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lonelyridesinecto-one · 2 years

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The Changing Seasons

Egon Spengler • She/Her Pronouns • SFW • GB!Reader

Requested by: Anon

Fuccckkk… Y/N thought as she drapes herself over the workbench trying to gather how she feels entirely before making a diagnosis.

Then the lovely alarm rang and Y/N rose to the occasion to join her boys on the call.

“Yo. Egon”

“What? I’m trying to calculate the entity’s arrival with our trap placement”

“Okay, cool but Y/N looks like she’s gonna pass out from standing” Pete points out and Egon immediately turned his attention seeing the ill look in her face as she leans against the wall struggling to keep her eyes open. “So how about I propose somethin’ because I remember how Ray was when he tried working a shift sick—-“

“Hey, I’m not sick. I’m tired” Y/N groans covering her eyes gripping her temples with her middle finger and thumb.

“Just. Peter help her take her proton pack off and Y/N take a seat” Egon states as Peter immediately went to do so before Egon went back to capturing the ghost.

The ghost didn’t take as long as any of them expected. Peter took care of collecting the trap as Egon went to his partner.

“You should’ve stayed back at the firehouse”

“Spengs, I’m fine. Just a headache…” Y/N frowns running her hand through her hair and keeping her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry I wasn’t much help”

“I don’t believe you are fine. You were like this when we did the study back at Colombia. First it was a headache and fatigue. Then you start developing more of the obvious cold or flu symptoms and inevitable end up having the flu because you overwork your body instead of taking it easy” Egon states as he gently brought his hands to her shoulders, slowly moving to her neck, and gently touching the sides of her neck only for Y/N to push him off almost immediately when he felt her lymph nodes. “You’re more frustrating than I am when you start to get sick. Let’s head back and then go home. Don’t make me have to duct tape you back to the bed like last time”

Y/N groans as last time she wouldn’t stop leaving the house sick as a dog that she collapsed on a job mid-stream and ended up getting burned. So Egon duct taped the sheets to the bed frame and made sure she was secured in it.

Hopefully he doesn’t have to do that this time.

Day 1

Egon started to collect a few files from his lab at the firehouse which lead to Peter coming downstairs to yell at him. Or well bug him.

“Ditching town?”

“No. Gathering a few things to work from home”

“Welll…you can’t catch ghosts from your loft apartment” Peter scoffs before flinching to the loud snore erupting from Y/N who made herself present on the couch in his lab. “I thought she was home”

“So did I. But as you can tell. I have to work from home in order for her to stay put. Which means we aren’t shifting until she’s at least well enough to stay home without me having to be there” Egon tells Peter as he groans for having to cover his friend while he had to take care of his girlfriend. But honestly he doesn’t mind. He just likes messing with the guy. “I told Ray about the records for the containment unit that need to be updated this week. But other than that. I’ll be on my way out”

“Don’t forget the burrito on your couch”

“Just give it a moment” Egon sighs as he started to head up the stairs which lead to Y/N emerging from the couch to follow after him even if she was slow following.

This is going to take forever.

Day 2

“Why can’t you sit still for five minutes?”

“If I sit still for too long. I’ll fall asleep”

“That is kind of the point. You need your sleep” Egon tells Y/N as he knew she just had to join him in their small lab in the apartment. Not that he minds, he just wishes she’d listen to him when it comes to her care. “I want you to be well, cold medicine and staying hydrated can only do so much but sleeping will have it all tie together. Besides. You’re usually sick for a while whenever the season changes. I don’t want you to suffer��

“Can I just…stay in here for a moment, and then go to the bed on the loft?” Y/N frowns as Egon sets his notes down for a moment walking passed his girlfriend to head into the kitchen to grab her a glass of water before letting her get comfy in the lab.

Didn’t take long for Egon to carry her to the bed and get her comfortable.

When she settled and surprisingly fast falling asleep, Egon gently rests the back of his head to her forehead using his other hand to repeat the same action on himself. Only to sigh and go into the bathroom to grab one of the thermometer strips they have that sticks on one’s forehead. People mainly use them on babies but it still worked no matter who you put it on. Quickly reaching into his nightstand he took out a smaller notebook compared to the rest and started to take down her temp. He removed the sticker gently only for her to flip onto her stomach away from him.

“…You have a fever, and it’s going to become a cold” He whispers but talking to himself about Y/N. “Hopefully just a cold…”

Day 5

It’s quieter than usual… Egon thought as he enters the apartment after needing to run a few errands for Y/N. He ran out of the cold medicine the first two days, granted it was almost out but he should’ve prepared better.

When Egon met the top of the stairs, the bed was empty.

“…Y/N?” He approaches the bed finding that she had also taken the blanket with her. “Mmm…Honey?”

Checked the kitchen. The home lab. The closet, even Egon doesn’t understand why he checked there. Then called the firehouse to see if she managed to get there without him realizing, but mid conversation with Janine, he hung up and went into the bathroom finding Y/N on the cold tile wrapped in her blanket.

“Honey…” He knelt down beside her resting his hand on her shoulder only Y/N to rudely snap back into reality.

“EGON” Y/N snaps watching Egon retract immediately as she looks around realizing she zoned out awfully. “When huh. When did you get here”

“This is why sleep is important when you are sick. Do you remember why you came in here?”

“Uhhhh. Okay I thought I was going to throw up. But I was cold”

“Hence the blanket. But so you didn’t? You came in here…with your blanket because you were cold. Yet you didn’t throw up” Egon went under the sink to take out one of the few med kits in the apartment to grab the thermometer as Y/N pushed herself from the tub to sit up letting him stick the thing in her mouth. “That should be good but I’m still suggesting staying at home and getting more sleep before we even think about going back to work” He states taking out the thermometer after a respectfully amount of time. “It’s gone down. Medicine is working. This doesn’t seem to be as bad as other times.”

Y/N watches as Egon put away everything except the thermometer so he could clean it. He decided to set it down for now and help her back to her feet. Then eventually back to the bed. She immediately got comfortable as Egon went to grab what he retrieved in the first place.

“You’re too sweet…”

“Oh?” He sets the cold medicine on her nightstand along with a juice she liked that wouldn’t upset her stomach. “It’s what you do for the ones you love”

“…mmm I know, but I feel like such a burden..” She watches as Egon maneuvers to his side of the bed shedding his jacket and climbing into the bed beside her. “Egie…”

“I don’t care if I get sick, besides I’m always careful.” He got comfortable laying beside her as she instinctively covered her mouth and nose with her blanket. “And you’re not a burden. You overworked and got sick. You help me when I do the same exact thing. Even if I am more stubborn and have you watching me like a hawk while I sit in the lab eventually knocking out on the table. I want you to be comfortable and I do care how long you’re sick for since it could mean something else but I’m not going anywhere. I’m efficient. Precise.” Egon found himself rambling for a moment and noticed that Y/N had fallen asleep from laying there for too long. He gently pushes the hair out of the way of her beautiful face before kissing her forehead. “I’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay” he whispers.

Day 8

Y/N pulled all the sheets off the bed along with pillow cases when Egon came home to check up on her. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs watching a pile of sheets with legs starting to head down the stairs.

“Need a hand?”

“Holy shit” Y/N drops everything to meet Egon’s eyes with hers. “I think the tuning out things is just me because I don’t have symptoms anymore”

“I came in quietly thinking you were still asleep given that I didn’t come home last night after a rather disgusting case. So…no symptoms?”

“Nope. Just cleaning up after a disgusting week” Y/N laughs a little as her laugh was cut off short by Egon taking a risk pressing his lips against hers. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck humming contently as Egon parts with his arms finding their place around her waist. “Well…”

“I waited a week to do so. I deserve a kiss”

“Mhm…maybe a few more” She smiles kissing his lips once more, bringing her kisses to each cheek and once on his neck.

“Y/N…honey”

“Yes?” She pulls back just enough for Egon to scan her person carefully with his eyes checking every single feature.

“I’m just relieved I can finally kiss you” Egon kisses her forehead and parting from her slightly.

“You’ll get more once I put these in the laundry” she smiles picking up the pile and heading toward the washer dryer closet they have.

Then a loud sneeze erupted from behind Y/N as Egon takes a second.

“Dr. Egon Spengler I fucking told you so—-“

#lonelyridesinecto one #ghostbusters #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader

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angeladore · 2 years

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Reassuring Love ˖ ࣪

🦢 LETTER RECEIVED!

# ORDER SUMMARY: gold and red letter with a gold stamp and strawberry scent for a fem! reader

# GENRE: comfort

#PAIRING: Mammon x GN!Reader [reader is fem but no pronouns mentioned]

# WARNINGS: self doubt, comparing

Maybe it was just how you thinked, you always wonder why Mammon chose you out of everyone he could’ve chose. You and him were supposed to be shopping until a succubus bumped into the two of you and started flirting with him in front of you, she was really a beauty herself she had tanned skin, pink-blue gradient wavy hair that went down to her waist, pink-green eyes, and she had lot’s of curves. That’s what made you self doubt yourself, you were thinking too much to even notice Mammon pushed her away and came to you right away.

“MC, are ya okay?” He was waving his hands in front of your face finally getting you to look up at him with a saddened expression. “Yeah.. let’s just continue our shopping..” He eyed you suspiciously, he knew something was up but he didn’t wanna bug you to get it out later instead he would confront you. He held your hand and brought you to a designer clothing shop, picking out a outfit for you to try on.

Once you were in the changing room, you tried the outfit on. Glancing in the mirror before freezing, a image of the succubus from earlier popped up in your mind. Her curves, the ones you didn’t have were making you overthink. Why choose me when he could choose someone like her? Suddenly a few tears filled your eyes and a quiet sob left your lips, this wasn’t the first time it happened many times you seen succubus lately that made you self doubt yourself.

Meanwhile Mammon was outside the door, he could only hear the air conditioner but then he heard a sob leave you mouth, he started panicking. “Oi MC! Open the door!!” He knocked on it gently but the panic in him rose when he heard you sob again, he knew he had to take action he couldn’t let his precious human get hurt.

He got a key from the manager, stating it was a emergency then he ran towards your changing room and unlocked the door. What he saw broke his heart, you were staring at the mirror with tears rolling down your face. You suddenly went wide eyed when you saw him in the reflection, you covered your face with your hands. He shut the door gently behind him throwing the key somewhere in the changing room before slowly approaching you not to scare you.

“Hey what’s wrong treasure?” He put a soothing arm on your back, rubbing circles into your soft skin he pulled you into a hug and sushed your tears. You knew you had to tell him soon or later so you decided to get it over with at that moment “I want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.” with that you started sobbing uncontrollably.

That’s what broke him, he knew you were going to overthink it. How could someone so perfect to him think this of themselves? He pulled out of the hug to grab your hands, gently pulling them away from you face so he could get a better look at the one he loved. Wiping your tears with his thumb, he gave you a packet of tissues from his pocket to wipe your nose. You did. “MC, please remember ya are the only one who has my heart. You’re perfect to me, you are my treasure.” Mammon said reassuringly.

You paused for a second, and calmed down. Before thinking of a question that’s been in your mind. “Do you like me? I know you love me. I know you care about me but… so you like who i am?” He stopped, and turned serious you overthought it for a second before he pulled you into a tight embrace. “Treasure, I love you for who you are. If I had to I would risk my life for you just to prove how much I care & love you.” You could feel a tear of his own his your back, you grabbed his face and it was your turn to wipe his tears. You felt better now that he had reassured you.

Once you guys calmed down he looked at your outfit over and blushed, “U-uh and that outfit looks amazing on you MC.” He kissed your forehead blushing even more. “Thank you Mammon.” He left so you could get changed into your normal clothes and he had bought the outfit for you that day.

You guys went for a dinner date after that and went home happily.

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me oneshot #obey me fanfic #obey me brothers #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon obey me #om mammon #mammon x reader #omswd mammon #omswd fluff

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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stepbro george smut 🤤 if u could do hard dom george with fem reader?

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Title: 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒

Warnings: NSFW! (Minors DNI), coarse language, sub reader, hard dom, stepcest, degrading, teasing, masturbation, slapping, voyeurism, (unedited)

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: You and George are left alone at home which causes you to become bored and restless, you then bother George with your boredom.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: I'll try to write this the best I can, I don't rlly know how to write hard dom george but I'll try! Thank you for the request <3

* Let me know if there are any warnings or any other things to change !!

Welcome 🧝🏽‍♀️ anon btw!

*My emojis updates since I took that photo so now the emoji looks different

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Your eyes shifted to stare at your stepbrother George, you then quickly glanced away when he looked over at you. You heard him scoff a bit before he walked away, the heat rose to your cheeks and made you blush. You were sitting on the couch watching the TV and zoning out but stopped when you heard your parents at the door "We're leaving to stay at your aunts for the weekend! George is in charge of the house!" you had barely caught on to what they were saying as they had just suddenly left.

"George?" you called out to him just as your parents had left "yeah, what?" he came down the stairs "Why're our parents leaving?" you asked "didn't you listen to them? They're staying over with our aunt" George rolled his eyes at you "No yeah- I got that, but why?" you turned around on the couch so you two were now face to face "They left because you were annoying them too much" George snickered "Hey! That's mean- Why're they really leaving??" you got up from the couch.

George shrugged and started walking off "Don't be an asshole!" you crossed your arms and pouted "An asshole? Me? Never! I'm one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet, and I know you won't meet many but that's not the point" he teased you "HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" you followed him up the stairs "What? I'm just saying the truth!" George slipped into his bedroom and tried to get away from you, you groaned as he shut the door on you and went into your own room.

'George is an idiot, he keeps teasing me' you thought to yourself as you laid down on the bed, you tossed around in your sheets as you were becoming restless and bored. "I'm so BORED" you groaned out in boredom, your hands pulling at your face in agony "ughhhhh" you made random noises to try and satisfy your boredom "Hey- do you mind not being annoying?" George opened your door "I'm so bored though!" you exclaimed "Yeah well go and do something then, stop bothering me about it!" George went to slam your door but you stopped him "Why don't you hang out with me or something??" you suggested.

"Because you're just my dumb little sister" George walked off "C'mon! We can play a game or something!" you were desperately trying to satisfy your boredom "Why don't you just go on your phone like a normal person?" George left you alone once again. You slumped down onto the floor and held your head in your hands "Why's he always gotta be so difficult?" you huffed in annoyance, you take your phone out and decide to bother George over the internet.

You called him a bunch of times until he picked up "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??" he screamed into the phone "I'm bored! Why don't you just hang out with meeeee?" you asked "because then you'll just complain the whole time!" George hung up but you repeatedly kept calling him "I'm literally so close to blocking you!" George sighed "We could play one of your video games??" you smiled as you thought he might finally agree to do something with you "I am not gonna let you touch my shit, just go touch yourself or something, I don't fucking know" he hung up again.

