lips, which, however, soon disappeared. There was still a pang of guilt in his chest, but he could not lie and say he was not feeling any better after sharing a bath with you. Your touch was always so gentle and caring, and you did not seem to be bothered by his situation by any means.

How on Earth had he gotten to be so favoured, even after so many bad events that took place in his life?

A few minutes passed by, and you returned to his presence with two mugs, one on each hand. Your beaming face assured him everything was alright, and that you got his back no matter what. You would be by his side even in the middle of the night, after having an exhausting day at work, or with your heart overwhelmed by your own problems and feelings.

You would always be by his side because you loved him.

“There you go, babe.” One of your hands gave him a black mug with a steaming liquid inside of it. Another part of your ritual was to end the night with a mug of warm milk with some drops of honey. You had read somewhere that honey could help with sleeping problems, and that stuck with you for a long time. You had always eagerly grasped at things that could help him somehow.

Your own mug was taken to your lips as you sipped the drink, and your chest felt full of a sympathetic warmth. Bill, on the other hand, did not sip his drink and this did not fall into ignorance for you. When you were about to ask him what was wrong, his voice echoed in the room first.

“Come here.”

You stepped closer to him with a puzzled look on your face, but he only dismissed it with a charming wink. His fingers ran along your jawline, and his hand cupped your face right after it. He pulled you closer to him, lips soon connecting to yours.

After dedicating one or two minutes to a kiss in which you had to focus on both your lips moving in sync, and mugs being balanced in your hands, you broke away. Your eyes found each other once more, and your nuzzled your nose up against his. He rested his forehead on yours, his next words being softly whispered.

“You taste like honey.”

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #🌼 — personal: writings

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therealvalkyrie · 3 years

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Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 5

very pretty, very beautiful

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: intoxication, swearing, feelings, nightmare, fluff, mentions of a deadly car accident

AN: WHOAH OKAY. So I’ve been thinking about the last half of this chapter every second of every minute for the last two days. It has haunted my dreams, y’all. Thanks to that, you get this before the weekend! Yay! Special thanks to @ghostlightprincess, @anlian-aishang, @cant-spell-slay-without-lay, and @horseanon--simpforall for helping me edit and giving me many encouragements and compliments which, quite frankly, made my head the size of Jupiter. I love you all dearly. As always, let me know what you think in my comments/DMs/askbox!! Don’t be a stranger!! And be kind to yourself and others<3 ~valkyrie

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(read chapter 4 here)

“I think you’re very pretty.”

I think you’re very pretty?

Fuck. Shit.

“I-I-I mean,” Levi feels his throat tighten and cheeks set ablaze, “You’re very, uh, very beautiful.” He says it because it’s true, and the truth is what Levi relies on when his brain is short-circuiting. You’re more than pretty, more than something as trivial as very pretty, you’re gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes his palms sweat. Recently, you’ve been everywhere: in his bed, in his arms, in the periphery of his life even outside of the apartment. It’s overwhelming, this is overwhelming, how his hands are on you and how you’re looking up at him with insecure, anticipatory eyes. They’re glassy and red-rimmed, pupils blown to saucers.

Oh. That’s right, she’s high.

Levi lets his hand drop from the top of your head. He tries to move his other hand away from your cheek, but you grasp his wrist to keep it there. He can feel his own pulse fluttering under your fingertips.

“Very beautiful?” It’s soft, hopeful.

He forces himself not to retract the statement (because it’s true) out of self-preservation.

“Very beautiful, kid.” He can say it without stuttering this time. It’s important that you believe him, and it’s equally important that this is as far as it goes.

You close your eyes against the pet name and turn your face into his palm for a split second, press a swift kiss to it and then drop your hand to your lap. His heart stutters. He drops his hand, too.

“Thank you,” the words fall past your lips, careful and distant, as he takes a step back.

He needs some space. To get his head on straight, to scream into a pillow, to talk some sense into himself. Can’t risk this, not with you, not with you.

“Your, um, your pajamas,” he points to the end of the bed where they’re sitting in a neat pile, then turns tail and strides out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

In his room, his jelly legs finally give out and he flops onto his bed.

Fucking hell.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

What kind of question is that? Do you not think you’re pretty? Do you care if he, specifically, thinks you’re pretty, or was it intended more generally? Very pretty, very beautiful. What does that even mean?

Levi may not be eloquent in the least, may not know how to confess that you make his every breath burn in his chest, but he does know how to paint. He stands up, wiping sweaty palms on his flannel pants and examining the painting on his easel. His mom stares back, her eyes sparkling, her hair tumbling over one shoulder in ebony waves. It had taken him the last few days to get the curls just right, and when he added the last highlights of shine, it’d finally felt complete.

“Sorry, mama,” he murmurs as he lifts her to set her against the wall under the window.

A new canvas procured from his closet finds its place on the easel. He sifts through his supply drawers for a moment, setting paints and brushes and charcoal neatly on his desk.

He takes a deep breath, situates himself in his wheelie chair, and leans forward to start sketching.

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It’s 5 AM when you start screaming in a long, shuddering cry, causing Levi to jolt up in his seat, paintbrush poised over your left temple. It breaks off into sobs that make his gut twist and hands clench. A long moment, then you’re letting out another keening wail and Levi is out of his seat. Paint splatters from the brush where he drops it on his desk and his chair rolls back as he runs, ripping doors open and narrowly avoiding furniture in the dark.

You’re sprawled out, thrashing on the bed, sheets tangled with your legs. Levi sits on the edge of your bed, brows pinched in worry, and reaches for your shoulders. This is okay — he can touch you when you ask for his help. When you whimper and reach for him in your sleep, he can pull you close and smooth a hand across the planes of your back. It’s when you’re looking at him, all trusting and expectant for something, that he’s unsure.

He says your name, low and urgent, once, twice, before your eyes open mid-sob. They’re wide and terrified, your jaw tight, muscles clenched. “It’s me, kid, it’s just me,” he intones, “It was just a dream, you’re safe, it’s just me.”

Your heaving chest slows for a second, hitches somewhere in your sternum, and then you’re launching yourself forward and into him. He catches you there, steady against his chest.

“Breathe.” He sets an example with his own deep breaths.

It’s a long minute before he feels you relax at all, before he feels you sigh against his neck. Your arms are tight around his middle and you must be stronger than you look because after a while it starts to pinch. He doesn’t mind, though, just traces patterns on your back and stares at the pale wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He feels you shake your head.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

You hesitate before you whisper, “Only if you stay.”

Levi thinks about the wet paintbrush currently drying to his desk. He thinks about the mess of clothes on your floor. He thinks of the half-finished painting of you in his room. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

You pull back, and he gets a look at your face in the near-dark. Your eyes are still acutely haunted, but they’ve regained awareness. He lets you take a moment to wipe at your cheeks as he reaches to gently disentangle the sheets and spread them more carefully over your legs.

He looks up at you again to catch your sad eyes with his. Your head is tilted quizzically, knowingly, sympathetically all at once as though he were the one who just woke up screaming. It makes him itch.

“What’s that look for?” he grumbles, toeing his slippers off and tucking them under your bed.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Come here, please.”

He blinks at you for a second. That’s my line. But he goes, crawling into bed with you and slipping under the covers. He lets you tug his arm gently so that he’s on your chest. He gets comfortable there, one arm thrown over your waist and head rested over your heart. Your own arms find a home cautiously around him. You exhale with the grounding pressure of his body on yours and let your mind sink into calm release.

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The knock on your door breaks your attention from your laptop. You sigh, finish typing your sentence, and push your blue light glasses up your nose before standing up to answer it.

You’re not expecting anyone, but maybe Levi is. He’s been holed up in his room all morning, Chopin drifting lazily under his door, probably studying. Like you’ve been trying to. The second series of knocks on your door makes you jog the last few steps to pull it open.

“Hi—” the greeting dies in your throat when you see who’s standing there.

“Hi,” Annie says. She’s standing, nonchalant as ever, in her winter parka and leggings, holding two to-go cups and a pastry bag.

“What?” It’s a breathless question, genuinely confused. It doesn’t harbor the animosity you would expect — you’re not sure you can feel anything other than queasy right now.

“I got your voicemail.”

You blink in confusion. She rolls her eyes and thrusts the to-go cups at you with a brief “hold these” before reaching into her pocket for her phone. You just stare at her while she taps and scrolls for a minute. She looks the same as before you stopped speaking: blonde hair tucked into a bun at the back of her head and hoodie peeking out of the collar of her jacket. Maybe a little more tired, though Annie always seemed to be tired.

She holds up her phone for you to hear as a voicemail starts playing and, to your further shock, your own tinny voice spills out. It sounds like you’re crying, and slightly muffled.

“Annie, hi, um, I know it’s late but I couldn’t think of anyone else to call, I just,” sniffle, “I know we’re not talking and I’m still mad at you, like REALLY MAD, okay? But I couldn’t think of who else to call and long story short I think I’m in love with Levi and he might’ve just rejected me but I just couldn’t tell—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you cut in across your own voice, stepping into the hall with her and toeing the door almost shut behind you. She stops the voicemail. “But why are you here?” You know why she’s here — Annie never backs down from anything, and you had started the conversation, even if you’d been drunk and high and half asleep and you don’t really remember doing it.

“You called, here I am. That’s what best friends do.” Her tone is even.

“Not best friends who fuck their best friends’ boyfriends,” you snap, anger finally bursting from your stomach and into your throat.

She closes her eyes impatiently, sighs, then looks at you again not quite pleadingly.

“Look, if you want me to leave, I’ll leave. But I’m here now and there’s more to the story that you aren’t aware of.”

“What else could there possibly be?”

“Let’s go for a walk and I’ll tell you,” she offers, then holds up the pastry bag. “I brought coffee and donuts. They’re jelly.”

Jelly donuts are your favorite.

You look down at the cups in your hand. You look back at her steady blue gaze. More to the story.

“Fine.” You turn and kick the door open a little too harshly. “Just let me get dressed.”

She follows you in, even though you don’t extend an invitation, and closes the door softly. You put the cups down on the coffee table and watch her sit in her usual spot on the couch to wait for you out of the corner of your eye. You scowl but say nothing.

It only takes you a minute to shuck off to pajamas and pull on jeans, a sweatshirt, and boots. You don’t bother with a bra.

You knock lightly on Levi’s door and call through, “I’m going for a walk, so make sure to lock up if you leave. I have my keys.” You jingle them as evidence and he grunts in acknowledgment. “Let’s go,” you turn and address Annie, who stands.

The walk down your street to the river is short and habitual, your feet carrying you while your mind races. You can feel the anger and hurt, visceral and stabbing, in your chest. But there’s also something tender there, too, something that acknowledges how you missed your best friend. Something that screams at you to tackle her to the ground and feel her stoic comfort. Instead, you shove your hands deeper into the pockets of Eren’s jacket and kick a pebble, sending it skidding down the sidewalk.

The pair of you reach the walking bridge over the river and pause at the railing. The sky is overcast, threatening a snowstorm. A car beeps downtown, reaching you distantly. Annie hands you a coffee and a donut. You lean against the railing and avoid her gaze.

“So. You wanted to talk. Talk.” You bite into the donut.

She sighs through her nose. “I know what you saw. We… we did kiss, but we didn’t do anything else. We never had sex.”

“Hmm.” A sip of coffee.

“I know you have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m guessing you didn’t exactly listen to Reiner when you broke up with him?”

“I didn’t have time for his bullshit excuses.”

She breaks off a bit of her donut and stares at it contemplatively for a moment, “I know you don’t owe either of us anything, and this isn’t meant as an excuse, but will you listen to why, at least?”

You press your lips together, sneak a look into her devastatingly blue eyes, and nod. What harm can it do? And you have to admit there’s a large part of you that’s been wondering at the why, even if you’ve refused to hear it.

“Okay. Tell me why.”

She takes a deep breath and leans her elbows on the railing before starting to speak, low and pensive.

“I’ve known Reiner and Bertholdt a long time, since we were kids. We’ve always been this… this odd group. You wouldn’t think we were close if you didn’t know us. But it wasn’t always just us.” She pauses, looking distant. “Do you know Porco Galliard?”

Galliard… “He’s a sophomore on the lacrosse team, right?”

“Yeah. Do you know what happened to his brother?”

“He has a brother?”

“Had. Marcel. He was a year older than us but somehow ended up in our little group. And a couple of years ago, senior year of high school, we were all in a car accident. He was home on winter break and we’d all had a little too much to drink, and we convinced him to take us to Denny’s for midnight milkshakes. And, well, there was a winter storm coming in and it’d been freezing rain that week, and we crashed. Marcel died. It was… I hadn’t…” She pauses, tilting her head back to the sky, blinking away tears. “It was horrible.”

Your eyes have gone wide, cast downriver. You don’t know what you’d expected when you walked down here, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t Annie, only rivaled in her stoicism by Levi, choking back tears and wiping snot from her nose.

“Hey,” you start, voice gentler than it’s been all day. “You don’t have to—”

“No, no, I want to, just... give me a second,” she interjects, wringing out a hand. She takes a deep, purposeful breath.

“Okay,” you whisper, looking back out across the water.

“It, uh, it hit us all really hard, brought us really close together. That’s why we all ended up at school here, actually. It kinda made us realize that, like, time is limited, you know? We don’t have forever. And Bertl, he…” she smiles, watery and reminiscent. “When he asked me out, it felt like a long time coming. It was just about perfect. He felt safe and like home, and… well, you know how in love we were. But I could see that it alienated Rei, at least a bit. He tried not to show it, but I could tell he felt like a third wheel. He was already drifting away from us, still struggling with all this guilt.”

Your breath catches in your throat. That’s a familiar feeling. Guilt. And yet, you’d never noticed it in Reiner, apparently never got close enough to shine a flashlight into his darkest shadows. He’d always seemed so… sunshiney. You clearly hadn’t given him enough credit to dislodge the aura of jock frat boy he projects so brightly.

Soft dough squishes under your fingertips where you’ve resorted to playing with your food instead of eating it as Annie continues.

“And then he met you and fell in love so fast. I was so relieved, I mean, you and I were roommates and it was just perfect, right?” You look at her and see a flicker of hopefulness still there. “I thought maybe you two getting together would bring him back to us, that maybe we’d be alright after all. And at first, it did. But then you moved off campus for sophomore year and he started drifting away again, though he was at least anchored to you, this time. It scared me, it really did.”

She kicks the bottom of the railing lazily, as if to expend the sadness there rather than in her words. The first fat flakes of snow drift down around you. One dances away on your exhale.

“He’s so withdrawn, sometimes, in his own head, and I never know how to reach him there. I didn’t know if he had told you about Marcel, or anything, so I couldn’t go through you. I don’t… I didn’t know what to do, so I just... let it fester. That night, when we kissed, I hadn’t seen him physically for a month. It hurt.”

She looks at you imploringly, like the weight of everything she’s saying lies on deep hurt. You can relate to feeling as though there’s nothing but hurt and guilt and drifting.

“So I figured out where he was from his Snapchat story, abandoned my group project, and went over there to see him. I didn’t know what I’d say or do when I got there, just that I had to get him back, somehow. He was already plastered, you know how he gets, and he wasn’t listening to me, so I just… kissed him. I don’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t know you were there, I didn’t even know you saw until he called me the next day after you broke up with him to chew me out.

“So, long story short,” her voice breaks on a mournful, almost hysterical laugh, “I fucked up the three most important relationships to me in one night because I couldn’t use my words.” She wipes at wet cheeks, not looking at you. “So, um. Yeah, that’s the why, I guess. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or him, but I just… I needed you to know. It wasn’t like, this elaborate affair.”