You blushed at his suggestion 'Touch myself? I can't believe he suggested that! He's a gross pervert!' you thought to yourself but your hand was ironically already subtly making its way down between your legs. His suggestion couldn't hurt and it was an easy way to pass sometime and cure your boredom, you had to be quiet though, George's room was literally right next to yours and you'd be embarrassed to hell if he heard you.

You pulled down your pants so they were hanging around your thighs and then you proceeded to rub yourself down there, you moaned quietly but then had to quickly shut yourself up. You leaned over on the bed and positioned yourself so your face was buried in the blankets and your fingers were rubbing at your sore clit, you were huffing and puffing into the sheets.

Your fingers slipped inside and you let out a small gasp, you moved your other hand to cover your mouth. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to releasing, your orgasm already approaching hastily, you didn't know that anyone was there watching you until you heard a clear coughing noise "Having fun?" you blushed all over. You slowly moved your hands and looked up at George "h-hey.." you gulped nervously, you stupid girl- why didn't you lock the door?!

"That looked fun, why'd you stop?" He crossed his arms over and looked down at you "B- Because you're watching me.." you whispered "If you didn't want my attention then you should've been more quiet. Fucking yourself right next to my bedroom? Naughty girl" George smirked "I- I-.." You tried to speak up but he didn't let you "Keep going" He ordered you. You meekly listened and started to touch yourself again "There's no use in hiding your voice, our parents are gone and I'm already here" George told you.

You let out a choked moan, you glanced away from George as his eyes were on you "Didn't know my sister was such a whore.. Getting off because I told you to, aren't you?" George teased, you nodded shyly "I knew it. Are you thinking about me while you do it?" He leaned in closer to breath hot hair onto your ear. You shiver from his warm breath "m- maybe.." you answer him "maybe isn't good enough, doll" George crawls on top of you and pins you to the bed.

You pull your hand away from your crotch and you try to back up a bit "Are you tryna run away? Just let me know now if you want me to leave" George gave you a way to back out but you rejected it "Fine with me, c'mere.." He leaned in and kissed your lips. You kissed him back gently, you were still half stunned that your stepbrother was here doing this to you. You pulled away quickly "G-George! You're my stepbrother!" you exclaimed "Yeah, you just realize that now?" George laughed and pulled you back in again.

"Come on, don't use me like this, you don't even like me!" you pushed him away "Who says I don't like you? I might tease you and you might annoy me but that's just regular sibling things, right?" George had a point "Is that all you think of me? Your sister?" he shakes his head "During the day I do, but at night-" He didn't finish his sentence as he captured your lips in another kiss.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands running through his hair as you two kiss. George pulled away for a bit of air and then started to roughly kiss at your neck "fuck.." you gasped "D- don't leave any marks!" you warned him "And if I do? Just put some makeup on" George bit down on your neck "ah!" you moaned from his little actions.

"Did you stretch yourself earlier?" George started to unbuckle his belt, you nodded and opened your legs to show your aching hole "You're such a slutty sister.." George bit his lip as he zipped down his pants and positioned himself at your entrance, he slowly slid in and you let out a loud groan "ahhhhh fuckkkkk.." you threw your head back.

He grunted as he started to thrust inside of you, his cock felt huge inside of you, the tip of his dick was hitting every part inside of you and it felt amazing! You held onto his arms and dug your nails into his shoulders "S-shit!" you swallowed down another moan "Damn, you gonna cum already?" George teased you. He started to buck his hips even faster, his free hand was bruising your hip while the other one was clamped around your neck and holding your head up to look at him.

"Cum for me, cum for your fucking stepbrother" he slapped you across the face which left a tingle on your skin. You came just after he had slapped you, your pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly "oh fuck-" he didn't mean to but he ended up cumming inside of you after you had an orgasm. You laid down on the bed and tried to catch your breath, George sighed and left the room to grab a washcloth.

He started to clean your insides, his hand sliding inside of you just to clean the cum out "Ow!" you winced "Sorry Y/n.." he whispered "What're you being so nice to me now for?" you asked "I'm your brother, I can still be nice and an annoying dickhead" he smiled up at you. "What'd you slap me for by the way? Now my cheek hurts.." you whined "to knock some sense into you" George joked around "asshole."

#tw stepcest #🧝🏽‍♀️ anon #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt x reader #dsmp smut #dream smp smut #mcyt smut #c!georgenotfound smut #c!george smut #georgenotfound smut #gnf smut

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roscgcld · 3 years

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DAYDREAMING!AU || onigiri!

note: i’ve been in an emotional state - so I am going to write comfort for the next few fics. enjoy my cute comfort fics please and thank ><

pronouns: she/her

“You’ve never learnt how to cook from your parents before?,” Y/N asks with wide eyes from where she was seated in Maki’s room, knees pulled against her chest as she stares at her her fellow classmate with wide eyes. The second years of Jujutsu Tech had gathered in Maki’s room, having returned from a group mission that had lasted for most of the day. It was not uncommon for the students to find themselves curled up in one of their fellow classmates’ dorm to unwind; and this round, it was Maki’s turn.

“Well, yeah. Have you forgotten who my father is?,” Maki asks with a raised eyebrow as she takes a sip from her bottle, not looking bothered by it whilst Y/N was frowning. It honestly wasn’t a shock to many from their world to know that kids do not have the best relationships with their parents. Whether it is them being used as pawns in the internal power struggle, or because they are ‘embarrassed’ from how ‘weak’ their kids ended up being.

They do not always have the best childhood experiences.

Yuta smiles as he glances over at Y/N, who had a frown on her face whilst she gently rests her chin on her knees. “Don’t take it the wrong way, Y/N. You know how elite families are. They always put pride over family,” Yuta hums before he grabbed the mug before him, taking a sip from his mug of tea whilst Toge popped a biscuit into his mouth. “Shake.”

“Still-,” Y/N started off, to which Maki just chuckles and shakes her head gently, leaning over to ruffle Y/N’s hair gently. “Don’t think too much into it, brat. It’s the way of life, honestly. I’ve long accepted that,” Maki hums as she reaches over to take a sip of her drink, sending Y/N a soft wink even as Y/N just pouted back in response. If she was being honest, she was still quite upset that Maki did not experience a good childhood.

Maybe it was because of her stubborn nature, or maybe it was because she genuinely wanted the others to experience a life that she had as well. It was because of this thought that Y/N suddenly came up with an idea.

Since the others did not get to experience what she considers as a normal childhood, she is going to recreate it for them all. And she has the perfect idea to do just that.

The second years quietly made their way towards the school’s kitchen, the three of them quietly asking each other just what was it that required them all to be in the kitchen. On a weekend, nonetheless. “Does she need us to become taste testers again?,” Maki mumbles curiously as she made her way down the hall, looking over at the others again with a mischievous grin. “Then again, that is not a bad idea. This means we get free food.”

“Shake,” Toge nodded with a content look on his face, both him and Maki having faraway look on their faces at the memory of Y/N’s cooking. Although all of them can cook (well, somewhat cook), Y/N takes the cake in the second years when it comes to cooking. She may not be the sharpest needle in the haystack, but the second years are essentially still alive because of Y/N’s cooking. So whenever she asks any of them if they want to come into the kitchen to try one of her newest creations, no one would decline to do so.

“You guys are too much,” Yuta mumbles with a soft shake of his head, yet even he was thinking of the last time Y/N had cooked for him - it was a new creamy rose pasta recipe she saw all over YouTube and had recreated at 2am. He will never regret that night where he was sent out to an extra mission, since he got free food when he returned.

Once they were in front of the kitchen Maki pushed the shoji doors open, only to pause at the sight before them. Y/N was quietly mixing a huge bowl of rice before her, many different onigiri fillings prepared in bowls beside her. She was wearing a pink apron with cats printed all over, her hair pulled back by a cute cat hair band so it wasn’t in her face as she made the food. “Oh, you’ve arrived!,” Y/N cheered as she places the large rice spoon aside, clapping her hands in delight whilst the three students looked around the kitchen curiously.

Panda was already there, quietly shaping small balls in between his paws doing God knows what, pieces of nori of various sizes scattered around him on a chopping board. He had donned on a cute panda themed apron, one that surprisingly enough fits him quite well. It was probably one of Y/N’s many creations. “What...is going on?,” Maki asks in confusion, having been staring at Panda for the last few seconds in pure confusion. The other two were no different, blinking and sharing a confused look between one another whilst Y/N just smiles. “We are doing a group activity today! I am going to teach you guys how to make onigiri!”

“What brought this on?,” Yuta asks curiously as he made his way deeper into the kitchen, curiously looking at the various ingredients on the table whilst Y/N giggles. “Well, all of you said you’ve never had the chance to have pure childhood experience before. So I thought why not bring the childhood experience to you guys right now?,” She said with a smile, gesturing to the table before them with an excited look on her face. “And what better way to start with some homemade onigiri?”

“Mentaiko?,” Toge asks curiously as he looks at the fillings as well, perking up at the sight of his favourite filling before them, to which Y/N giggles and nods with a smile. “Of course I would make your favourite filling, Toge! But just because there is a filling, doesn’t mean I will assemble the onigiri for you,” Y/N said with a giggle, to which Yuta finally realised what Y/N was planning. “Are you going to each us though?,” Yuta asks with a smile as he glances over at Y/N, who just giggles with a nod, giving him a wide smile. “Of course I will! Now, wash up everyone! The onigiri is not going to shape itself!”

It didn’t take long for others are going to wash their hands before they surrounded Y/N once more, who was showing them how to put the filling in before shaping the rice into an adorable triangle. “You just need to wet your hand and rub a pinch of salt on your hands so the rice doesn’t stick to your hands when you shape it,” Y/N explained to the curious group surrounding her as she grabbed some rice and made an indent in it with her thumb, carefully spooning in some salmon and mayo before she folded it into a ball. She carefully moved the rice around in her hands, using her fingers and her palm to shape the rice into a triangle.

“There! Just remember to use your fingers instead of using your palm,” Y/N said once she was done with her onigiri, showing the others around her the onigiri she had shaped. “Now, go along~,” She said with a giggle as she waves them off, looking like a mother duckling encouraging her baby ducks that are scared to swim for the first time to try. Maki gave her an unimpressed look whilst Yuta just chuckles, poking her side as he passes whilst she giggles and swats at his hand lightly.

It didn’t take long for the others to already meet their first hurdle; and that was just on the first step.

“Okaka!,” Toge whined as he dropped the rice he had just been handed onto the plate beneath him, waving his hands around dramatically whilst Maki scowled. “Don’t go wasting the rice now, you idiot!,” Maki hisses over at the pouting Toge whilst Y/N rushes over, quietly cooing at the whining Toge to make sure that he did not hurt his hands. Yuta smiles softly at the sight of the three of his friends as he quietly made an indent into his rice ball, deciding on some unagi filling to start out.

“You’ll eventually get used to the heat,” Y/N said with a smile once she was sure Toge was alright, gently patting him on the head whilst he gave her puppy eyes; knowing that she will continue to coo at him if he did so. “I’ll show you!,” Y/N said without hesitation, not knowing that she had essentially fallen into his trap of making him an onigiri for him to eat without him needing to do anything. Just seeing that had Maki scowling over at them in annoyance, both at the fact that Y/N was such an idiot, and also because Maki was not sure how the hell Y/N not squish the rice ball in between her hands when she is trying to roll it into a ball.

It took them an additional 10 minutes for all of them to shape a genuinely good enough ball to actually start shaping the onigiri. “Why are we shaping them into a triangle?,” Maki grumbles as she tries to shape the onigiri, only to scowl at the sight of her salmon filling almost spilling out from the side. Y/N, who was helping Panda off the side quietly, looked up from her chopping board just in time to see Maki’s soft frown. Panda and Y/N were currently in the middle of making cute panda onigiri, so they were now carefully poking out the nori that was cut into cute Panda features from the nori cutter than Y/N had found online. “When it enters your stomach, it isn’t going to be a triangle anyway.”

“That is something a lazy person will say,” Panda commented as he carefully laid the eyes of the Panda he was working on, onto the rice ball before him. His comment had Yuta snorting, the young teen covering his mouth with his arm whilst he tries to make sure he did not squish the onigiri in his hands. Toge just smirks, looking like he was about to make a comment on top of Panda’s, to which Y/N just nudges his side to shut him up. “I mean, it looks nice if they are served in a cute triangle.”

“Yeah, but Koreans just roll their onigiri into balls and call it a day,” Maki grumbled as she places her onigiri down before she wets her hands once more, making sure they were not that wet; rubbing some salt between her hands as she narrowed her eyes at her half-shaped onigiri before her. “I refuse to loose to a ball of rice and salmon mayo.”

Yuta just gave Maki an amused look as he carefully places his finished onigiri onto his plate, having already successfully made a few onigiri of different fillings. Although it was his first time as well, it was clear that Yuta was a natural at it; which ended up pissing Maki off even more. “What the Hell are you, a househusband?,” Maki grumbles as she glares over at Yuta, who just gave her an amused glance in response as he quietly spoon out some more rice.

Y/N giggles before she finishes up with her panda, wiping her hands on her apron as she made her way towards Maki once more. “Don’t try too hard, just let your hands gently shape it,” Y/N tells Maki as she scooped some rice out from the rice cooker after wetting her hands with the salt and water mixture, starting to shape it into a perfect ball before she shows Maki once more how to control the pressure she should use when shaping the onigiri.

Toge, who had long forgotten his task at hand and had skipped over to Panda’s side to watch him made Panda-themed onigiri, watched on in amusement as Maki still continues to struggle with her shaping. Y/N, the ever patient girl she is, just smiles over at Maki gently as she finishes with her onigiri, giggling with Maki just gave up and rolled the onigiri she was shaping before taking a large bite from it.

“I gave up. I’ll get someone in my life who can cook instead.”

Her muttered answer had Y/N giggling as she made another onigiri with salmon mayo filling for Maki, happily holding it over to Maki without saying another word. Seeing Y/N with the onigiri in her hands had Maki pausing before she chuckles, reaching over to take it from her. “Thanks, brat,” Maki mutters after finishing her bite of rice, to which Y/N just smiles and playfully wraps her arms around Maki. “Of course! We can’t have the future of the Zen’In starve to death!,” Y/N coos with a giggle, to which Maki just snorts as she reaches over to poke her side gently as Y/N squeals with a wide smile.

The next time someone entered the kitchen was Gojo Satoru, the older male pausing at the sight of his students gathering around the kitchen. There were bowls of empty filling scattered about the kitchen counters, along with onigiri plated on various plates beside them. “Is this a cooking class?,” Gojo asks in amusement as he made his way deeper into the kitchen, grinning at the sight of his students turning to face him with wide eyes. “What’re you making?”