You aren’t sure how to right your brain from the way it’s tilted off kilter. It’s so much, so different from what you’d built up in your head. There’s no conspiracy, no grand intention to break you.

Even with all this new information, what stupidly slips out first is, “Did he kiss you back?” You blanch, turn to her with wide eyes, “Sorry, that’s not exactly im—”

“No, it’s fine,” she meets your eyes. “He did kiss me back.”

“Oh. Okay, um…” you trail off, bite your lip. You don’t know what exactly to say. Your skin is tight with the urge to forgive her immediately and wholly, but logic holds you back. Now that you know the truth, you need time to heal and get some perspective. You straighten up from where you’d been slouching against the railing. “Okay. You’ve been honest, so I will be, too.”

She stands up fully as well, facing you with one hand on the railing.

“I don’t know how I feel right now,” you start. “I think I need some time and perspective. But, I… I can see now where I went wrong, too. I assumed the worst, didn’t let any communication happen.” You swallow down the lump in your throat threatening to choke your voice. “And, I wasn’t there for Rei like I should have been. I had no idea — no idea! — what he was going through.”

“Well, he didn’t exactly tell you—”

“And why is that?” Your voice breaks, squeaks with the question. “Did he feel like he couldn’t confide in me? Did I make it too much about me and my trauma? I wasn’t exactly shy about telling him my shit.” You take a long draw of coffee. “Anyway. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?”

She nods. “He’d like that.”

You’re both quiet for a moment, watching the sparse snow flurry around you. Annie finally starts eating her donut.

“I’ve missed you,” you confess into the storm. “A lot.”

“I missed you, too.”

Your chest aches with both the cold air and the conflicting feelings of relief and regret.

“Why, uh… why didn’t you tell me all that stuff about Marcel?”

She leans on the railing again, takes a sip of coffee before answering. “I was still working through it. Still am, rather. I didn’t know how to bring it up, or that it was relevant.”

You hum, nodding. “I get that.”

There’s another silence, but it feels lighter, less charged. There are still questions bouncing around your mind, but you decide it’s better to process through them on your own rather than blurting out something stupid. Perspective.

“So,” she shoots you a look under blonde eyelashes, “what’s this about you being in love with Levi?”

“Aw, shit,” you laugh, leaning your elbows back on the railing and giving her an imploring look. “It really snuck up on me.”

“Is that so? Can’t say I’m shocked.” Her tone is dry, a little amused around the last bite of jelly donut. She wipes her fingers on her leggings and faces you. “And you think he rejected you.”

“Well, I…” you cringe, thinking back to last night. “He called me very beautiful.”

“Doesn’t sound like a rejection.”

“It was the way he said it! Like it physically hurt him to admit, and then he just ran out of the room,” you whine, scrubbing a hand down your face.

“I think that’s just his emotional constipation.”

You look at her sharply, mouth agape, to catch her eyes dancing and the corner of her lip curling upward slightly. “Annie!”

“What? I’m right.” She finishes off her coffee, tilting back the cup to catch the last dregs of it. “He likes you, or he’s an idiot if he doesn’t.”

You narrow your eyes in doubt, mirroring her half-smile. “Hmm. We’ll see.”

“Yes,” she promises, crumpling up the pastry bag in her fist and stuffing it in her pocket. “We will.”

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(read part 6 here)

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gaymershigh · 4 years

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Hello! I saw your askbox and open and read your rules and you are right, it's not often I see Male×Male reader inserts in the TWST fandom. So, I'd thought I'd request some to help the cause! If I may, can I request some headcannons of dorm leaders of TWST×Male!Reader who is in their dorm and has been noticeably stressed in their schoolwork and one night is seen super stressed out and the dorm leader's fellow students pull the reader aside and hand the reader over to the dorm leader because the reader refuse to listen to anyone else?

Of course you may! Tbh, this is such a nice request, I enjoy doing multiple characters, but it's so difficult for me to write for Azul and Vil in this hc for some reason??

REMINDER: Don't overwork yourself just because you don't think it's enough! The fact that you're trying is already amazing! Please remember to take care of your health because you matter! 💜

Triggers: None!

Dorm Leaders dealing with a stressed Male!Reader

Ever since Riddle got a text from Trey and its about his boyfriend doing his schoolwork on ungodly hours he was worried, very worried.

He wants to come to you and make a 2 hour speech about how you shouldn't overwork yourself but he barely has anytime as well, he's a very busy man as well.

So he decided to order your friends, Ace and Deuce to tell you to not overwork yourself. Hell, he even prepared a script for them.

Of course, it didn't work. It was so obvious it was from a script because Deuce sounds so robotic and Ace kept correcting Deuce. Your stubbornness makes it even more awkward and worse.

He ordered Trey and Cater this time, with a whole new script too.

They did a good job and all, but it also failed because your ass is so stubborn and Cater is pretty impatient and kept using his phone.

This only made you stressed out even more because these mofos probably dont understand how you feel.

Deuce's dense ass noticed this and told Ace about it. And that's how Ace got a big brain idea.

You were screaming, usually, the ADeuce duo usually stays at your dorm to chill while you do your work and NOT drag you to their dorm.

They shoved you to Riddle's room and what you're not expecting was your boyfriend showing a very worried face.

He immediately hugged you tightly before you could say a word. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek.

“My sweetheart, please don't overwork yourself, it's unhealthy for you. From now on, only work yourself for 2 hours max. Come now, let's drink some tea together.”

He knows that something's up when you haven't been hanging out with him for a while.

He misses his herbivore so much, he misses cuddling his boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit.

When he found out you've been doing your schoolwork 24/7 by Ruggie, his response is indecisive but on the inside he's bothered.

Since he's too lazy to move on his very comfortable position, he threatened ordered his dorm members to convince you to stop overstressing yourself.

Knowing Savanaclaw, of course they failed, there was no hope to begin with. It was a disaster. They tried but they're way too intimidating for you to even listen to their words. Thank god Ruggie was there to bail them out so it wasn't too awkward.

This made Leona very moody. Not only he cannot snuggle with you, his plan failed and he now forces himself to sleep alone in pain. Boohoo.

Ruggie can't stand this man's temper tantrums so he just snatched you away from your dorm and toss you to a sleeping Leona.

The lazy lion woke up immediately when he recognized your scent. Since he's still sleepy however, he just pulled you to his bed and hugged you close with his tail wrapped on your leg

“Hmph, you chose your schoolwork over me and had the audacity to not meet up for the entire week? You're not going anywhere this time, especially with you in my arms.”

He won't blame you to be honest. He overworks himself too and ignore your warnings multiple times. However, that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it.

He at least has time to spend with you but you didn't. Of course that made the octopus upset and he's not gonna five up when it comes to you.

He stalks you everytime he gets the chance. Your stressed expression really displeases him. He wants to do something about this so bad but he doesn't want to disturb his already stressed boyfriend.

Jade caught on to Azul's bizarre behavior and he cam up with an idea to surprise both of you.

“Kidnapping shrimpy? Ok!” of course Floyd would say yes, it's Floyd.

You're screaming in distress and confusion. Just a second ago you were messaging your temples because you couldn't mesmerize what Mr. Trein taught you and now you're getting kidnapped by the Leech twins, what a surprise. An unwelcome one at that.

Azul was shocked when he hears your cries as the twins dropped you off his room, still tied in ropes and leaving like nothing happened.

Azul untied you, explaining theories as to why they would do such things, but when he does got the right answer, he blushed in embarrassment. He caused this.

He placed a soft kiss and holds your hand gently.

“I apologize for causing a huge ruckus. It's just I missed you when you barely replied to my calls and texts and you kept working and that made me worried sick! I'm sorry that I sound selfish but.. Could you stay here a bit longer, please?”

Oh dear. How could you say no to that?

Ok first of all how could you even ignore him? He always keep coming to you and basically screaming at you.

Your stress may could have took the you over and may accidentally snapped at him for being too noisy.

This made him sad and left the room. BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU GOT SOME PEACE AND QUIET AM I RIGHT?