“Gojo-sensei! Do you want some onigiri and curry?,” Y/N asks in excitement as she dries her hands on her apron, quietly pushing past Yuta since he had been standing over her whilst she was finishing the last Panda-shaped onigiri on the counter before her. Her words had Gojo grinning as he nods in excitement, only to pause when he realised that Maki was in the room as well. “Wait - just exactly who was it that did the cooking here?”

“I don’t need to poison your food to get away with murder,” Maki said with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to hide the chill in her voice whilst Gojo tenses up in fear. Yuta just awkwardly chuckles, not even sure what to say to ease the tension whilst Toge and Panda just watched on from the side. Eyes wide and glittering with excitement at the tense atmosphere that was starting to grow between Gojo and Maki.

The only reason why it was broken was because Y/N turned to face the couple once more, tilting her head a little when she noticed the odd tension in the room. “What is going on?,” Y/N asks in confusion as she walks towards the group once more, a bowl of curry in one hand and an empty plate in another. Instead of responding Maki just turns to face Y/N with a smirk, that reaction causing Y/N to blink before she shrugs. Maybe Maki said something mean again. “Maki, try to be nicer to Gojo-sensei.”

All Y/N got in response was some half-assed sound of acknowledgement as Maki walked out with another onigiri in hand, yet all Y/N did was giggle and shake her head in amusement. Wordlessly she places a bowl of warm curry before Gojo along with some cutely placed Panda themed onigiri. “But here you are, Gojo-sensei! I made the curry sweeter this time instead of spicy, but you can add some chilly flakes if it doesn’t tickle your fancy,” Y/N said with a smile as she looks over at Gojo, who bounced right back when the smell of Y/N’s cooking reached his nose.

“Ah, the smell of Y/N’s cooking~,” Gojo grins as he excitedly grabbed the spoon, gently poking at the Panda onigiri with curious eyes. Just seeing Gojo looking so excited had Y/N smiling as she turned to face the others, clapping her hands in delight. “Why don’t we eat the onigiri too? I’ve been meaning to try Yuta’s onigiri from the moment he made the first one!,” Y/N said with a giggle as she glances over at Yuta, who just chuckles shyly as he rubs the back of his neck. Cheeks dusted with a light blush as he awkwardly chuckles. “D-Don’t have such high hopes...”

“Shake,” Toge mutters in disinterest as he made his way towards the pot, ignoring the shocked look on Yuta’s face as he passes. “I-I am not trying to fish for compliments!,” Yuta splutters as he follows Toge’s person with wide eyes, to which Toge just hummed out as he spoons himself some curry. Y/N was frowning in confusion as she looks over at her classmates, who were both arguing about how Yuta was trying to fish for some compliments from Y/N. Gojo just grins at the sight of his students just enjoying small arguments like these, quietly eating the food before him.

It was rare to see the two boys playfully tossing jabs back at one another whilst Y/N just smiles over at her friends, really unsure of what they are arguing about in the first place. But she just stood there with a kind smile on her face as she listens to the two boys argue back and forth, seeming not to have any thoughts behind her bright eyes whilst watching her friends play fight before them.

“What a joy to be young,” Gojo sighs as he takes a bite form the curry, humming out in delight at the taste that exploded on his tongue as he just watches, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips at his students’ brief moment of happiness. Enjoying some fond laughter and jokes over a bowl of homemade curry and onigiri.

And all of this started because Y/N refuses to let her fellow students to go about life without having a little big of childhood fun.

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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My beloved! I do not know if you watched the recent lore stream ( if you haven't please! Watch it before answering my ask! ) I was wondering if you could do something with eret and foolish where instead of foolish dying it's the reader? And the reader is on her last life after she died from badboyhalo? Just some angst ( please I wanna cry out my feelings after this stream omg- and plus your my favorite writer so yea :p)

Have an amazing day! <3

-Moosh

BELOVED! EEEEEEE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ERET FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'm just going to make it an Eret x Reader because I don't know Foolish's character too well if that's okay?

(ALso, you will make me cry from all these compliments, please ;^;)

I actually am adding onto this because I want to make a hybrid reader for once, hope you don't mind! ^^

SPOILERS FOR THE RED BANQUET AND MULTIPLE PRONOUNS USED FOR ERET

My Monarch (C!Eret x GN!Butterfly Hyrbid!Reader)

You giggled softly, your beautiful paper-thin wings flitting behind you as you hopped around Eret's room while he got his newly tailored red cloak chained together, "My goodness, monarch, you're going to waste up all your energy before the party even begins!" He laughed at your reddened cheeks while he put his crown on top of his neatly styled hair, putting his sunglasses on shortly after, "How do I look?"

"Like a true queen!" You chirped, adjusting your outfit in the mirror beside your lover before frowning and taking the glasses away from her, "Ah, ah, nope. If I'm having my wings out of my cloak, you aren't wearing your sunglasses, darling, we've been over this."

The royal huffed and gave a small pout but didn't argue much on the matter, as they did, in fact, practically beg you to keep your wings out for display for the banquet. With a small chuckle, they reached over and picked up your crown that was decorated with rainbows of jewels, placing it on your styled (h/l) (h/c) hair, being mindful of your antennae, "There... There's my monarch."

You blushed slightly at the nickname and gave a small giggle as you took his hand, "Come on, let's get going, Bad will get impatient if we're late." Eret gave a nod with a smile, leading you towards the door and out of his castle.

The two of you were happily chatting with each other as you travelled to the stairway that led underground, happily saying hellos to your 'mama' Puffy, who gave you typical motherly affection, ie: smooshing your cheeks as she gave you a light headbutt while calling you every motherly compliment in the book, and anyone else that was also invited to the Banquet. When you arrived, you took a sharp breath as you saw the room filled with red vines crawling and writhing everywhere, it sickened you... But, this was about Bad apologizing, and you supposed that you could put your discomfort off to the side for just a little bit.

Eret, being the gentleman she was, pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, smiling softly as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in the chair. She pushed you in and sat in the chair to your left, Puffy on your right, gently taking your hand once she was tucked into the table.

You were so anxious that you could barely focus on the speech Bad was giving, until your ears and antennae picked up the sound and scent of running lava which successfully shook you out of your thoughts, but before you could mention anything to Eret, you heard a chuckle.

"Now, prepare to die."

There was a chorus of gasps that tore from everyone's mouths as the sound of lava got louder. You lifted your head from staring at the red soup in the bowl in front of you and looked around in horror as you saw lava blocking the exits. You felt Eret tighten their grip on your hand, but by then your heart was already racing in fear and your wings were shifting around nervously.

"Oh my god!"

"We've been walled in!"

"After all that?!"

Bad tossed his empty glass bottle to the side, causing it to shatter on the ground below and get greedily grabbed at by the red vines, "Well uh, that's right."

"Bad, what about turning over this leaf?!" Captain Puffy snapped, slamming her mostly empty bottle of water down on the table as she stood up.

The nine-foot-tall demon seemed to nonchalantly brush off her outburst and shook his head lamely, "No, the leaf is staying the way it is." He sat up properly in his chair and rested his elbows on the warped wooden table to hold his chin in his hands.

"Is... There any way out?" You asked aloud, quickly spinning around, looking for any gap that you could possibly fly through. Eret quickly wrapped his arm around you, his white eyes wide with slight hints of fear that he was used to hiding with his glasses.

"No! There's literally no way out!" Fundy cried out, restlessly shuffling and running around, trying to find anything everyone could use to escape.

HBomb gave a small shriek of pain as he burned his hand on the lava, "It is real lava! It is real lava!" He gasped out as Puffy quickly made him shove his hand into the bowl of beat soup. Bad calmly walked over and gave him a glimmering gold apple with a sickly sweet smile.

"You should try not to die yet, HBomb." He chuckled softly as he returned to his seat once the man eagerly bit into the potion soaked fruit, desperate to get rid of the burning sensation.

Puffy took a few deep breaths and held out her arms, trying to get everyone to stop freaking out completely, "We're fine, we're fine, we're fine! I- I didn't trust you, Bad, I didn't trust you at all. I didn't trust Antfrost. I knew! I knew something was up, it's unfortunate to say I can't trust either one of you... Because... I planned this..."

She eagerly ripped off the red silken table cloth to reveal a chest buried in the table, spilling drinks and soup everywhere for the vines to eagerly writhe towards, "Oh?! What?!" Bad gasped, his mouth parting in shock... Before it fell bad into a devious smile as Puffy gave a cry of confusion, finding the chest completely empty, "Oh? Were you... Looking for this, perchance?"

Bad equipped diamond enchanted armour and held up an enchanted diamond sword that glimmered in the light of the lava, Ant, Ponk... And Hannah... Doing the same, "Sorry Puffy. I had to do it..." Hannah Rose walked over and sat in the empty seat on Bad's left.

"Do... What, Hannah? Why?!" The Ram hybrid whispered in horror.

"I had to tell them." She responded simply, blinking a few times as her eyes went from a forest coloured green to redder than the colour of the egg's vines slithering around your ankles, "The egg..."

Biting back a sob, you looked at Hannah, "You were with them the whole time...?"

Sam stood completely still, looking at the girl sadly, "You... Told them, Hannah?" The warden murmured.

"I had to." She glanced at Bad with a small grin before looking back at her former friends, including you, "It was the only way."

"I'm sorry," Bad started, sounding almost completely genuine, if it wasn't for the crooked smile he was wearing, "I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Puffy. But, time to get on to the main event!"

The creeper hybrid held up his hand, pointing one finger to the ceiling to silently tell the Eggpire to hold on for just a moment, "Well... That is, tragic, that you told them about our plans for the armour, but..." You could tell Sam grinned behind his mask as his green eyes gave a few sparks of smugness, "Something, you should know. I had another plan. Because I didn't trust you."

"...What do you mean 'another plan'?" Bad pointed his loaded crossbow at the warden, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Well," He pulled a remote out of his pocket and scanned it in mock curiosity, "I think, that we all can agree, that this has gone on long enough now. I'm tired of all this fighting. So I say we just blow the egg up. For good, this time, with an amount of TNT that it can't survive... So I hid a trap..."

'Of course... The creeper hybrid is using TNT...' You thought with a small smile, trying to distract yourself from the heartstopping fear overwhelming your body at the moment as Bad stuttered in surprise.

"A trap?! Wait, what do you mean!?" the demon growled as Sam got up and walked slightly closer to the egg, digging his thumb into the button on the remote he held.

"We did something even you couldn't prepare for!" Puffy shouted as TNT began to rain out of a small gap in the ceiling.

Eret, worrying for your safety and how the sounds or smell of gunpowder would affect your hypersensitive senses, pulled you close and she wrapped you in her cloak. You desperately grasped at the fabric of her red dress as she covered your ears in an attempt to make the loud booms easier for your insect senses to handle.

By the time it stopped and Eret let you go, there were shocked gasps and the egg... Had... Turned to crying obsidian? "You guys-" Bad had to take a breath through his maniacal laughter to wipe a tear, "You really thought you could defeat the egg? With TNT? After Quackity tried that, we took proper... Preparations. And we made it so that we wouldn't have to worry about TNT anymore, thank you very much!"

"I think you mean precautions..." You murmured quietly, curling in on yourself and hiding behind Eret slightly when you saw soulless white eyes glare in your directions.

"Shut up, (Y/n)." He huffed, and Eret had to physically stop Puffy from storming over and fighting the man in diamond armour with her bare hands, "Now, would you all please kindly make your way over here... We can begin the summary executions."

Shock flooded through your veins at how eagerly Bad hopped out of his chair them walked over to where the Egg, the crying obsidian fading away, and standing on a platform. There was a chorus of shocked cries and just cries in general as Bad waved his crossbow around, "What about the speeches man?!" Fundy growled, glaring at Bad as he tried to get you all to leave the table.

"Oh, that was all just to lull you into a false sense of security!" He responded with another crooked smile and a 'duh' tone, "You see, the egg needs something, and it's gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the egg to hatch, it needs energy, and it gets that energy from people dying near it! And that's the role that you guys are gonna fill! We are gonna kill you one by one..."

"You're a monster..." Eret mumbled under their breath, holding your hand tightly, able to feel your racing heart from the pulse in your wrist. This had gone on long enough, sure, destroying everything on the server was one thing, but threatening not only their life, not only their friends' lives, but their lover's life as well! You only had two more before you were gone from this world forever... And by whatever gods were listening, they swore that they were going to protect those final two, even at the risk of their own life.

Bad turned his head, his twisted smile faltering slightly, "What was that, Eret? What did you say?" He leaned closer mockingly, to see if Eret really had the guts to repeat what was just said.

"You're an absolute monster," Eret repeated with a slight growl to his voice this time, taking a step closer to the corrupted man as a threat and also effectively blocking you from Bad's gaze, "How could you? We all trusted you, Bad."

"Trust?!" Ant spoke up for the first time that night, grinning almost like a Cheshire cat, "Okay, Eret... Keep talking. Keep talking about trust."

Sucking a breath through your gritted teeth, you cringed as Ant retorted with a verbal dagger, one he knew would hurt Eret deeply, and hurt her it did, "That was a long time ago!" You snapped immediately, stepping forwards to defend her which definitely caught everyone off guard. You were NOT about to let some egg puppets trash talk your lover, "She's changed!"

"You know what..." Bad hummed, almost comically tapping his finger to his lip before pointing at Eret, "I think, Eret, you would be a perfect person... To sacrifice first!"

Giving a cry of horror, you felt the red vines react to Bad's words and grab you and Eret, successfully yanking you away from each other despite your cries and struggles of protests. The large vines picked Eret up and brought them to the execution platform that Bad was standing on. The entire time, you were trying to run over to grab them, but the vines kept creating a wall and pushing you back, "No! No, no, no!" You screamed desperately, trying to reach out to the crown-wearing lover that was now being held on the platform by the very vines that were holding you back.

"Does anyone have anything?!" Foolish cried, quickly patting his pockets and looking around for anything, anything at all, to use as a weapon.

"I- We have no weapons!"

"No one has anything?! We literally can't do anything about this!"

Bad only chuckled, seeming to find amusement in everyone's distress, "Excellent, excellent, I really appreciate you guys following the directive and not bringing any weapons. That's very courteous of you." He turned towards Eret with his readied crossbow, gleefully ignoring your cries.

"We trusted you!" You yelled, throwing a useless punch at the wall of vines that blocked your way again, everyone roaring at the Eggpire in agreement with your statement.

"Well that was your first mistake," He chided in almost a playful manner, "Did you really think we were just going to stop trying to spread the egg's influence over the server, just because a couple people got mad at the vines? Like, come on. That's been the objective all along. It's been to hatch the egg. The egg wants power, and it's gonna get it."