But if you think that's gonna make him upset??? You're his wonderful boyfriend! His treasure! No matter what, just seeing thinking of you makes him happy again.

This didn't last as you kept ignoring his daily chat with you and his messages and calls. This wasn't okay.

This genuinely made him stressed as well, he probably doesn't even exist to you anymore. Despite it just being 2 days if felt like forever since you talk to him or even looking at him with a smile.

Kalim wanted to spend fun times with his boyfriend like always. Not just sit there and look at him groaning at the worksheet every now and then.

He missed you so much. Even though he sees you, it just doesn't feel the same.

He got less happier as the days go by, everyone got worried sick. Even Jamil felt disturbed about it, usually he would be living the life when Kalim's quiet.

Everything's the usual today. Kalim visiting you and he's quiet again. You of course felt bad but you really need to pass this test.

But out of nowhere, you kept getting text messages from Jamil screaming to you about talking to Kalim and how pathetic he looks when sad.

When you turned around, your heart shattered to pieces. There it is, a sad Kalim in tears, curling himself on your bed to at least have your scent on him.

You stopped what you're doing and hop on tour bed and press his face against the crook of your neck, muttering sorry.

“Ahhh! I miss you so much,habibi!(my love) please don't overwork yourself and ignore me! I love you so much and seeing you date your homework then dating me hurts me! Please dont leave me! I'll be the best boyfriend ever!”

Who do you think you are, to ignore your lover's calling just for a paper of misery? How foolish.

Vil understood that your future is important to you, but do you really need to worry when you're dating the Vil Schoenheit? The beautiful, rich man who spoils you every single day?

Not only that, stress causes wrinkles and you're also ruining your sleep schedule?! Unacceptable.

He kept ranting to you about how greasy your hair and how big the bags under your eyes are.

To the point you have to lock your door to refrain him for entering and rant. You're already stressing out and there's literally no way you're going to hear about your dramatic boyfriend moan about your appearance.

He kept calling and texting you and you also ignore that. If anything you gave good morning texts or either leave him on read.

And he's not tolerating that.

His job was easier to handle than the others. He can just ask Rook to kidnap you and he would oblige and do so in an instant.

And he just did that.

Unlike the others, you know exactly what's going to happen when Rook is violently dragging you to Pomefiore. He's going to put you in Vil's room, listen to him rant for a few hours and do beauty things or whatever.

Well, have of that did happen when Rook closed Vil's door. He did rant but what your not expecting was him being very gentle and sweet.

“I knew it, you got increasingly worse. Oh well, I will refix this mess later. But for now, you should rest right beside me. No leaving no matter the circumstances, you understand, potato?”

I mean, of course you're gonna ignore him, he's just a gross, weeby loser. There's no way he can impact your life positively in any single way. If anything, he probably causes trouble to his you anyway.

He doesn't really wanna stop you, he really cherishes you and your choices even if they're not good and losing someone like you is probably gonna take years to move on to.

Poor Ortho, he needs to hear his brother rant about his boyfriend not being able to see nor play games with because he's busy working himself.

But this made Ortho worry. Not only id his brother is sad but you're risking your health to do schoowork! That's no good.

This made you confused. Ortho kept muttering about your health status to himself everytime you pass by the hallways.

And everyday, your stress levels increase and your health is deteriorating.

He needs to make you rest at all cost but he knows your stubborn. So he has to do one thing that makes your knees weak.

His very own special puppy eyes.

Ortho innocently dragged you to Idia without either of you guy's knowledge.

When Idia finds out, he immediately apologized for the inconvenience he caused and you might have to be the one to comfort him.

“I'M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY! I just really wanted to play games with you and hangout with you like usual.. Eh? You will?? REALLY!?”

At first, the fae didn't even realise you are stressing despite showing a few signals.

Until you start ignoring him. Then you got a pouty Malleus. (aw)

He doesn't understand why you're struggling with Mr. Divus' homework, it seems so easy to him, why is it so hard for you?

That made you upset and he still doesn't know why.

He never had a boyfriend like you before so of course he's not gonna understand gen z struggles. Spare him please.

Lilia gave him some tips, only for it to be tricks and make you more upset. snide mf

Seeing a sad Malleus made Sebek upset, then mad.

He asked Lilia what's wrong with his young master.

And when he found out you're replacing him with your schoolwork and then for some reason 'stressing' about it??

How rude!

Sebek kept nagging at you to stop working and pay attention to your damn boyfriend but you couldn't care less about Sebek and his shenanigans.

You only start sweating when he suddenly yanked your arm and dragged you to Diasomnia.

And what you see is a pouty Malleus playing with his little game.

When you sat next to him, he immediately wrapped you in his arms.

“My darling, I plead for you not to pressure yourself in something that only destroys you even more. What progress you have done is enough for today but as of now, you need rest. Release all your negativity away, love.”

This is literally my second work but I already feel like a failure.

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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Late Night Voices || Todoroki x Reader

so I’m not doing too well in the emotional department these days so I thought, what better way to channel that than through writing? I’m sure I’ve done similar stuff in the past, but I’m trying my best to find new ideas while I write my fanfics. Y’all can always drop by the askbox, it’s always open for requests! <3

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It was almost 3 am, complete silence reigning over the dorms, and you were still tossing and turning in your bed, unable to even be able to close our eyes without recalling the events that happened that afternoon.

You knew that dating one of the most popular guys in all of Yuuei would have its consequences, but when it involved other people trashing you and talking behind your back it became something you wished you could overturn. They didn’t know about your own personal struggles with confidence and self-loathing, or maybe they did – it all mattered none to you, a few tears already rolling down your temple and onto the soft pillow below. The cruel remarks you had to endure became only whispers whenever they saw you two together, yet they still clung to your heart like daggers that slowly tore apart at the flesh, leaving all of you exposed for them to make fun of.

You had been dating for little over a year and he had always taken care of you, no matter the situation; he knew all of your soft spots, your weaknesses, what made you happiest and what you couldn’t tolerate. Even if you didn’t talk with him about the current situation, you suspected he already had even the slightest idea but were pretty thankful he didn’t rush into it alone.

Just as if you had summoned him somehow, your phone vibrated next to you, revealing the one picture you had chosen as his contact image: it was Shouto just smiling during one of your many festival dates, but it had fireworks in the background, illuminating his face just enough for only his flawless profile to be on full sight. You couldn’t help but tear up even more, still biting back the need to let it all out.

‘Just woke up from a nightmare. As soon as you read this in the morning, let me know so I can come over for a bit.’

He did that every time he had a bad dream that involved you getting hurt in any way, yet he hadn’t directly told you that – you discovered it one night he stayed over, hearing his soft cries for you and the frown that adorned his usually calm expression. It was sweet, but that night you couldn’t really wait a few hours more to see him.

‘I’m still awake. You can come over if you want.’

You waited but there was no reply, and you wondered if he had already gone back to sleep, though it was highly unlikely seeing that it took him some time to get his mind off the bad things. Letting out a sigh, you rested your head on the pillow again and closed your eyes, focusing on humming your favourite song while trying your best to keep your mind off everything else.

Until you heard the knocking at the door.

It startled you to say the least yet you still got out of bed as fast as you could, grabbing a nearby sweater to cover you up a bit. Behind the door stood a sleepy Todoroki, the bags under his eyes slightly more noticeable than usual and his dual-coloured hair all messy. He was wearing a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants with no shoes at all, and he was holding his own toothbrush on one hand and a glass of water on the other, handing it to you as soon as he saw you.

- Would you mind explaining why you’re still awake? – He whispered as you took the drink and took a long sip, but you didn’t reply as you made your way back to the bed after leaving the glass on top of your bedside table. Closing the door, he followed and sat next to you, one arm carefully wrapping around your shoulders. – I can tell I’m not the only one with a busy mind. Care to share what’s going on?