His finger lightly began tapping at the trigger of his crossbow that had the bolt pointing to your lover's head, which caused a sob to escape past your lips as you finally had enough and finally flew into the air, expertly weaving past the red vines that tried to grab you out of the air. Quickly, you swooped down and reached out for Eret, but you felt something fly past your ear... Then suddenly, the king gave a cry of his own and you felt your flying balance get thrown off, causing you to begin to plummet towards the ground.

The horrified shrieks of your lover, mother figure and your friends rang through your ears as you quickly plummeted towards the earth as a result of gravity, only to be suddenly halted in mid-air which caused your crown to fall to the ground, completely wrapped in vines that clearly didn't care how badly they were bending your wings. You whined in pain at the tight grip, and looked over at your beloved butterfly features, only to give a sob of pain as you saw a large tear had sliced through your right (f/c) wing... "You... You bastard..." You hissed at the demon who came over and reloaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"You know, I think I like your energy more than your lover's." He cupped your chin in an almost loving fashion, causing Eret to immediately lash out and begin barking insults as well as threats. Unfortunately, her violence was ignored as the vines picked her up again, "Your unwavering loyalty, your love, your fierceness despite how fragile you are..."

"Get your hands away from them!" Puffy yelled, she and Foolish going to run to help you, but they were blocked off by the vines in the same way you once were, "For fucks sake Bad! Leave my child alone! They were just defending Eret, you know, their lover?!"

Bad only hummed as the vines lamely tossed Eret to the crowd of people, but thankfully he was caught by Foolish and Sam instead of hitting the ground but his crown hit the ground close to yours, breaking most of the rainbow coloured gems off, "I'm quite aware of their relationship, thank you, Puffy." He stepped back and the vines threw you to the ground on the execution platform, causing you to bounce off the nether bricks harshly before finally rolling into the centre.

Your head was spinning and your sight was blurry, but you still managed to hear the screams of terror from your friends, the begging from Puffy for Bad to leave you alone, and the sobs leaving Eret's throat as they cried out for you, "Monarch... (Y/N)!" They screamed, trying to run to you as well, but unsurprisingly they were held back as well.

It... was funny... You wanted to go to this party so badly... You begged Eret to come to this party, you spent weeks picking out your outfit... You were so excited...

And now here you were... Flightless and beyond concussed...

About to die...

"I love you..." You managed to whisper to Eret before Ant rose his enchanted sword... Then quickly lowering it, piercing through your chest...

"(Y/N)! NO!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Antfrost. Lives 1/3

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randomrosewrites · 3 years

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The aftermath of the tempest

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x GN reader Summary: Many, many years after Kaedehara Kazuha fled from Inazuma, a lot of things have changed, but his past burdens remain. Or, Kazuha has settled into his new life in Liyue, but still desires his home across the ocean. Words: ~2.7K Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Kaz and reader have a kid, gn pronouns for reader, kaz gets emotional at some point, implied beigguang as well

a/n: What's this? Rose is actually writing??!!

Read it on ao3!

The young girl furrows her brows, front teeth catching her lip as she stares at the board. She's in deep concentration, barely paying any mind to the sweets or the apple cider (poured within a much too expensive cup) beside her.

Her opponent, on the other hand, is the opposite, holding a cup of tea within her palms, white steam drifting from the cup the same colour as her hair. A mystical smile on the woman’s face gives nothing away.

The young girl places a hand on a chip. Then hesitates, thinking a moment more before making a move.

The woman sets her cup down, ruby eyes scanning over the board before she lifts a jewelled hand, moving chips across the board in great succession.

"And with that, I believe I win," Ningguang says. "You did very well this time."

The young girl pouts, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, don't tear up. It's alright," Ningguang produces a handkerchief and holds it out.

The girl takes it gratefully, hiding her face in the cloth. "Uh- huh."

Ningguang exhales. Children are so delicate, like the petals of glaze lilies. "How about you go to the other room? I'll clean up here."

The girl nods, and slides off her chair. "Can I take my juice?"

"Of course, you may. But remember to hold it carefully."

She nods.Holding the cup carefully with two hands, she slides open the silk screen and enters the next room.

Your head turns at the sound, looking up from your spot by the window: perched upon a lounge chair, feet up. You smile and gesture for the girl to sit beside you. She sets her cup down and crawls next to you, burying her face in your chest.

"How did your game go, Haruko?" You ask, combing her hair free of tangles.

Haruko shakes her head and a sniffle escapes her. "I lost."

You hum sympathetically, “I'm sorry. There's always next time. You and Lady Ningguang were playing for a really long time! Good job."

Harukao's grip loosens a smidge. "Thank you."

The screen door slides open again and Ningguang steps through. The material of her gold dress drags behind her as she walks, the movement smooth as water. She has a familiar treat nestled in the palm of her hands, a famous Liyue sweet candy.

You nudge Harkuo gently. She lifts her head, crimson eyes widening when she sees the candy. She scrambles out of your lap.

Seeing them side by side, Haruko looks more like Ningguang’s daughter than yours. Their eye colour and hair are almost identical. But Ningguang has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, whereas Haruko has round, filled in cheeks, like her father.

"For you," Ningguang offers it to Haruko. "As thanks for an excellent game of checkers."

Haruko takes the candy with an excited beam on her face. "Thank you, Aunt Ningguang!"

“You are most welcome.”

With the candy, Haruko’s sadness about losing the match is all but forgotten. She rummages through one of the cabinets by the wall, pulling out a colouring book (A collection of cartoon-like Rex Lapis drawings in his dragon form) and the crayons that are specifically kept there.

Many years had passed since the first golden house went crashing into the ocean after the battle with the Ancient God Osial. But the loss only pushed Ningguang to rebuild the new one, bigger, more elegant, and efficient than the last.

Currently, it was parked atop Mount Tianheng, overlooking the harbour. It was fancy, the walls a rich cream and the floors polished dark brown. Some things had to be kid-proofed (especially when Haruko was younger and Beidou insisted on bringing her to visit.) But now, she’s old enough, and familiar enough with the building, that you’re not worried. Not even by the koi pond that circles the living room.

Ningguang plants herself across from you on the couch as Haruko begins to colour in Rex Lapis’ tail. “She’s growing bigger and bigger every day.”

You nod in agreement. “I swear, she’ll be taller than her father soon enough.”

Ningguang laughs. “Sooner or later.”

Haruko’s finished two drawings and is on the third when you look outside the window to the Port of Liyue harbour, glimmering with the midday sun. The familiar outline of the Alcor’s sail and ship dots the horizon. You stand up.

"Are you finished with your juice, Haruko? We're going to get ready soon."

She perks up. "Is dad here?"

You smile at her. "Yes. Almost. You want to be the first to greet him, don't you?"

She nods adamantly, hurrying to put away her things in their proper places.

"There are some ingredients in the kitchen if you'd like to prepare a lunch before you depart," Ningguang suggests.

“Thank you,” you say to her, before turning to your daughter. “What would you like to make?”

She thinks for a moment. “What do you think dad would like?”

“Hm. Anything that isn’t fish,” you make your way to the kitchen, Haruko following closely behind. “After a month at sea, I think he’s sick of fish.”

---

Lunch made and packaged, you and Haruko begin the long walk down to the Port. Steps of green plaustrite appear as you walk. They used to frighten Haruko terribly. Now, though, she loves the way they appear under her feet and disappear when she steps off.

“Watch your steps,” you remind her. Though you trust Ningguang’s architects, you want her to be careful.

“Uh-huh,” Haruko says, half-listening. She’s always distractible on these types of days.

Kazuha isn’t a frequent member onboard the Alcor anymore, but occasionally Beidou will plead with him to accompany her. She says his anemo vision makes cutting through enemies so much easier.

Kazuha will go on month-long voyages with the Crux, maybe two months if he feels like it, but refuses anything more. He doesn’t want to spend time away from you or your daughter.

By the time you arrive at the docks, you’re sweating and the Alcor is pulling into the harbour. Haruko hops up on a dock anchor, waving to the ship.

“Hi!”

A deafening honk sounds from the ship, making Haruko laugh. Then again. Then once more. Honk honk honk honk-

Jeez, Ningguang can probably hear the boat from Mount Tianheng.

Haruko stands back just enough so that the sailors can tie the boat off and lower the gangplank, then she’s rushing onboard the ship. A woman hops down from the wheel, holding out her arms as Haruko leaps into them.

“Auntie Beidou!”

“Hiya Haru!” Beidou grins, swinging your daughter around in a bear hug, long brown hair flying everywhere. “How have you been? Jeez, you’re getting tall!”

“Good! Aunt Ningguang said she misses you.”

Beidou’s grin widens. “Has she, now?”

“Beidou,” you greet sweetly. (Walking on board with much more restraint.) “It’s good to see you’re well.”

Her eye softens. Haruko slowly slides out of her arms. “The same to you. I thought you guys were coming to meet us tomorrow?”

Your house, the one you and Kazuha have, is right on the border between Mondstadt and Liyue. It’s far from the port but it’s quiet, nestled by the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal.

“Well, Ningguang offered us to stay last night, so we did. Haruko wanted to see her dad as soon as possible.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, good to see you again.” Beidou turns to Haruko, mischievous smile on her face. “Your dad’s gonna be thrilled, watch this.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Kaz!”

High up on the mast, a tuft of white hair pops out from the crow’s nest. You smile and give a wave. The tuft disappears, and quick as the wind, the man reappears, hastily scaling down the mast.

He jumps the rest of the way and rolls to his feet, brushing white hair from his eyes, and is promptly tackled by Haruko, nearly losing his balance.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

“Haruko,” Kazuha grins, hoisting her up to rest against his side. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“Good, dad. How was your trip? What did you do? Did you see any scary monsters?”

“Scary monsters, hm, I may have encountered a few.”

“You gotta tell me over lunch – can we eat it in the bird's nest? We made lunch for you!”

“Crow’s nest,” Kazuha corrects gently. “And really? Wow. Did you help make it?”

“Uh-huh! But I’m not telling you what it is; it’s a surprise! You’ll have to open it like a present.”

“That sounds lovely, Haruko. Thank you.”

You walk up to them and press a kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. “Hi, Kaz.”

“Hello, love,” Kazuha purrs, leaning into your touch. “You look stunning.”

Beidou guaffs, Haruko’s nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

(She used to scream at Kazuha to stop whenever he’d recite sappy love poems to you, covering his mouth with both hands so he’d stop talking. It always made you laugh.)

You pull away from Kazuha and save your daughter and Beidou from your ‘gross’ affections. “The journey to Inazuma ok?”

His eyes briefly harden. He smiles tightly. “It was alright.”

There’s a hidden we’ll talk about this later in his voice, unnoticed by Haruko. She wriggles and Kazuha sets her down.

“Can we climb the mast now?”

Kazuha takes her hand, “Ask the captain.”

“Auntie – Captian Beidou, can we climb the mast please?”

Beidou ruffles her head. “Of course you can, kid. Keep an eye out for me on there, yeah?” Then to Kazuha. “I gotta run some errands on land. If I’m not back by the time you’re gone, thanks for everything.”

Kazuha raises a brow. “Might those ‘errands’ have anything to do with that golden brocade you bought?”

Beidou just waves and grins, trotting off the gangplank and jogging towards the Jade Chamber.

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The crow’s nest is really only meant for one person standing up, much less three adults and one child, but you make it work. Haruko is obviously given the best seat, you’re squashed beside her, and Kazuha balances on the edge of the nest, legs dangling over the air.

“Why can’t I do that?” Haruko asks as you unpack lunch.

“Because it’s dangerous. Your dad’s very experienced and can catch himself if he falls.”

You’ve seen it happen many times before. Kazuha losing his footing or grip, that split second when he fell and your heart stopped. Then the gust of air that followed, propelling himself back up to safety.

“Once you’re bigger, you can do this,” Kazuha says.

Haruko huffs. “You always say that…”

He chuckles and pats her head. “We just want you safe, is all.”

You pass out bowls and chopsticks around. Kazuha helps affix a chopstick holder to Haruko’s (she’s getting better, but it’s still a challenge to her.) Haruko insists Kazuha close his eyes as you pour out lunch.

“Ok, you can open them!” she says once things are all set.

Kazuha opens his eyes. A steaming bowl of Jueyun Guoba rests in his hands. Juicy cuts of ham, crisp Jueyun chilis, and the rich aroma enough to make your mouth water.

“Ta-dah! What do you think?”

“Oh, Haruko, it looks divine. You made this?”

“Yep! Hurry and taste it!”

Kazuha takes a bite, closing his eyes. “Delicious. So tasty. Captain Beidou should hire you as a chef, or better yet, wanmin restaurant should hire you.”

Haruko grins ear to ear, “Hehe, thank you.”

As you all eat, Kazuha tells you all about the adventures from his trips. How he saw the most beautiful of flowers, or how he fought a translucent glowing eel, Captian Beidou cooked it up and ate it, how she was sick for three straight days afterwards.

Haruko listens to him intently, staring at Kazuha with such a light in her eyes that makes your stomach flutter with pride.

You snuggle closer to Haruko, wrapping an arm around her. The three of you like actual crows, tucked high away, safe from the clutches of the outside world.

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Haruko wears Kazuha out that day.

She seems to want to do everything Kazuha missed for the past month in a single day. You told her she needn’t rush – Kazuha wasn’t going away any time soon - but that didn’t deter her in the slightest.

You soak your feet in the icy ocean and search for seashells in the sand. You catch crystal flies in the old ruins, delighting in the way Haruko’s face lights up when the yellow wings fade, leaving just the core. You scale one of the many stone cliffs just to enjoy the view as Kazuha plays a tune from a passing leaf.

On your way home, you get some mora meat from a vendor and share the remaining candies from Ningguang as the sun dips below the horizon. When Haruko’s eyes begin to droop, Kazuha carries her on his back the rest of the way home.

Kazuha brushes the hair from her face, kissing her forehead delicately. “Good night, my starlight. May your dreams be as sweet as shooting stars.”

“Poetic,” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

Kazuha’s eyes gleam as the two of you tuck the covers tight around Haruko, kiss her once more for good measure, then gently close the door on her bedroom.

Finally, alone, Kazuha wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder and sighing.

“Tired, pretty boy?” you ask, a lilt of mirth in your voice.

Kazuha hums in agreement, releasing you to intertwine your fingers. He gazes at you, eyes-half lidded, and presses a smattering of kisses to your hand.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

You glance at Haruko’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” Kazuha reassures you. “The wind will watch over her.”

You’re tired, but you’ve also missed Kazuha enough to fight off your slumber. You both wrap up, then make the walk down to the sandy pools of Yougung. The full moon is high in the sky, the breeze cool against your skin.