And you just broke down in his embrace, burying your face on his chest as you cried out loud and told him everything that had been happening, although you tried your best to evade speaking any names just so that he didn’t get any angrier than he already was. Shouto could only hug you as tight as he could without hurting you, letting you vent out the stress you had been piling up. His warmth was soothing and his scent seeped through to you and made you feel at home, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down as you kept weeping on him even after you finished talking.

Shouto made no attempt of getting you off him, instead bringing one hand to the top of your head to gently caress your hair. It was the growing headache that ultimately made you pull away from the hug, burying your face on your hands and wiping your wet cheeks until there was nothing else coming out. – I… I’m sorry f-for this, - you muttered, your voice feeling rather raspy and your spirits just a bit raised. You were grateful he showed up just in time but at the same time the fear you had just overwhelmed him with your problems crept at the back of your mind, something that made you face the other way from him. – If you want, we could just…

But you could never finish that sentence as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you against him as he placed a small kiss on your nape that sent a tingling wave down your spine. – Do you want to know what actually attracts me about you? – He muttered against your skin, his hot breath doing less to calm you down than what you expected. – Your spontaneity. You always know what to do even when something catches you off-guard, it’s truly fucking fascinating. – A smile appeared on your lips at the swearing, and you didn’t dare to correct him. – I love how you’re always willing to help those around you, and how you never expect anything in return. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you like, or when you see a cute video or a puppy on the streets.

- I love that you’re never afraid to face any problems, and how loyal you are to your friends. I love that you’re willing to endure many things if it means being happy at the end, and I love you even if you choose to keep that for yourself. I love you because you’re you, and I wouldn’t want you in any other goddamn way.

Somehow, only Shouto knew the right way to make you come back to Earth after having an episode like this, and although you knew it wasn’t a permanent solution it’d do for the time being. Leaning more and more against him, you threw your head back softly on his shoulder and looked up at him – he was giving you an earnest smile, and the sight alone made you forget every little bad thing that remained inside your head. – How come I got so lucky to have you? – You asked more rhetorically than seriously, but it surprised you when he took the time to answer.

- (Y/N), it was me who truly got lucky to date you, - he said with the sweetest voice he had ever spoken to you in, - and I’d do anything in my power to make you believe you are worth more than you think.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his as he hugged your waist this time. The kiss soon deepened as you carefully sat on his waist but he leaned down on the mattress, bringing you along and making you laugh as you rolled off him. – Hey, I was busy there, - you laughed as you jokingly slapped his shoulder, but you knew that just having him there with you sufficed your every need.

- I wouldn’t care less about messing around but I don’t want you to miss your alarms tomorrow, - he explained as he kissed your forehead one more time before pulling the covers up and waiting until you got in with him. Cuddling you close, he exhaled and you closed your eyes, feeling the needles in your heart slowly backing off. – Sweet dreams now, princess. I’ll be here in the morning.

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fictional-worlds-are-exquisite · 3 years

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i am out there!! i'm glad you liked it! i'm definitely trying out the recipe you left in the tags. it sounds way better than just banana and peanut butter. i always have to pay a lot of attention when i type banana because i've ended up with "bananana" way too many times

i was planning to run straight to your askbox the second i saw you replied but then the end of the semester happened and it killed me. hopefully i'm done with it now

i do exactly the same thing with height! if you tell me your height in feet i have absolutely no idea how tall that is. if you say that in centimetres that's easy. i mean you're 155cm so that's 12cm shorter than me. when you told me that in feet i was like okay cool i have no idea how much shorter than actually is

i love birds!!! so that seems awesome! i am now titling you the queen of birds. and i'm glad your vacation was good! i think i saw a couple of posts you made about it so it definitely does seem like a lot of fun! and did you ever figure out completely what that see through animal (?) in the sand was? i had no idea stuff like that even existed so now i'm invested in knowing what it is

i am 100% hiring you for my coming out party i'm throwing in a couple of years. it's gonna be fun. if we don't get immediately kicked out i promise good food and some spicy drama between my homophobic relatives and my accepting relatives! and my brother's, who i already came out to, dry commentary

i was definitely not the one you told about burma trails! but from the tags i'm just gonna say how is that allowed and why does it seem like a weird type of torture? i hate it, i probably would've had a heart attack 3 seconds in

oh yeah i actually can't tell most of the time if the memories from my childhood are actual memories or if it's just a combination of having seen photos and heard stories about it

my glasses prescription is fine i think. my eye doctor said that i get headaches from glasses because... well i tried to explain this and then deleted it all because it was a very scientific explanation when she said it and i zoned out pretty much halfway through and even the part that i did understand i can't translate to english! but it has something to do with the fact that with contacts it's enough to move my eyes in the direction i want to look at and with glasses i have to move my whole head and my brain got so used to contacts that it overdoes it with the eye movements when wearing glasses? i dunno. this is the best i can do in explaining it

i must admit i'm very jealous of the never snows part because while snow is pretty to look at it's absolutely freezing! for the past week i slept under a duvet, three blankets while wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt and i still woke up cold. because for a couple of nights it was around -22°C. it's great

ohhh you got pretty lucky as a kid then! my kid self would have absolutely lost it at getting the equivalent of 5/10 bucks. i probably would have bought so much candy

excellent!!! hope you’re enjoying the vague void from whence you came! i’ve never said whence before in my LIFE i wonder if i used it correctly. anyway. the actual recipe was way more specific but once i saw ‘2 frozen bananas’ and looked at all the sliced bananas in my fridge, having no idea how many there were, i just started improvising sdfkhsdfs. I’d be interested to try it with yoghurt though if I can get some dairy free plain stuff, I’m sure I can somewhere. Banana used to be my biggest problem when I was younger. Then I learnt words like occasion and necessary and embarrassed and I realised the more english I tried to learn, the worse my life was gonna get. And I was right. On the bright side, developing an inability to ever spell occasion correctly made banana seem a lot easier to handle.

that is fair. end of semesters are rough. i cannot function during them at all. i hope everything chills out for you!! i’m not sure how the school year is over there but maybe it’s break time? that’d be nice. but rest in peace anyway, enjoy being dead! they say necromancy is frowned upon in all societies but I reckon it’s just called making a friend when you’re dead so maybe you wanna take that up as a hobby! I’ve heard it’s nice this time of year!

yup! sometimes I’m like oh you’re 5 foot 4? that sounds way taller than me. but it...it really isn’t...it’s like an extra 8cm or something. which adds up! but in my head I was picturing a MUCH taller height. In my head I think I picture 6 foot and 5 foot 4 as the same height, now that I think about it.

!!!!! my first order as queen of birds is to meet a morepork face to face so we can chat about the price of pork these days. yes!! the first half was nice but the second half was really fun. my best guess is still that it’s a salp? Maybe? So many salp pictures are massive groups of them but like,, from what i can tell of singular photos,,, it was maybe that? I guess the only other possibility is it’s just some clear jellyfish but salp does seem more likely. At first I was like oh duuude boob implant for the ocean!! but then I realised it actually seemed kinda alive and was probably an actual creature. my bad.

excellent. i’ll break any tension by dropping the vampire act for the mouse act. will do backflips for cheese. will bite ankles for homophobic comments. Will pull a knife out of god knows where, not to threaten anyone, just to clean my nails with to make everyone nervous. I offer many services. I’m flexible. And I love me some good food.

I actually DON’T know the reason behind burma trails. I really don’t. The reason ‘it’s a fun activity!’ seems a little fake. if it’s a fun activity then why did Mrs. G. tell us a horror story about the forest before we went out to navigate said forest at night, blindfolded, surrounded by wildlife and parents supervising (*cough* waiting for the opportunity to jump out at you *cough*) with a teacher at the end waiting to scare us. So we can learn how to navigate the forest in the dark? So we learn how to follow a mysterious rope INTO the forest at night? seems dodgy to me. school camps be like [drives you out to forest] follow this rope and don’t take your blindfold off. like. bruh. i almost DID have a heart attack one time, I got stuck like something was holding my leg. First thought-ah, must’ve got my leg stuck in a big stick. Second thought-maybe this is one of the parents fucking around, it feels more like a grip than a twig. Third thought-I cannot get my leg free no matter what I do what the fuck is HAPPENING so I started crying out for help. When they FINALLY came they found nothing my leg was caught on so that was fun. love that for me. I was able to move as soon as they arrived. That’s not weird at all. anyway.