“Things are still bad over in Inazuma,” Kazuha begins, softly. The wind almost carries his voice away. “It’s gotten better. The vision hunt decree is struck down. Some visions have been returned to the people, but things are still very tense over there…It’s not a place where I want to bring our daughter…”

You squeeze his fingers tightly. It’s felt like ages since you first met Kazuha, when he was just a spry young man onboard the crux. His hair was shorter, he still wore bandages over his arm to hide his injuries from escaping Inazuma.

Now, he lets his hair loose. He wears more Liyue-style clothing. His right hand – the one in your grasp, has healed. Though the physical pain has left, the scars remain.

“I miss my homeland,” Kazuha croaks. “I love what I have with you – I love our home. But a part of me feels forever trapped in Inazuma. Longing for it. I-” He shakes his head, speckles of crystal tears forming in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

“It’s alright, Kazuha,” you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “I can’t begin to understand what that feels like…but I can be here to help you.”

“I just fear-“ he chokes, gripping your shirt. “I fear I’ll never be able to see it again. I’ll never get to bring Haruko to see the cherry blossoms that bloom in spring, or let her feed the cats that roam the islands like wanderers.”

Though you want to, though every part of you wants to assure him he’ll see it, you can’t promise him that. He knows it as well.

You comb your fingers through his hair as his tears stain your shirt. “If that’s the case - If things never get better in our lifetime - then we will make the most of it. Nothing lasts forever. Inazuma will one day change.”

You pull his head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re red and puffy. You rub your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away tear tracks.

“But no matter what, we’ll see it through together.”

Kazuha covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, love. I am forever grateful that I get to spend my life with you.”

You rest your forehead against his, pressing forward just enough so your lips touch.

“Forever,” you murmur. “And then beyond where the wind lies.”

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #idk how to tag things #genshin impact x reader #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #my writing

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dulceackles · 3 years

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The girls' bathroom | Victoria De Angelis

Requested: no

summary: y/n is on a night out with her friends when she starts to feel lonely and self-conscious. And then she meets a girl named Victoria in a tiny restroom of a rusty nightclub.

Okay so this one is personal cus I hate going to a night out thinking you're going to have fun and then ending up feeling like you're left out or 'the unwanted one'. I thought about writing this a while and I really hope someone can relate and find comfort in this the same way that I do.

Pairing: Victoria de angelis x reader (she/her, third person)

if you have wishes for any other pronouns whether it is to switch them in some fic or write a new one using specific pronounces let me know!

word count: 1.2k

content and warnings: lil spicy it is romantic, mentions of alcohol usage, low self-esteem talk, lil sad.

The music raged in a small nightclub the owners had named 'Beverly Hilla' for some odd reason Y/n couldn't really explain. She felt the bottoms of her shoes stick to the floor as some forgotten spilled drink had stained the dance floor.

The place was tiny for a nightclub. It wasn't really popular either but as for tonight, the place was overly filled with drunken people which made y/n feel a little overwhelmed.

"Anna?" Y/n called for her friend who had been dancing like a Wildrose for the past 20 minutes now.

"Hmm?" Her hymn shattered making the alcohol in her system and awfully clear.

"Maybe we should go take a seat for a while, I'm a little tired." Y/n exhaled.

"Yeah suree." Anna started to make her way to the bar stools, y/n quickly following after her. If she was honest, she was ready to go home but didn't want to leave her friend alone and she was sure she wasn't done yet.

The girls made their way to the couple of free bar stools that were next to a bar. (I know IRL finding two free bar stools in a tiny crowded bub would be a miracle but for the sake of the story, they found two free bar stools.)

"Are you going to order something?" Y/n asked but Anna had no time to answer when a young nice-looking man sat next to her.

"Hi girls." He smiled at them and soon locking his eyes with Anna.

"Hi, I'm Anna." Anna introduced herself to him, smiling and looking at him underneath her long lashes.

"Want a drink?" The guy asked Anna and she nodded.

Soon y/n realized she wasn't really involved or welcome in the conversation Anna and the guy had. She could see that Anna was clearly into him, he was clearly into her and she didn't want to third-wheel. She leaned away from them, studying her surroundings.

Nearly everyone was with someone, a friend, a lover. And if there was something that was lingering in her mind, it was the bitter-sweet question; why was she sitting here alone? If nothing else, she was a perfect individual for someone looking just a one night stand. She was alone and she was drunk, so why no one didn't come to talk to her?

Y/n had to admit that it was bothering her more than she liked. Not that she wanted a one night stand, not that she was looking for anything but it was just the fact how she felt forgotten, left out, and over anything left out.

She turned to look at her friend one last time, seeing her talking to the guy and she knew she wouldn't be her company and on top of that, the smell of the alcohol was making her feel unwell.

Y/n got up, not sure if Anna even noticed, and made her way to the restroom diving past the crowd of people dancing.

The public bathroom wasn't big, indeed in a way it almost felt claustrophobic with its crapped walls and tiny toilet stalls.

Y/n lifted her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly tired, makeup little off and her hair had gotten messy from all the dancing. But it wasn't even that. If she could have chosen, she would have the beauty queen. Maybe she'd liked to have different shaped eyes and different lips and maybe nicer hair and nicer jaw.

Suddenly she felt really aware of everything that she thought was wrong in her. A tiny tear run across her cheek as she heard the restroom door open. Y/n quickly wiped her tear and went to the sink to wash her hands.

Y/n heard steps as someone walked into the restroom but to her surprise, she also heard a full female voice spoke to her.

"Are you alright?" The stranger asked.

Y/n turned to look at her. The small light-haired girl was eyeing her up and down with her piercing eyes. She was really pretty and her hair rested perfectly on her shoulders.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine." Y/n nobbed her head, Hair messy hair falling over her own shoulder.

"You don't look really fine if I'm honest; you look quite sad." She quietly giggled a little bit. "I'm Victoria."

"I'm Y/n"

"So did you get lost from your mom or..?" Victoria gently joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/n chuckled a little bit to her, "No quite frankly I didn't this time." She tilted her head a little bit before continuing, "hmm, I just think I got lonely."

Victoria studied her a while, "Lonely?" She asked.

"Yeah like I got ditched by my friend who found a better company." Y/n chucked again

"Ohh, well we here now aren't we?" She smiled at y/n and then there was a moment of silence.

Y/n couldn't help but have her eyes glued to Victoria. There was something really comforting, safe and lovely about her. In many ways, she felt like the most unreplaceable person in this world. And she was stunning.

"You look really pretty." It escaped from y/n's lips by an accident.

"Aww, thank you." Victoria turned to look at her, "You too."

Y/n thought about it a while, "Don't think I am." She shook her head before turning back to the mirror.

"What?" Victoria sounded slightly surprised. At the end of the day, Y/n wasn't really good at taking compliments and she knew it herself.

"Just don't feel like I look even somewhat nice." Y/n shrugged her shoulders. It was probably the alcohol that was making her being so open about her self-image issues.

"Well listen.." Victoria took a step closer to her. "You'll never see yourself in the same way others see you and just because you think that doesn't mean it's right. I mean you don't have a say in who I think is beautiful" She smiled at her and y/n's eyes fell to her lips.

What came as a little surprise to y/n, Victoria lifted her hand to lightly touch her cheek and gently pushed her against the stall door.

"Can I kiss you?" Victoria lowly whispered, locking her eyes at Y/n's lips.

"I mean please," Y/n whispered back to her and leaned a little bit closer for her to gently press her lips against her own.

y/n could taste the liquor of Victoria's tongue and she probably could do the same off of hers but it didn't matter at that point when her red burning lips were dancing with hers.

After a while, Victoria pulled away. A blush rose to Y/n's face when she looked at her not wanting to let go of her.

Victoria reached her hand to take y/n's hand into her own and pulled y/n off from the stall door, "Come, Let's go get Pizza. I'm hungry and done with this nightclub anyways." She said flashing a smirk to Y/n.

"Okey." Y/n giggled as she followed Victoria out of the restroom still holding her hand.

#måneskin fanfic #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis fanfic #victoria de angelis x reader #one shot #fanfic #victoria de angelis x y/n #x reader #måneskin

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whitexwingedxdoves · 3 years

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Ghosts

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Time Frame: Pre Apocalypse (Aprox. A month prior) Warnings: Drug abuse, death, swearing. Summary: You escort your sister to her new dealers house when things take a turn for the worst. A/N:I drew inspiration from this listening to Deftones, haha. Enjoy I guess.

As you stood there, cradling yourself outside of a trailer you watched your sister as she nervously bounced in one spot awaiting the door to swing open. Your eye’s burning a hole in her, completely disgusted in her actions. She felt them burn but she didn’t say a word. Just then the door opened and from it appeared a tall bald man, who from the way he couldn’t hold himself in one spot seemed completely out of it.

“Rose!” he slurred, greeting your sister before his eyes met yours. “Oh fresh meat!” the way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine and bile climbed your throat.

“Yeah, this is my sister, Y/N '' Rose quickly answered, pushing past him and into the trailer. Just as you were about to follow her, the man's arm slammed onto the door frame in front of you stopping your entrance. A sudden rush of nerves took over your body as you tensed up clenching your jaw, your reaction only making the man snigger.

“Merle’s the name” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes met him with only hatred, his hand slowly coming away from the door frame and allowing you inside. As you reached the inside, you noted how unclean the whole trailer was, can’s and cigarette butt’s covered the floor and the smell, well you did your best to ignore it as you made your way to your sister's side. Rose was sitting on the sofa built into the motorhome, you couldn’t bear the thought of touching anything in there so you chose to stand, leaning ever so lightly on the wall. You watched Merle pass you as he threw himself next to your sister on the sofa and started to rummage through a wooden box on the small coffee table in front of them. Your eyes snapped to the other end of the trailer as a door opened, you watched as man stood there looping his belt back up seemingly he was leaving the bathroom, a cigarette hanging from his lips only halfway smoked, when he looked up at you he seemed a little startled but he continued to walk towards you, it wasn’t lost on you how handsome he looked. Slumping himself down on a camper chair opposite Merle and Rose he took the smoke from his lips and let a thick cloud of while smoke fill the room.

“Daryl, this is Rose and…” Merle looked your way playing with a small zip lock bag filled with a brown substance and started snapping his fingers at you with his free hand.

“Y/N” you snapped at him, he responded with a laugh and repeated to you before turning his attention back to the bag as he poured some of the powder on a spoon. “This is my baby brother, Daryl” he slurred, his eyes not leaving the spoon as he held a lighter up to it.

Your eyes trailed to your sister as she picked up a belt from the table in front of her and wrapped it tightly around her arm. The way her eyes looked hungry made you feel sick to your stomach, your eyes darted away attempting to hold back any tears, chewing on the inside of your mouth.

“Hey” Daryl said, looking up at you. He sensed how uncomfortable you were, his eyes wandering from you to your sister and back again. You responded to him with half a smile, though it wasn’t genuine. Your eyes wandered back to your sister as Merle now held a needle to her arm, you couldn’t hide your disgust as he injected her with the poison and even with your best efforts you couldn’t help but let a tear roll down your cheek. You had grown up around this your whole life, you watched your mother fall into the same trap. It was everywhere in your life, past boyfriends, friends and now your sister. Your thoughts became distracted as Merle got your attention.

“You want some?” he teased, holding out the needle to you. You just rolled your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip and let out a frustrated sigh. You watched as he laid your sister on her side, her legs propped up on his thighs. You’d never felt this angry in your life. Your stomach twisting and turning as you watched your sister there helplessly.

A couple of minutes had passed and your eyes didn’t leave your sister, that was until you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Ya look like ya could use some fresh air” it was Daryl, his tone was sweet, almost caring, you looked back down at your sister, your leg bouncing the same way hers did when she craved her next hit. You just nodded and pushed yourself away from the wall and followed the younger brother out the door. The both of you sat, squeezed tightly on the steps to the trailer. You let your lungs breathe in the outside air as you relaxed a little. Your tongue pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you let an annoyed laugh seep out shaking your head. Daryl nudged you gently with his knee holding out a pack of cigarettes and you took one without a word. Playing with the tip of the cig before the man held out a lighter for you. Gently holding it in your lips you leaned into the flame and allowed your lungs to fill with smoke. Now with the cigarette placed carefully between your fingers, you chewed on your thumb, a nervous tick if you will. The smoke from the cig dried your eye out a little as you stared into nothingness.

“Why’d ya come?” Daryl broke the silence though you couldn’t think of the answer anymore, you’d been asking yourself the same question since you pulled up to the motorhome. You shrugged at the question, you felt his eyes all over you. Taking another puff of smoke you leaned back slightly and turned to the rugged man.

“I tried so many times to get her to stop… I figured If I can't get her to stop, I can at least make sure she’s safe” you admitted, your words soft and innocent. He nodded, chewing the corner of his mouth, his head hanging slightly. “What about you? Why are you here?” Bouncing the question back at him, you watched as shifted his body, clearing his throat.

“Aint no where else to be!” You could feel the pain in his words, as simple as they were, you studied him for a moment, the way his jaw bone was prominent, his light coloured beard that shaped the bottom half of his face. You passed your fingers through your hair as you diverted your eyes away from him, what the hell am I thinking, checking out a guy in this situation. You pulled yourself up from the stairs as you took in your surroundings. You noticed a small body of water not far from the trailer, instantly drawn to it you don’t hesitate and walk straight for it.

You heard footsteps behind you, your head turning until you saw Daryl following you. You flicked the butt of your cig onto the ground before reaching the end of the small pond. Not long after Daryl was right by your side and you gave him a warm smile, His heart fluttered at the sight of a genuine smile from you and without thinking he flashed one back at you. Both of you then set your sights on the body of water, the relaxing sensation that took over as you watched it ripple peacefully. You spent a moment there with Daryl just taking in nature, you’ve always felt connected to the outside world, you knew since you were a little girl you were meant to be free outside, not cooped up in a trailer park or stingy house. You needed to be free, to be just out in the world, in the middle of nowhere, no people, no drugs, nothing. Your daydreaming soon came to an end when you heard the roaring of bike engines. Both you and Daryl followed the noise with your eyes. Your hand came to land on his shoulder and he couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that rushed over him.

“Who’s that?” you questioned him, your eyes not leaving the group of men climbing off their bikes and heading towards Merles trailer. Daryl just shook his head in response and without another word you both made your way back up to the trailer.

You broke into a small jog as you heard banging coming from inside the trailer but before you could reach the door, a group of men pushed past you, seemingly in a hurry to get to their bikes. You could hear Daryl behind you cussing at the men but not one of them turned back around as they rushed to their bikes and started them instantly and just like that they were gone. You looked back at Daryl and shared a look of confusion just then Merle pushed through the door. “We need to go” he demanded, instantly grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the trailer, tugging at you as you tried to pull away.