I think most of my early memories are just from stories I’ve been told and photos I’ve seen. My memory tends to be horrible I highly doubt I remember that one time I was eating dirt from the garden out in the yard gleefully. I just saw the photo evidence. mm spaghetti. bone apple teeth. my character hasn’t changed at all since I was a wee babe.

ohhhh okay. I think I get what you mean by that. Thank you for trying to explain! That’s really interesting. I guess I do move my head a lot with glasses. Although I have massive glasses so it’s probably easier for me to just move my eyes where I want. I reckon with smaller glasses I’d have to move my head way more.

the temperature comment is so funny because during the heart of winter i tend to sleep with a sheet, a blanket, a duvet, then 2-4 blankets on top while in a long sleeve shirt and long pants and sometimes bed socks and often a hottie (i’ve never realised how that sounds out of context...a hot water bottle...is calling it a hottie normal or is a my family thing? is this a nz thing? now i’m questioning myself). in my uni accommodation last year we didn’t have proper heating during most of winter and well. there was a quilt added to everything else. every blanket i could find. how cold does it get here in winter? rarely ever past 0 degrees celsius. I would literally die in your position, clearly. I could not survive that. Props to you for making it through aha.

yesss. Before when I found five dollar notes it’d be on the street and I’d be like oh no! Mum we have to hand this into the police station! It’s a lot of money, someone will be looking for it! Understandably she was like,, lindsey they might miss it but there’s not really any way you can find them,,, I still refused to spend it. That was like my first time really getting that much money for myself. The dairy on main street sold lollies for 10 cents each and they had like, 30 different lil glass boxes so you’d go I want 3 of 26, 5 of 7, ohhh and 5 of 13 please! I dunno if they’re still 10 cents each but I thought it was the best thing ever as a kid. I think I wanted to save the money though sfdjsdkfhs put it in my piggy bank to save up for something ‘super cool’. Aka probably like a neat soft toy to sleep with sdfsdkfs.

#Anonymous #i wrote the majority of this reason like a couple hours after you sent it #then i went to bed because it was late. thinking to myself. oh i'll finish the last bit in the morning!#but of course in the morning the lil 1 didn't show up above mail and it was located in my drafts now so my dumb ass was like ah yes #absolutely nothing to respond to here!#i should know by now i never remember if i save things to drafts sfjshkdfhsdf #anyway #i REMEMBERED. a few days late. BUT i didn't just forget entirely so! there's that!#now i'll finish the last bit of the response and edit the incomprehensible tired mumbling parts #although i'm currently overheating so now it'll be incomprehensible overheated brain parts! fun!#no i cannot handle cold temperatures no i cannot handle 'hot' temperatures i can handle like a one to two degree range #and nothing else. life is. a trip.#I still don't know what to call dairy's when talking to people outside nz #corner store? they're not always on corners. convenience store? maybe. small shop? idk dude #i don't quite know the correct thing to equate them to.#but they sell lollies sometimes. that's the main point here sdkjhskdf #now to decide what I'm doing tonight #play stardew valley. watch someone else play stardew valley on youtube. stare at my ceiling thinking about stardew valley. do the dishes #earlier today i was like maybe...maybe i'll watch a movie...add some variety to my life...#i wanted to rewatch whatever movie has that song that is like agggooonnnyyyyyy #that's the only word i remember from the song. so it's that. or...well...back to my obsession

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occasionally-writing · 4 years

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Show Me Love

A/N: I finally finished everything I had waiting for me in my askbox. I’m gonna take a bit of a break and then maybe I’ll take prompts again tonight or something. I’m not sure. Anyways, here ya go anon! I decided to base their one off the small paragraph thing I posted yesterday so the last paragraph will look like the one that I had written out before. Other than that, I really hope you like it anon <3 tagging @whyamistillwatchingtheseshows because morksun!

Summary: When Mork wakes up, he wakes up to his annoyingly cute boyfriend before he has to deal with Sun’s early morning antics while getting ready to open the cafe.

Word Count: 1227

Letting out a groan as he began to wake up, Mork grumbled something before his eyes fluttered open, taking in the sunlight that was shining through Sun’s thin curtains. His day had just started like it always did, cuddled into Sun’s arms as he woke up in his bed with their clothes scattered everywhere around the room, a sign of their late night of sweet passion. Letting out a groan as his lower body ached, Mork sighed and glanced to his side, taking in a sleeping Sun, his face peaceful and void of any stress that could be visible during the day while he dealt with the cafe. Letting his scowl fade to something warmer, Mork leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Sun’s hair, gently pushing his arm away so that he could scoot off the bed without waking him. Stretching out once he was free and standing, Mork searched around the room for his boxers before he found them, slipping them on as he pulled his shirt off the lamp shade. Tugging it on, Mork yawned and looked at the time, rubbing his eyes when he noticed that he had enough time to shower before he had to open up the cafe. Moving towards Sun, Mork nudged him and rolled his eyes at the groan his boyfriend let out.

“Get up. We have an hour before the cafe has to open. I’m going to go take a shower,” Mork muttered as he crossed his arms, watching the way Sun’s eyes fluttered open and looked at him, the nice sleep he was in earlier still clinging to them. Letting out a yawn, Sun slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, turning his clearing eyes towards his boyfriend as Mork tried not to chuckle at the major bedhead Sun was sporting. Running his fingers through his hair, Sun pushed the covers off and moved to stand up, Mork getting a flash of his boyfriend’s naked body. “And for God’s sake, find your boxers and put them on.”

“Why, it’s not like you haven’t seen everything before,” Sun snorted out, but doing as Mork asked as he let his eyes gaze around the room, obviously looking for his boxers. Letting out a grunt at what he said, Mork turned his back to Sun and moved to step out of the room, freezing as arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist and a bare chest was pressed against his back. Closing his eyes, Mork hoped Sun was wearing his boxers as he turned around, peering down and hiding a sigh of relief when he saw that he was. Clicking his tongue when a kiss was pressed against his cheek, Mork allowed it before he gently pushed Sun away, giving a warning look as he headed towards the door, still wanting to take a shower. “Can I join you?”

Shooting him a look that made Sun cackle, Mork slammed the door on his boyfriend and darted towards the bathroom, closing the door as soon as he got in. He knew that Sun wouldn’t go against his wishes if he truly didn’t want to do something, but there was still a chance that his boyfriend wouldn’t be able to wait. Getting through the shower with no problem, Mork quickly dried off and tied a towel around his waist, making his way out of the bathroom. Stepping back into Sun’s room, Mork noticed that his boyfriend wasn’t around so with a sigh, he picked out his clothes for the day and settled for a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and the shirt that Sun had gotten him for his birthday that officially made them boyfriends. Smiling softly at the shirt, Mork pulled it on and smoothed out the wrinkles, ruffling his hair dry with the towel. Styling it, Mork decided to keep his bangs down for the day as he tossed the towel into the hamper and stepped out of the room to hear the clatter of someone getting things ready for the cafe to open. Slipping on his shoes, Mork jogged down the stairs and leaned against the wall as he noticed Sun, dressed and cleaned up, nothing like how when he first woke up. Feeling eyes on him, Sun turned and flashed Mork a bright smile before he nodded towards where his apron was hanging, silently telling him to get it on and turn the sign to open. Doing as he was told, Mork let Sun tie the apron on him before he was turned around and they softly pressed their lips together, Mork pulled away as he cleared his throat and slid around Sun, walking towards the sign so he could turn it.