“I need to get Rose!” struggling to pull from his grasp, attempting to dig your feet into the ground to stop the man from pulling you further from your sister. He stopped once you were at your car, both his hands holding onto your arms as he leaned down to your eye level. His face was no longer spewing arrogance, instead it was replaced with remorse and guilt. Your stomach turned instantly as you shook your head, blocking any signals he was trying to throw at you. Soon you felt Daryl push between you both but you were frozen. Daryl could feel every breath you took on his back, he could feel them getting shorter and faster.

“What the hell is happenin’” You growled at his brother, ignoring the orange light that lit up his brothers expression. It wasn’t lost on you, you turned slowly before your eyes met the trailer which was quickly being engulfed in flames. You whimpered involuntarily as the reality of the situation set in, you fell to your knees in disbelief. On the inside you were screaming but nothing left your lips. The heat from the trailer now hitting your skin, your jaw dropped, the once cold tears now heating up on your cheeks. You felt arms wrap around your waist as you was lifted. You seemed to black out as Daryl picked you up and put you in the back seat of the car, climbing in next to you he kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, shushing you as the look of heartbreak never left your features. You didn’t

feel the car start up but considering the outside world now seemed blurry, you knew you were on the move. You still couldn’t speak. You just listened as Daryl pressed his brother for answers of what happened while you were outside. You heard Merle explain how the men were there because he owed them money and despite the trailer being stolen they managed to track him down, how they picked him up from the sofa and pinned him down as they started setting the place a light, How he watched as Rose turned over and started choking on her own sick but he couldn’t get to her, the wouldn’t let him up. He just had to sit and watch her die. He noted that none of the men in the room saw her die but once they realised and the trailer was sufficiently laced with gasoline, they only had a small window to leave and so they did. With every word Merle spoke, a fresh tear escaped your tear ducts. You felt the arms around you tighten at the end of the story. You heard Daryl cuss into your hair as he tried to stop you from shivering. Yet you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak…. at this point you were a shell.

Time had passed, you’re not sure how long, it felt like forever. The entire time in the car you didn’t speak a word, not fully processing losing your sister so suddenly like that. Every time your chest heaved a little too aggressively Daryl’s hold on you would tighten. You felt the car come to a stop, you felt the weight shift in the car as Merle left the drivers seat and once again when Daryl climbed out, it was long until the door at your side swung open and he guided you out of the vehicle and slowly walked you towards a large building complex. A motel of course. It was all blur, the lights from the neon sign welcoming people blurred into one large bright light. You’ve never felt so vulnerable, completely lost, the image of the trailer in a blaze engraved on your brain, it’s all you could see when you blinked. You overheard Merle talking about how he managed to get two rooms for the night, asking Daryl which one he was staying in, you suddenly snapped back to reality when you heard Merle try to convince Daryl that you couldn’t be alone.

“No, I’m fine on my own” your voice was shaky but stern, you watched the younger brother examine your face before nodding.

“We’re right next door, if ya need anythin’” you could sense how uneasy he was about leaving you on your own but not another word was said as you all made way towards the rooms. Merle wasted no time as he bust through his door and immediately headed for the mini bar but Daryl stood back for a moment, making sure you got into your room safely before he entered his own small room. There was only one bed and as if it was automatic Daryl set himself up on a chair in the corner closest to the door. His hands seem pretty shaken as he reached for the pack of smokes in his pocket. Merle paid no attention to his surroundings as he knocked back mini bottles of alcohol one after another, finally throwing the last small glass bottle at the wall “Fuck!” the sound of glass shattering didn’t phase Daryl, he barely even noticed, deep in thought… thinking about you.

Once the door closed behind you, finally alone you pressed your back to the door and the hyperventilating began. It felt like you were suffocating, slowly falling to the ground as you clawed at your white shirt trying to get as much air as you possibly could. Your jaw clenched and you felt every individual teeth grind against each other as you passed a growl, with your breathing slowing down you picked yourself off the floor, filled with rage you looked around the room panicked. You heard the glass smash against your wall coming from Daryl and Merle’s room which only fuelled your anger. You noticed a TV and vase with fake flowers on the dresser, presumably to brighten up the stingy, dirty room and without hesitation you threw your hands across the table, sending the vase into a million pieces as it hit the floor, your scream followed with it. Your whole body filled with rage instantly fell back into sorrow. Leaning over the dressing table, you allowed your tears to fall directly on the oak wood, forming a puddle where the vase once lived.

You managed to pull yourself together enough to escape into the shower, the water washing over you freeing your cheeks from the salt water sting. You focused on each individual water droplet on your fingers, watching the way they danced on your skin in a pathetic attempt to distract yourself. Curled up in a ball at the bottom of the shower, completely bare and exposed, vulnerability at its best. The steam seemed to calm you down, soothe you.

After your shower you sat docile on the double bed, staring into the pitch black spots in your room, the only light that leaked in was from the neon sign outside which flickered often, something that would usually tip you over the edge but you became completely numb. Your gaze was cut short as someone knocked on your door. You waited for a moment, making sure it was real, making sure you haven’t started hallucinating in the trauma of it all. You saw a shadow on your window indicating someone was waiting at your door. Pushing yourself from your bed you dragged yourself to the door to open it. It was Daryl, holding a variety of snacks in his arm.

“Ya should eat!” he insisted, pushing the snacks a little higher.

“Not hungry” he stared at you for a moment, chewing on the corner of his mouth before shaking his head.

“Nah, ya gotta eat.” He demanded, pushing past the door and into your room, throwing the snacks on the edge of your bed. He looked around the room and noticed the vase and without hesitation he started to clean it up, the best he could. You closed the door behind him before resuming your spot in the middle of the bed, your eyes dancing from snack to snack hoping if you stare long enough you’d gain an appetite for at least one of them, you settled on a small bag of chips, popped them open and slipped one into your mouth. You watched as an absolute stranger tended to your room, you couldn’t help but feel more at ease with him being there. You watched as he picked up as many pieces of the vase as he could before locating the bin and chucking them in. He caught your eyes as he turned around and watched you for a moment, unsure of what to say to someone who had just lost their sister. His head dropped before making his way to your side, turning on the lamp next to the bed. He sat down on the chair next to the bed and watched for a moment before he picked up a snack himself and started to eat it, it was gone almost immediately, while you were still struggling to eat your second chip.

After a few moments of silence you turned to Daryl, instantly gaining his attention. You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him “You okay?” he questioned, his face looking puzzled.

“No” you admitted but he understood, he just nodded, standing back up with a little stretch making his way to the door.

“Well, I’ll see ya in the mornin’ “ but before he could twist the handle you called out to him.

“Stay” you swallowed the lump in your throat, finally admitting you couldn’t be alone anymore. It was too much. He just nodded before sitting back down on the chair, leaning back into it. You put the half empty packet of chips on the bed side table as you climbed under the covers, your eyes still on Daryl. He took that as his cue to turn the lights back off and settle back into his chair. Your eyes fluttered open and closed for a while as you tried to fight it, scared of what your dreams will hold for you tonight after everything that happened but eventually you sub came to tiredness and drifted off to sleep.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #the walking dead fandom #daryl dixon #norman reedus #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic

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cedric-stories · 3 years

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Wassailia Cookies (Cedric x Reader)

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: Very suggestive (what’s new? Lol), no sex but strongly implied, language, fluffy.

Plot: You’re gonna need to read it to find out 😉

Author’s note: hope there’s no errors. Sorry it took me so long to post again. Have been busy for the past few days packing for vacation. I’m happy to say there is a ‘by the ocean’ fic in the works, lol. Happy Holidays y’all!!

(and yes, the suggestive content is suggestive but there is no sex. Tbh, I’m a little scared about writing my first smut so I keep holding off. Eventually though, lol. I’ll mark where it gets weird with a 😊 and where it ends.)

Last thing, THANK YOU ALL MY NEW FOLLOWERS!!! I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!! AND TO ALL YOU WHO LIKE MY POSTS!! I’m glad y’all enjoy it

Wassailia Cookies

Reader pronouns: She/her

“Love, can you please get the door?” you called outside the tower.

You waited outside with two heavy, brown boxes crowding your view.

“It’s open.” He said, not sure that you could see.

“Thanks!”

Once you got inside, you placed them down on the nearest wooden table.

Your chest was heaving up and down, “Oh man, those were heavy.”

“What on earth are they?”

You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Ingredients to bake Wassailia cookies.”

Cedric cocked his head. “Bake cookies?”

“Um, yeah,” you wondered what he didn’t understand. “I thought we could make some sugar ones together. If you want to?”

He still had a puzzled look on his face.

“Alright, that would be fun, but why not just conjure some?”

Your perplexed expression turned to utter shock.

“What fun is that? It’s a tradition to make cookies by hand during the holidays.” You explained with your ‘you should know this’ tone. “Didn’t you do this with your family?”

Cedric shook his head. “I never have. Growing up, mother always just conjured some, if we had any at all.”

“So,” you began, “did you guys have any family traditions for the holidays?”

“Well…no I guess not. My father was always” his expression sadden, “to busy to do things like that.”

You felt bad for him. Here the love of your life has never had any traditions over the holidays. You had just presumed he did. Not knowing what to say, you just stood in front of him.

“Well, why don’t we just make some traditions of our own?” you said, trying to cheer him up.

Cedric’s eyes met yours and gained back the familiar twinkle.

“Alright! Do you still want to bake?”

You grinned. “I’d love to!”

You picked up a box and Cedric picked up the other. The two of you started into the kitchen and set the stuff down on the counter.

Cedric put a hand on your back, and you shifted into him.

“Now, you must me patient with me, love. I am not much of a baker.”

You giggled. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

After standing there for a minute, you began taking ingredients out. You asked him to grab a few bowls and you brought out the mixer. You rummaged through a few papers and picked one out.

“Here, this is the recipe, if you want to get the wet ingredients out of the fridge and start putting them together that would be great.” You said, still looking into the box.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

When you finally finished getting things organized you walked over to the mixer to find the beginnings of the dough already made.

“Oh, wow. Thanks, honey.” You were surprised by how fast he had gotten things combined.

A few minutes later, you put the dry in with the wet and began mixing it.

“It says not to overmix, so I think we better stop it, don’t you?” Cedric asked. You hadn’t even noticed it was on the verge of overmixing.

“Right!” you blurted out, running over to the mixer, and shutting it off. “Thank you.”

Cedric replied with a ‘uh huh’.

You put the dirty bowls and spoons into the soapy dish water and started to clean up when you saw Cedric steal a piece of dough from the bowl.

“Cedric! Don’t eat that! You’ll get poisoned!” You exclaimed, stomping over to scold him.

“No, I won’t.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, you will.” You snapped, snatching the bowl away from him and wrapping the dough into two separate balls.

“You’re just that worried about me, huh?” Cedric asked with a smug look on his face.

“Well, maybe so.” You said, walking over to your boyfriend.

Cedric was leaned up against the counter when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed against him. You looked up and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

“You do know how much I love you, right?” You questioned, looking at his shimmering, cognac eyes.

Cedric’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“I think so.”

After sharing another gentle kiss, Cedric and you walked into the living room and sat down.

You had your head on his shoulder and began thinking.

“You want some hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I’d like some.”

You got a tea pot and poured some warm water from the sink into it. The

Water dripped down slowly from the nozzle as it filled. The soft even sound of the liquid hitting the metal surface made your shoulders relax and put your ambiance at ease. You reached up, grabbed the glass handle, and pivoted your hand to shut off the water. Placing the pot down, you walked over to the blackened stove and flipped a burner on. The flame flickered and crackled as it rose above the center of the burner. A small line of smoke twisted as it floated up into the air. You placed the pot onto the burner carefully and opened the cupboard to the left to find the hot chocolate mixture.

While the packets you had bought from the store were fine, you always liked to add extra bits of chocolate to make the drink more potent. You got out the bags and a gold-wrapped bar of chocolate and set them aside. Next, you walked past the stove to the right and reached up to open the other dark, woodened cabinets. You found two glass mugs that were almost teacup shaped and added the packets to them.

Unfolding the golden wrapping from the chocolate, you dropped two squares into each mug, making sure they were about equal amounts. When you were done, you slowly wrapped up the chocolate again and put it back.

You began hearings a small, steaming sound from the pot. Then, a loud whistling came screaming out from the spout. You grabbed the teapot and started pouring the boiling water into the cups. Steam rose up and the water splashed, conforming to the shape of the mugs. After you had poured enough water in till it was about an inch from the top, you set the pot down and grabbed a spoon. You dipped the spoon down into the hot liquid. While you were stirring, you heard footsteps from behind.

The steps got closer until they were right behind you. The next thing you noticed were two arms gently wrapping around your waist. As you continued, the warm body pressed you up against the counter from behind.

Kissing the top of your head, Cedric began to speak.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes, there is no place I’d rather be.” You replied, stiffening your back, and curling into him.

“Are you almost done? It’s boring without you.” He said, brushing his hand across your stomach, causing your middle to twitch.

“Almost.”

The spoon had moved onto the other cup and you were just about done. You tried scooching up to grab some marshmallows from the cupboard, but Cedric pushed against you harder to try to keep you in place.

“Honey,” you giggled, “I need to get the marshmallows.”

“No, you don’t,” he denied, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “stay here, who likes marshmallows anyway?”

You immediately stopped fighting.

“You don’t like marshmallows?” You asked, once again in shock of something he said.

“No, do you?”

“Oh course!” you cried. “How can you not?”

“Too sticky for me.”

“Cedric, you can’t have Wassailia spirit without marshmallows!” You said jokingly. You were giving full expressions with every word you said, but since you were stuck facing the cupboards between the counter and your boyfriend, it looked like you were talking to two cups of hot chocolate and a wall.

“Well, I think I will manage.” He laughed, letting you free to grab your beloved, squishy, white clumps of god know what.

After grabbing the package, you put a few into your mug and left them on the counter. Walking back to the living room, Cedric grabbed a book and sat down on the couch. You followed and plopped down. Snuggling next to him, you began to think about your relationship the past year.

The two of you had been together for 9 months now and it was beautiful.

You could not believe he asked you out that day. He was all you had waited for, and believe me, the first time you looked into those brown eyes was like the first time you had ever felt alive. It was almost like you were suffocating for years, and then suddenly, when he looked at you, you were able to breathe. Now, a few months later, you were sitting next to him, watching him read a book.

You couldn’t believe you were here, with him. Your whole life, the two of you had been separated by dimensions* and now he was yours. You looked down his body and noticed the wrinkles in the dark robe he was wearing. You observed the crinkles of his gloves as he licked a finger and flicked a page of his book to the other side. You laid down across his lap and felt the warmth radiate off his body. Yes, this was truly happiness.