“The sign’s turned, no more kisses!” Mork announced sternly, shooting Sun a look with his eyebrows raised. Letting a pout lay heavy on his lips, Sun huffed and grumbled something that had Mork smirking as he walked around the counter, getting ready to take orders as the bell to the cafe rang. Giving Sun the order, Mork stood still as his boyfriend’s hand rested on the small of his back as he handed the customer her order, obviously standing a bit closer than what was originally intended. Turning towards him, Mork arched his brow at the grin Sun had on his lips before his boyfriend pressed a quick kiss to his blushing cheek, cackling when Mork swatted at him and smacked him with a dish towel. “Get out of here! We got customers!”

By the time it was closing time, Mork finally took in a deep breath as he hung up his apron and moved towards the sink, knowing that he had dirty mugs waiting to be washed. Keeping his mind on the soothing action of washing them, Mork didn’t notice the feet that were growing close to him until they were right on him. Almost dropping the mug he was trying to wash, Mork was glad that the cafe was just closing and all of the customers had left and the place was empty. Turning to face his boyfriend with a blush slowly filling his cheeks, Mork scowled at the smirk that was on Sun’s face as he leaned against the counter, the smiling just telling Mork that he knew what he was doing. Turning his back to him again, Mork finished up with washing the mugs before arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist and a chest was pressed firmly against his back. Letting out a sigh as he let himself be held, Mork placed his hands onto Sun’s from where they were resting against his stomach. Staring at the soapy water that was still resting in the sink, Mork huffed when he heard Sun’s teasing question about if he was going to reply or not to his confession of love. He knew that Sun knew that he wasn’t good with words, so did he really expect Mork to say something? Feeling a kiss being pressed against the back of his neck, Mork felt his breath hitch before he spun in Sun’s arms, deciding to show him his response through an action and not through words. Pulling away when he felt Sun’s hands land on his waist, Mork played with the hair at the back of his boyfriend’s neck as it was his turn to smirk.

“Does that answer your question, P’Sun?”

#dark blue kiss #morksun #my writing #thanks for requesting!

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hey i've got a pretty specific ask, but it's long and doesn't all fit in the askbox so I'm gonna split it into 3 separate asks - but it's all the same prompt!!! sorry that it's so long, but I'd love to see you write it if you have time!

Request: Shiro'sfem!reader s/o meeting up with Lance and Keith when back on earth andthey're accompanied by an old female friend of theirs from theirclass at the garrison (garrison girl - GG for short but you can nameher whatever). GG notices that s/o is wearing Shiro's military dogtags and is silently like ‘that should be me’ cos she’s been inlove with him since pre-kerberos but it was unrequited because shewas younger and keith’s buddy so ‘big bro’ Shiro only ever sawher as that. (1 of 3)

SoShiro joins them all in the evening at a bar and is all love-y withhis s/o upon arrival + GG is all ‘TAKASHI I MISSED YOU’ and grabshim into a huge hug and for the rest of the night is overly flirtyand trying real hard to make s/o jealous and start a fight but s/o isamused like ‘gurl he loyal AF good luck’ cos she can see thatalthough Shiro is enjoying GG’s company, the neutral body languagehe uses with her and the look of romantic disinterest in his eyes forGG is super clear. (2 of 3)

Softpost night out reassurance to S/O from Keith/Lance when they get home(after Shiro falls asleep) that space dad's only interested in hiss/o and she will never have anything to worry about and that shirowould only ever give his tags away when he was certain the otherperson was the one forever. [tbf this part could actually be separatefrom the rest of this ask if you prefer] ALSO Man I’m soooooo sorrythis was LONG and super specific hahahahaha thanks!! [3 of 3]

Her attempts weregood, at least.

She was clearlytrying hard. Every little giggle that escaped her mouth, or the wayshe would slap Shiro's arm whenever he said anything remotely funny.The way she would practically throw herself across his lap toexaggerate just how hilarious theman was.

Itwas a good try, but one that was clearly falling flat.

Youdidn't want to be that person. Thatperson who was so protective over their significant other thathanging out with the opposite gender was banned, off limits, nothappening. Those types of people were annoying, clearly with mildtrust issues.

Andyou trusted Shiro. That much was clear by the way you were sitting sopatiently between Keith and Lance, watching the show unfold.

Shirohad arrived only five minutes late to the meal Lance had planned forthe day. He had wanted to get to know Hannah, who was an old familyfriend of Shiro's. You had met her once or twice before; oncewhenever you and Shiro weren't dating, and that gave you plenty oftime to understand just how she felt about your now-boyfriend.

Shehad always had a crush on him, you knew. From the way she blushedwhenever he walked up to her, or the way she always stiffened at theside of him whenever he addressed her. He called her 'Han' a lot ofthe time, a quirky nickname which was all in good fun, though Hannahtook it as more than that, apparently.

Thedinner was going well in your eyes. Hannah was quite simplyembarrassing herself, which didn't take away from the fact that yourfettuccine alfredo tasted incredible.

“So,Shiro,” Hannah started once again. She had started almost everysentence she had spoken with those two words. “Tell me more aboutthe Garrison, then. What happened to you and Matthew?”

Youinwardly shivered at the way she used Matt's full name. Lance andKeith nearly choked trying to hold back their laughter.

Shirowas oblivious to the ongoing inside joke being passed between you andthe two boys. He turned to his friend, smiling like he always did.Her face turned beetroot red at the attention and she quickly took asip of her water in an attempt to hide any evidence.

“Wedon't wanna talk about that here,” Shiro said. “It was a badtime. We're here to have fun, right?”

Shiroreached over the table and took your hand at the question. Hannah'ssmile immediately wavered, whilst you smiled at Shiro and nodded,intertwining your fingers and running your thumb soothingly over hisknuckles.

“Right,”Lance hollered. “Han, you're the guest of honour. Tell us a bitabout you.” Keith's face was red as he tried to hold backhis laughter, and you swiftly kicked him under the table in anattempt to tell him to shut up.

Hannahraised her perfectly plucked eyebrows, folding her arms over herchest as Shiro pulled his hand back. She seemed to relax at theaction, though Shiro's eyes were still on you, a silent question:“What's going on with Lance and Keith?”

Youshook your head in reply, waving your hand to inform him that youwould tell him everything later.

“OnlyShiro calls me Han,” Hannah said. She didn't miss the opportunityto run her fingers over Shiro's arm, which made Keith and Lance bothsplutter with laughter. “Anyway, there's not much to tell. Shiroand I have been friends for as long as we can remember, and he'salways been a big help in my life, you know? We met-”

“Theyasked about you, Han,” Shiro cut in. “Not about our friendship.I'll tell them all about that later on.”

Keithcovered his face at this point, nearly spitting up his onion ring ashe tried to bite back even more bubbling laughter. Lance was coveringhis mouth, silent tears of joy rolling down his cheek at thesituation.

Youcould feel your own amusement bubbling to the surface, and youquickly took a drink of your water in an attempt to hide it.

Thenight continued on like this – poor attempts at flirting, Shiro'sodd bursts of PDA which made Hannah's entire body tense up. She knewyou two were together – the second time you had the 'privilege' tomeet her, you and Shiro didn't hide the fact that you were a couple.

Shewas just trying to win something now.

Gettingback home, you, Lance and Keith were finally allowed to let loose thebubbles of laughter you had been trying to hide the entire night.

Shirowent straight to bed as soon as he was in the door, pecking yourcheek goodnight before grumbling about how full he was until hisvoice became nothing but a dull pang againstthe thick walls of the ship.

Assoon as the door closed, you ran your hands through your hair. Keithand Lance fell back against the sofa, howling in uncontrollablelaughter.

“Didyou see whenever she dropped her napkin and tried to get Shiro topick it up for her?” Lance exclaimed, throwing his head backagainst the cushions he had just squashed. “Oh my God, how you kepta straight face out there, Y/N, I have no idea.” You shookyour head. “I don't know how I did it, either. It was soembarrassing.”

“Atleast you know he's loyal,” Keith commented, coming down from hishigh a lot quicker than Lance was. “You have nothing to worryabout. Seriously. We all saw how he was with you tonight.”