You looked up at your boyfriend as he kept reading. You began tracing your finger along his jaw and kissed up his chest. You wrapped your arm around his waist, curled your legs up next to him, and nuzzled his stomach.

“Excuse me, what in the world are you doing down there?” Cedric asked, lifting his hands so he could see you.

You gave a little smile up at him.

“Nothing, just begging for your attention.”

😊“Oh really? And why are you doing that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I love you.” You began, sliding your hand up his shoulders. “I think you’re handsome, and kind, and sweet, and beautiful,” you paused, “and I’d really appreciate it if you’d kiss me.”

Cedric’s lips curled up and he leaned over and quickly set his book down on the side table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guided your arms around his neck, and leaned up into him.

Settling down onto his lap carefully, you noticed how turned on he was. You tried to hold back a sigh and looked up at him; his face was beginning to turn red.

“Well, I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much.” You tease, slightly bucking your hips.

Cedric let out a small whimper.

“Yes, but I-I didn’t expect you to get close enough to notice.” He answered, shifting his gaze to the side.

You began running your hands through his thick, raven black hair and smiled. You knew you had him. Kissing his cheek, you traced a figure around his ear.

“God, have I ever told you how lucky I am?” You asked, your lips still inches from his. “First, I get a job as a nurse in the castle, then I get to go out with the guy of my dreams. Next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap waiting for Wassailia cookies.”

Cedric gave another noise in response and tried kissing you, but you shifted away from him and gave a grin.

“I never believed in my wildest dreams that I’d end up with you. You’re my everything, my world, and I wouldn’t change any part of it. My life is complete with you, Cedric.” You began kissing down his cheek to his neck. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?” He asked with a flirty look.

You smiled.

“Anything.”

Cedric chuckled. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you feel that way about me. You truly are the best thing that’s ever happened.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your expression softened even more, and your heart began to melt. In the mists of this, you still noticed he was hard. Cedric was not like most and his emotions were very connected to his desires, and you knew that. You also knew he was probably dying to kiss you but was holding back to continue the moment. While you could’ve given in and kissed him, you decided to play a little game and see what he’d do.

He moved your face towards his and leaned in to kiss you. You tried pulling back again to tease but he didn’t let you.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not falling for that again.” He said, recalling an older event (not today).

“Mm.”

Instead of kissing you though, he just looked into your eyes. The moment lasted a little longer than you had expected, and you began getting impatient.

“Oh, Cedric,” You sighed, shifting in slowly. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

He blushed once again and smiled. You could tell he was trying hard to hold back, in case you were truly just trying to be sweet.

You traced along his jaw again and brushed your fingers lightly along his neck, running your hands down his chest. Moving your arms back up around his shoulders, you adjusted slightly and then began a slow bucking motion across his lap.

That was the breaking point for him. You felt his hands firmly grasp the sides of your face and his lips crashed into yours and he began bucking back up against you. You let out a sharp breath and moaned as things began heating up. His hips hit harder and harder the longer you went on. You felt your legs begin to shake. As much as making out was fun, it wasn’t giving you enough.

“Cedric!” you almost shouted in between kisses. “Please, please just fuck me!”

The next thing you knew, he was on top of you, pawing at your shirt.

“Can I?” he asked for consent.

“Oh god, YES! Please, just hurry up!” You gasped, struggling to untie his robe. 😊

Awhile later, you fixed your clothes and hair, and made your way back to the kitchen with your boyfriend attached to your side. You opened the fridge to check on the dough.

“I think it’s done.” You said softly, wiping sweat from your forehead with a napkin.

You grabbed the two round discs and set them on the counter. After, you wandered over to get some flour and sprinkled it down along the surface. Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the dough down and started rolling it out.

You had the side of your body pressed against Cedric as you continued. Every time you’d fix the sheet of cookie dough, he would kiss your cheek. You loved this so much.

Once the dough was in a thin layer, you grabbed a cutout and flowered it.

“If you wanna start cutting out shapes you can.”

Cedric nodded and grabbed a star shape.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were done and had cut out both entire sheets. Cedric seemed to particularly like the snowman shaped cutout.

Cedric opened the oven carefully and set the timer for 14 minutes.

Cedric heard the oven go off and opened the door.

He took out his wand and gave it a light flick. The silver sheet came slowly out of the oven and floated its way over to the counter. Smiling, you got out a spatula and gently began lifting each cookie off the pan. They bent to the spatula as you scooted the thin end under. After each cookie was securely balanced, you would slowly move to the other counter and flatten the edge to it. Then, you’d begin to lift the cookie in a slight angle to slide them onto the surface. You repeated this motion until the very last cookie.

You looked at the star shaped, tan, sugary treat and, instead of placing it with the rest, you cut it in half. You grabbed a piece and handed it to Cedric.

“Here, try some handmade cookies.”

He took it from you and took a bite. He seemed to like it.

“Good?” you asked.

“Very good.” He answered, piling the rest of it in his mouth.

You decided to give him your half and started making some royal icing. You colored it red, yellow, green, white, and black.

“Alright, I got some bags out and made icing, now we just have to decorate!”

Cedric grabbed a chair and sat down next to the table. You sat down on his lap and grabbed a cookie.

The two of you began frosting the cookies (stealing a bit of icing in between) and decorated them. You liked doing small designs with the icing while cedric just liked to flood the whole thing. After a few hours, you had finished the two dozen cookies and set them onto a few plates.

“Thank you, Cedric.” You kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, y/n, for letting us share this experience together. There marks the first year of traditions for me. Now, how about we take a few of those cookies and go sit by the fire?”

“That sounds great!”

You headed out with a plate full of cookies to the fire and smiled looking at the Wassailia tree proudly standing in the corner with ornaments and tinsel.

“Merry Wassailia, Cedric.”

“Merry Wassailia, Love.”

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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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Ouran High School Host Club AU (Inspired by this post)

Yes, I used everybody they offered as the characters (and more!), it’s just a really big club.

(It will 200% get bigger if I keep writing this, don’t test me)

Ship Tags: MiyaHina, AtsuHina, OsaHina, OiHina, KurooHina, BokuHina, AkaaHina, TsukiHina, UshiHina, AoHina, HyakuHina, NishiHina/NoyaHina, Hinata Harem aka Hinata/Everyone.

Loosely follows plot, but a few things have been changed to match Haikyuu more, such as:

•Hinata isn’t an honor-student, he’s on an athletics scholarship (and while there are plenty of decent athletes there, they’re all rich enough to not need a scholarship)

•Hinata wears blue-light glasses often. He has good vision but having the glasses framing his vision helps him focus in class instead of getting (as) distracted.

•Yachi and Hinata switch off on some Haruhi stuff but Yachi isn’t the one the guys are all simping for.

•Yachi is an actual honor student but she’s not on the kinda full-ride scholarship Hinata is on. She’s like, partially rich, but not enough for Ouran (so she gets bullied or at least teased.)

•Hinata and Yachi got to be really good friends at orientation since she can sympathize with him better than all the actual rich people, and she helps him with his studies so he doesn’t completely flunk his classes.

•The Twins, like Hikaru and Kaoru, have the same color hair (brunette) atm

•Hinata’s mom is a drag king to parallel Haruhi’s dad’s sitch

•Oikawa doesn’t let Iwaizumi into the club because he kills his eccentricity and egotism. None of the others can vibe check him the way Iwa-Chan does so that’s why he seems even more unbearable and thus more Tamaki-like.

••

Hinata tried to figure out where Yachi disappeared to, peering down halls and into classrooms through small openings of the doors. “Yachi-saaaan...”

He barely registered the vague scent of roses and sweets saturating the air as he pushed the door softly.

The wood swung open as though pulled, Hinata stumbling through with a shout. A breeze and rose petals drifted by his face as he opened his eyes, head whipping up to view the silhouettes of the boys not too far from the door.

“Welcome to the Harukou Host Club!”

“Th-The... --What’s a host club?”

Hinata watched as all of the boys’ faces fell into befuddlement.

“W-What a funny joke,” a brunet, sat upon a throne-like chair, commented, his fingers interlocked beneath his chin. “Isn’t that cute? Trying to win our hearts with humor.”

“But--”

“So, what kind of guys do you like? We’ve got plenty of types to spare, and I don’t think any of them have any problem attending to a male--ah, sorry, what’re your pronouns? That was rude of me to assume.”

Hinata’s instinctive, “He/him,” came out before he could attach his protests at the services offered, his stress elevating as the brunet hopped out of his chair and sauntered over to him, hands extended in shows of eccentricity.

“We haven’t gotten a boy, yet, huh, ‘Tsumu?” one of the guys still in the group commented, his arm draped over the shoulder of his exact copy (sans the parting of the brown locks).

“No, but that’s because the only boys we’re involved with are each other,” the copy, ‘Tsumu(?), said, grabbing the other’s chin to hold his gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes for a second before their faces got a little green, the two of them separating to mime vomiting whilst laughing.

Hinata had to tune back into the brunet approaching him, who seemed to be going off on a tirade about beauty and elegance. He tuned back out almost immediately, finding even schoolwork to be more interesting.

“’Tsumu and ‘Samu are awful at the twincest-schtick, don’tcha think?”

“Right? I thought so, too. We’d be ten bajillion times better at it if we were identical twins!”

The ravenette rolled his eyes, although he drew in the other smugly. “Identical or not, the reason we work is because I’m a good actor.” Then, placatingly, he amended, “And you’re not hard to tease and smother with affection.”

His silver companion’s eyes lit up. “Man, you’re so cool, Kuroo.”

“Make sure to call me Tetsu when there are girls here.”

“Oooh do I get a nickname? Like, Kouta instead of Koutaro?”

Kuroo grinned, “Don’t give me an offer like that. I’ll call you Honey or Beloved, and while we’re raking in the cash, Akaashi’ll sell a bunch of merchandise with it.”

Another ravenette, probably Akaashi, nodded calmly as he penciled into his notebook. Beside him, a tall blonde smirked, his glasses flashing menacingly as he tapped away into a calculator. Kuroo and the silveret both paled and protested at him, which he seemed to ignore.

Speaking of ignoring things...

“You’ve been talking a long time, haven’t you?”

The brunet, knelt on the floor near a table, glanced over at him like he forgot who he was talking at. “Is that praise of my oratory skills? I’ve always been told that people get lost in my speeches, and it’s no surprise that you’ve gotten so enthralled with one!”

Seems like I wasn’t the only one who got lost, Hinata thought, noting the despondent, glazed eyes of some of the occupants. A short guy with a patch of blonde hair jumped up into a handstand on the shoulders of one of the taller guys in the back with white hair, and it was made evident that, no, some of them just always appeared completely detached from reality.

“So, anyway, what kind of guy is your type, Mr. Athlete? Maybe you like the cool type? The boy lolita?”

“—I AM NOT THAT SHORT—”

“You are quite that short,” the brunette continued, “Or maybe you like the strong silent type? —We have three of those. We also have twins—identical and fraternal— if you’re into the taboo kinda stuff. We don’t kinkshame here.”

“Maybe we should,” muttered the blonde guy with the calculator. His mouth was covered by a silver-haired guy with black ends, whose face betrayed no emotion even as the blonde fought against his palm irately.

“I’m not into this kind of thing,” Hinata said quickly, “Besides, doesn’t it cost money? I don’t think I’d be able to afford something like this, anyway.”

“Speaking of not being able to afford things... Shouldn’t we check up on her?” Probably-Akaashi motioned to a corner of the room with a piano and a familiar blonde girl hiding beneath its bench, sobbing meekly into her knees.

“Yachi-san!”

Hinata raced over to her, her head whipping up at his call. Her teary eyes let loose some sparkling droplets as she leapt at him, although the rope binding her ankles to the bench prevented her from fully reaching him. He thankfully was close enough that he saved her from a tumble to the floor.

“Hinataaaa,” she whined into his shoulder, “I’m going to have to sell my organs!!!”

“What!?”

“She came into our clubroom earlier and broke the vase we were supposed to sell at an auction,” explained one of the twins.

“It was worth eight million yen, and she told us she doesn’t have enough money but that she’ll sell her organs in order to pay us back, which is impressive in the dedication but very concerning.”

“We had Wakatoshi-kun put her on the bench to calm down, but she tied herself to it because she thought she would be our prisoner as a punishment.”

Yachi clearly tuned them out, too busy crying and hiding in Hinata’s arms. The redhead patted her on the head, wondering how things could get this weird in less than twenty minutes of her being out of his sight.

“Yachi-san.”

No response. Her blubbers were even less coherent now.

“Yachi-san!” He shook her by the shoulders until she blinked up at him. “I’ll help you, okay? Just promise me you’ll be more careful. And help me with my homework again!”

“Hinata...”

He grinned at her and patted her head. When he turned back to the group of boys, he could see they parted somewhat to allow the brunet to be visible whilst lounging on his throne that was turned to face them.

“I’ll be taking on Yachi-san’s debt,” he declared. The brunet rested his cheek on his fist and peered down his nose at him, smirk drawing his lips.

‘Kuroo’ spoke up, “Hoh? All eight million? Are you sure you can make it up, Chibi-chan?”

“You couldn’t even afford a school uniform; how do you plan to pay us back?” said the blonde guy, eyeing his white-and-pink tracksuit with no lack of judgment.

“I’ll...” Hinata glanced back at Yachi, her eyes glistening, and steeled his resolve, “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Then, Chibi-chan, from here on,” the brunet guy’s voice, initially dropped, lilted upward as his amusement mounted, "You’ll be our bitch.”

“What.”

•

Hinata frowned at the smudges all over his lenses, ignoring the twins (both sets) measured him for his uniform.

He almost didn’t notice when Kuroo bent down to meet his eye-level and gently grasped the frames of his blue-light glasses. “Alright, Chibi-chan, we’ll be taking these. Though it doesn’t even seem like you need them, huh, since these lenses don’t really have any magnification?”

“Well, no, but since we have a lot of work on laptops here I thought they’d be better to have.”

Kuroo hummed and slipped them off his ears and nose, and all of the twins gawked at him as he blinked up at them.

“What?”

Osamu kicked Atsumu’s calf, and the Miyas dragged Bokuto away with them.

“Nothing,” said Kuroo, “Maybe they just forgot you’d have a face behind these.”

“Oh, I’ve done that before! Like when people are sick for a long time and they wear a mask, I kinda forget they have mouths!”

“Yeah, just like that.”

•

“What kind of coffee is this?” The brunet, now known to be Oikawa Tooru, asked, beckoning Hinata over with the most obnoxious “come-hither” motion to ever exist.

“Instant. I don’t really understand coffee, but this is what my mom buys. It’s just cheap enough that I still have money for lunch.”

Oikawa sputtered at Hinata’s lackluster funding for his nutrition, although his mind finished processing what was said about the coffee itself before he could really express any amount of disbelief at the former.