Youarched a brow as you slid off your dress coat, revealing the plaingrey shirt you wore underneath. “How he was?”

“Shiro,”Keith confirmed. “Don't pretend like you didn't notice. He was allover you tonight. It made our Han quite mad.” “Oh, mybaby,” Lance squeaked through his laughter.

Yourolled your eyes. Shiro had never been one for PDA, and the oddholding of your hand or the odd smile sent in your direction wasn'tenough for you to believe that that part of his personality hadchanged, though it certainly was different from what you were usedto. He usually barely even touched you in public – the odd smile,but nothing more. If he was leaving, he would peck your cheek andmaybe tug at your hand, but usually leaving the ship meant business.

Youpondered on the thought for a while as you get to cleaning up thekitchen which Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Coran had left in a state.

Youwere almost positive Shiro knew about Hannah's advances towards him.Perhaps he thought you cared – perhaps that was why he was goingthe extra mile to make sure you knew you were his one and only.

Thatwas the thing, though – you knew. He proved it to you everyday, andhe didn't need to go out of his comfort zone to do it. The way hewoke you up every morning with a soft kiss to your temple, or the wayhe sometimes made you coffee and he apologised whenever he realisedhe had made it too strong, but you would drink it anyway because youtried hard, baby.

Thatwas what proved to you that you two were in love. Not how he reactedto some girl who was trying too hard.

Yousmiled to yourself. Our Han.

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imaginesnkdorks · 7 years

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“Thank Goodness For Crazy”

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Part II: A Scene Straight from Final Destination

Pairing: Erwin/Reader; Levi/Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence

[A/N: Hey guys! So far, askbox is stuffed with headcanons and match ups. Honestly, that’s more of mod Mari’s field. I’m more into fics, so since there’s no request for that, here’s something I wrote. Part 1 is linked :D - mod max ]

Summary: Reader is just your regular gal from our world, but that changed one day when she woke up in the world of Titans. Giving a fake name to Erwin Smith who found her, she tries to understand the world she’s thrust upon and to survive in it. And try she did.

This is one hell of a horse ride. I am a breath’s away from this stranger, and without anywhere else to hold on, I’m forced to cling on his waist for dear life. My anxiety level is shooting up, too. I’m in my unicorn-patterned pajamas, barefooted and on a horse with a stranger in a strange land. Oh! And with my suitcase dragging behind – forcing the horse to tread a bit slowly – we kind of weren’t making much progress.

And before you point and scream “stranger danger!”, I am aware. But seriously, I’m in who-knows-where, and there was a freaking giant, and so far, I saw not a single soul aside from the man on the horse with me. This reminds me, I don’t even know his name.

“What’s your name?” I practically screamed to the direction of his ears. Trying his best to look at me, he said “Erwin Smith”. So, he’s technically no longer a stranger now. “Where are we going?” I asked him, to which he simply answered “to see the commander.” Ok.

As we move, I started to hear more noises. It wasn’t just inhuman sounds too. There were screams of pure pain and horror made by humans. I know because I watch a lot of slasher flicks. Unfortunately, that didn’t prepare me for the real thing. Turns out those screams weren’t only from pain, but death throes. Body parts was strewn everywhere – bodiless heads, armless torsos (note how I only said torsos), and in totally disturbing positions. I threw up for real this time.

Erwin stopped his white steed and I felt him tense up. And it wasn’t because I was being gross right behind him. I’ll have you know; I happen to throw up to the side – which caused almost all the vomit to land on my suitcase. Yuck. Let me say that again, yuck. After forgiving myself for totally ruining probably all of my clothes inside the suitcase, I finally took a good look around me. Past all the blood and gore, I can see people, flying?

No, it’s impossible. But what do I know? These people are flying around several other giants, wielding two blades each. This is simply the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, aside from when my hamster ate her baby. Oh, my gosh. That freaking giant just ate someone!

“Goodness, what king of hell is this?!” I screamed. Totally uncool, but if you were me, you would have peed – no, pooped! – your pants five minutes ago. It’s that bad.

“There are too many titans here. Andi Frost, do you know how to ride a horse?” Erwin told me. Again, a whole lot of fresh, new questions popped into my head but I opted to answer his question first. “A bit.” I did some horseback riding, but how hard can it be? “Alright, stay here for now. If a titan comes after you, run away but not so far away. And wear this.” He ended up giving me his green ugly coat, which happens to be part of their uniform. I did as I was told. Erwin then joined the other people who were “flying”. Which they really weren’t. They were just zipping around using grappling hooks and wires, connected to those bulky and ugly things by their thighs.

I kept my eye on Erwin. I noticed how everyone seems to aim for the giant’s nape. Being in the middle of all this, I kind of forgot that I am in trouble and at great risk. I should have been alert, but I was just too immersed in watching everything in front of me that I didn’t notice a giant almost crushed me. Good thing this horse was smart. He sped off, away from this human-eating giant. And remember when I was so confident that horse-riding isn’t that hard? That’s something I totally regret. I know nothing about driving a horse! In the horse’s haste, the rope tied to my vomit-ridden suitcase snapped! Just great! Now I’m stuck here, in my unicorn pj’s with an ugly green cape. Wonderful.

I tried to stop the horse, and after saying “ho” a hundred times, and cursing for the first time in my life, it finally stopped. “Damn you horsy. You made me say the F word!” And yes, I’ve never said that word before, so as the S word and B word. Before you judge me, I’m no religious or moral nut. It’s just how I am. And I’m not a kid either. I’m already twenty years old. Anyways, I got the horse to turn around to face where we came from. You can’t imagine how relieved I was when I saw no giant behind us. But I now notice the horrible situation of the people I left there. There is about 7 of those giants there, some are small – only two and three stories. While the rest were as tall as skyscrapers!

And I just noticed that those buildings – which I thought were houses – were just a bunch of walls and rocks. And when I say walls, they are 10 feet-tall walls that are totally not connected to anything. They’re not even ruins, they are just stupid and pointless walls. Soon after, those giants dropped like flies. Wait, no. They weren’t like flies. They shook the ground every time they dropped. I decided it was pretty safe, so I directed the horse to go back.

Once I got near enough, I soon found out that the smoke I saw weren’t because of the giants’ rampage. It was coming off of them as they “evaporate”. How crazy is that. You know what else is crazy? I totally forgot that Erwin joined in the fray and is probably dead. At the thought, I actually panicked. I’m not attached to him, it’s just that he’s the only person I know here.

But I didn’t have to worry for long, as Erwin was soon approaching me. He raised his thick eyebrow at me and began to ask me, “what happened to your suitcase?” “The cord snapped.” I answered him. Our conversation was so casual and light, you wouldn’t have guessed we did that surrounded by blood and random body parts. This might make it seem like I’m use to the gore, but I’m not. I am totally freaking out.

“It has all my clothes.” I told him. He just looked at me and then climbed the horse. Great, now he might be thinking I’m so vain. We continued our ride to wherever he was planning to go. Without my luggage, he can finally make his horse gallop. We soon approached another group of people which are dressed just like him. Though this bunch clearly just had a run-in with those giants as most of them are injured and bloody. One of them though was clearly important. I can tell because he was barking orders.

It seemed like this person of importance is the person Erwin wants to see, so he stopped near him, climbing off the horse and telling me to get off as well. “Commander Shadis.” Erwin greeted, then he pounded his chest with his right hand. “Erwin. We should …” The person whom Erwin referred to as commander began, but he noticed me. He stopped for a full two seconds before asking Erwin, “who is she?” “It seems like someone who survives outside the wall.” Erwin respectfully answered.

The commander’s face was a mess. He was shocked, but I really don’t understand why. “Uhm, if you don’t mind what “walls” are you talking about? And what are those giant things that ate and killed all those people? And where the hell are we?” I asked. Needless to say, this earned me weird looks of confusion, fear and surprise from the two men standing before me.

#erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #thank goodness for crazy #Mod Max #series

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