“What do you mean ‘instant’? Are the beans already ground or something?”

Hinata blinked. “Coffee’s made of beans?”

Oikawa sighed heavily and drew up to his full height, holding the coffee container skyward as a few girls approached for their hosting appointment.

“Alright, you know what? I’m up for a challenge! I’m going to try some commoner’s coffee!”

The girls in the clubroom gave shrieks of surprise, Oikawa’s announcement drawing the attention of the entire room. Hinata longingly and despondently stared outside at the people running around the track and beginning practices for their various sports, allowing himself to be dragged away by the club president.

“Darn rich people,” he mumbled.

•

Oikawa was very clingy, Hinata found. Every spare second he had at the club was spent with the other nearby, coddling him and encouraging him to learn up close. It was so draining that the Miya Twins and the Fraternals dragging him into their games was infinitely more appealing, but that could also be his bias for Bokuto coming into play.

Kuroo was cool, too, yes, and the Miya Twins gave him food, but Bokuto’s energy was so perfectly aligned with his that Kuroo whined about his brother being snatched away on multiple occasions.

This time, with Oikawa monologuing as dramatically as ever, Hinata had no sets of twins to free him from the absolutely boring speech. He spaced out so hard, he didn’t notice Oikawa coming closer and hugging him to his chest excitedly.

He shouted, the fright sending tears into his eyes, and he reached desperately at the tall trio nearby. “Help!”

All three of them instinctively drew closer, but it was the white-haired eyebrowless one who pulled him out of Oikawa’s grasp by the armpits, Hinata’s legs dangling in the air while the brunette sat stupefied.

“A-Aone-kun, you didn’t have to go so far...” Oikawa tried.

Hinata smiled at Aone in thanks and patted his head gently to express further gratitude. Whence he was placed down, Aone bowed to him, and he bowed back.

•

Nishinoya was a very fun person to be around, although their interactions were sparse. He shone under the attention from the girls, and if Hinata didn’t know the girls were paying for his time, he’d have assumed the reverse was true. But it made sense, you know, since Noya-san was just such a cool dude.

The girls cooed at him and giggled at his jokes, and his dorky personality coupled with his small-but-wild looks made him a charmer. He also offered Hinata cake on a frequent basis, and often accosted the others to make sure they ate up--especially Tsukishima, who seemed prickly enough that Hinata didn’t want to get near him with a ten foot pole.

Unfortunately, Tsukishima was also the one mostly in charge of handling his debt, so he could not actually be avoided. Hinata was assured by Akaashi that he’d remove any undue charges Tsukishima would add to the debt, although Hinata would’ve preferred he hadn’t said anything about those undue charges and just did the removals with Hinata none-the-wiser, as then he wouldn’t be paranoid about the things Tsukishima would charge him for.

•

Hinata hadn’t meant to attract the attention of one of Oikawa’s most attached clients. She gave off a weird vibe and when he mentioned her to Yachi, the blonde girl went a little paler than usual (which, while a frequent occurrence, didn’t fail to raise alarm bells in the redhead’s mind).

“She’s territorial,” Yachi managed, eventually, and Hinata had to go through all of the lessons the girl kindly drilled into his head in order to remember what that word meant.

“Oh. So why would she be interested in a guy at a host club? Isn’t he, like, one step from prostitution?” Yachi choked at that, shaking her head to fight down any amusement.

“I don’t think she thinks those other girls are a threat.”

Hinata hummed, “Well, she keeps glaring at me, so maybe she’s just a little dumb and confused.”

Yachi pursed her lips, barely able to keep her laughter contained.

•

Hinata wondered why Yachi’s schoolbag was tossed into the pond. Alongside it sat his, and as he began running through the halls to go attend to the issue, he spotted that client.

Hinata quite pointedly ignored her, continuing down the halls and stairs. He felt a small flame of rage light up in his chest at seeing Yachi’s notebooks scattered across the surface of the water, covers just buoyant enough that the papers were only starting to soak in water, and he prioritized getting her items out and organized before he could even ponder grabbing his own.

He’d been in the pond for twenty minutes, thankfully having managed to salvage most of her things, before a voice broke through the quiet of the grounds. “What are you doing?”

Hinata didn’t need to glance over his shoulder to know it was Oikawa, his voice light and airy, with a hint of playful exasperation.

“I can’t find my wallet.”

“You’ll get sick with your clothes all wet. Can’t you just let it be?”

Oikawa didn’t seem to understand the necessity of what he’d likely consider pocket change. “I need the money for food. I’m not going to get paid for a couple days and I don’t want to starve in the meantime.”

There was a lengthy period of silence. He wondered if Oikawa left, trying desperately to make out the shape of his coin pouch amidst the colorful pebbles lining the bottom of the pond. He nearly growled in frustration as a series of ripples tore through surface, though as he heard the telltale sound of someone wading through water, he spotted the brunette with his pants rolled up and bare feet gingerly resting on the stone.

“What are you doing?” Hinata quarried, eyebrows drawn up in confusion.

Oikawa’s face was concentrated yet somewhat peaceful as he copied Hinata’s searching motions, fingers gliding across the smooth pebbles. A few strands of hair caught the water and were left with shimmering drips that occasionally fell back into the pond.

“I’m helping.”

He never turned to look away from the bottom, focused mostly on the task at hand. Even his distant, deeper, and yet airier voice conveyed how little attention he was giving his words, and Hinata could only wonder if this was the most genuine he’d ever heard the other in their past week of interactions.

“Why?”

“Well, why not? I mean, everyone tells me I’m dripping with good looks,” he chuckled, the breathy quality sending something through Hinata that made him duck his head down and resume seeking his funds.

The two sought it out for over ten minutes before getting any results. The small coin purse, shaped like a small black crow, sat cradled in Oikawa’s palm. He proffered the item to Hinata with a wink, the redhead unclasping it and sighing in relief at the dryness of its interior.

“Thanks, Grand King.”

As Hinata beamed up at the other, the reflected light from the water seemed to hit Oikawa’s eyes harder, as though a flare traveled across the distance between the earth and the sun solely for this moment. He held up a peace sign and smiled back at the other, wondering if such luminance could ever be reproduced.

(If it could, then he’d love to bottle some up and save it for a rainy day, but maybe there was a hint of greed in that thought.)

•

“Oh, dear, I can’t believe someone would do such a thing!” the client across from him cooed. Her face tilted down a bit, and shadows draped across her eyes and cheeks. “Still, I can’t believe you got Tooru to scrape through that filthy pond for you. He always has been excessively charitable.”

“Yeah,” Hinata mumbled, stuffing a bite of cake into his mouth. The sweetness was significantly dampened by the presence of the girl. What was her name, again? His focus shifted to trying to recall it.

“I couldn’t imagine having so little shame that I’d be a charity case, though. I mean, doesn’t it embarrass you to have Tooru waiting on you hand and foot?”

Yachi, who’d been standing just within earshot, turned to their conversation just then, a disgruntled look on her face. Despite the anxiety that spread quivers across her body from her sternum, she frowned heavily and managed to inquire, "Aren’t you just jealous?”

Something flashed across the clients face then: anger, most likely. Hinata was drawn out of his attempt at recollection by her hand shooting across the table to yank him over to her, a scream escaping her as they toppled to the ground. Teapots and cups burst apart upon contact with the pink tiles, some of the tea soaking into the knees of his gifted uniform pants as it puddled.

Hinata’s palms and wrists ached from the way they slammed against the floor, on either side of the client’s head. People were quick to crowd them, murmuring and gazing in horror.

“Help!” she cried, “He attacked me! He just jumped across the table, I--” she scooted out from under him, and he slowly sat back on his haunches before accidentally falling onto his bottom. The discomfort of his soaked clothing did little to distract him from the confusion welling within.

She crawled over to Oikawa whence the brunette stepped closer to the scene. He was the first one over, ever keen regarding the club’s new pet, but only after surveying the situation did he close the distance.

Her fingers clutched at Oikawa’s pant leg, creasing the fabric as she shivered with tears in her eyes. Hinata’s jaw was slack. Did he do something? Did he try to do anything to her while he was spaced out? He was sure she pulled him, but should he have been expecting such a thing and made to avoid it?

He slowly turned his eyes over to Yachi, whose face was creased in an anger he’d never quite seen before. Her meekness took a sideline to the frustration and disbelief drawing together her brows and tugging her lips downwards.

“Tooru, please, you have to do something. He was like an animal, I--”

Her desperate face fell into shock as warm water rushed across her face and scalp, soaking the top of her uniform dress. Her panting became a squeaking staccato, and she blinked as her brows drew up steadily.

“Tooru?” she whispered, before whipping her head around to the Miya Twins, who glared down at her, unimpressed. “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me?! I--”

“God, you pigs sure like to squeal, don’tcha.”

Osamu glanced down at the jug in his grasp. “I oughtta grab another one at this rate.”

“Why did you--” Hinata startled as Yachi stepped in front of him.

“You pulled him to you! I saw it! You were envious that he got Oikawa-san’s attention and tried to frame him!” she blurted.

More whispers and gasps spread across their audience easily. Oikawa’s face was steely and impassive as the client stared up at him with a cocktail of hurt and anger. “You can’t believe her, Tooru, I--”

“You really are beautiful,” Oikawa interrupted, his fingers gliding under her chin. “But nothing more than that. It seems you’re not classy enough for our club, my dear, and so I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, Hinata’s heart clenching with a mild bit of sympathy, before she got to her feet and took off, her broken shout of, “Tooru, you idiot--!” echoing through the clubroom.

“I’m sorry, ladies; regrettably, we’ll have to cut our time short for today.” Tsukishima said with his paper-thin smile. It dropped as Akaashi continued for him,

“All of you will receive a full refund of the costs for today’s appointments. You can also use those same funds to reschedule, if you’d like to. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience.”

The girls cooed and cheered, and Tsukishima barely kept his frown from forming.

Eventually the clients filed out of the clubroom, exclaiming their farewells to the hosts. Hinata and Yachi silently stared after them, not wanting to look back to the hosts surrounding them.

“So, what should I do about you?” Oikawa said, drawing Hinata’s reluctant attention. The appraising look and grasp of his own chin were not reassuring at all; Hinata and Yachi glanced at each other and gulped. “Hmm, Tsukki-chan?”

“Don’t call me that,” the bespectacled blonde groused, before pushing up his glasses and smirking. “Since our guests had to leave and receive refunds, our profits for today are at a zero. And because of the drama earlier, we have a few broken teapots and cups from one of our specialty sets, as well as a table that needs to be repaired. To make up for all the damages and overall loss... Akaashi?”

The ravenette typed into a calculator quickly. Bokuto hid behind a sinisterly-grinning Kuroo with his fingers half-heartedly covering his eyes from fear of Akaashi. Akaashi presented the calculator screen within a second.

“Approximately one hundred thousand yen.”

“H-Hundred...”

“Thou...-sand...” Yachi’s eyes swam. Hinata caught her as she half-fainted, both of them shaking with tears welling in their eyes.

“That’ll be added onto your debt, you two. You’d better hope one of your descendents pays it off.” Tsukishima’s smirk shaved additional years off their lives, and Hinata had to pull Yachi’s soul back from the air to shove it back into her body.

“Darn rich people,” he whined. Kuroo cackled.

••

That was fun ngl. Like, some things go slightly different than in OHSHC, but overall it has some of the same vibes I think

I feel like Bokuto and Akaashi as Honey and Mori respectively would be funnily fitting despite the roles I have them in here, but I think I’m gonna be fluid and loosey-goosey about who is which OHSHC character most of the time (since Noya isn’t entirely Honey-like and there are lots of people who can fit different roles). Kenma and/or Kuroo can fit Kyoya and Tamaki roles too, now that I think about it. Damn this show for having so many characters.

Also this is a nightmare to tag since a lot of characters have multiple spellings for their names and there are so many characters. Heck, that’s why I wrote all the ships at the top!

Anyway, I hope y’all liked it! Might write more if asked

Also, should I cross-post some of this to Ao3?

#akaashi keiji akashi #tsukishima tsukki kei #nishinoya yu yuu #aone takanobu #ushijima wakatoshi #hinata shoyo shouyou shouyo shoyou #oikawa tooru tohru toru #hyakuzawa yudai yuudai #bokuto kotaro koutaro kotarou koutarou #kuroo tetsuroo kuro tetsuro #tetsurou #miya osamu #miya atsumu #miya twins #yachi hitoka #ouran hs hc au #haikyu haikyuu hq

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

#mcyt x y/n #mcytumblr #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream smp x reader #dream smp #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #c!karl

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 4 years

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Can you please do a tamaki x reader where the reader is jealous he's been spending time helping Nejire with the beauty pageant

Guess who wasn’t caught up on the episodes before this request?! MEE! I also realized that I’m not very good at writing a jealous!reader but I gave it my best! Also, I got a bit carried away with this request, it’s long (2.2k words)! I hope you like it!!Pronouns used: She/her

Your Name: (y/f/n)Quirk: (y/q)Age: 17

Envy

Tamaki Amajiki was an extremely sweet, caring, and loving boy. Someone (f/n) cherished more than words could explain. Normally, he was glued to her at the hip. He loved her and always wanted to spend all of his time with her. Unfortunately, Tamaki was also a busy student, he was one of the big 3, he was in his last year of high school, and he had his hero work studies. That meant he didn’t get a lot of time to spend with his lovely girlfriend.

However, he did whatever he could to find the time. Any moment he had available, he usually tried to spend it with her, occasionally, spending some time with his friends. Now, (f/n) wasn’t someone who got jealous easily, why would she? She had every bit of confidence that Tamaki loved her and only her.

So why was she jealous now?

(f/n) had spent the last half hour looking for her boyfriend but wasn’t able to find him. He hadn’t told her where he was and she was starting to get a bit worried. Tamaki never did anything like that. On her quest to find him, her two friends, (bff/1) and (bff/2), had joined her in an effort to help.

“Amajiki? Oh! Right, he’s helping Hado with the pageant she’s participating in.” One of their classmates told them.

“Oh, thank you.” Giving their classmate a smile, they quickly went in the direction he’d pointed in. (f/n), (bff/2), and (bff/1) found the Equipment Room and when they peeked through the open door, they saw Tamaki talking to Nejire.

“Wow, Nejire looks so pretty,” (bff/1) mumbled as they saw her float above Tamaki. Was… she prettier than (f/n)? Tamaki said something, nodded, and moved away. That dress really showed off her cleavage, huh?

“That’s a bit of a revealing dress.” (bff/2) commented as both her and (bff/1) looked back at (f/n).

“I-I’m not threatened.” (f/n) mentioned, making the two look back at Nejire. The blue-haired girl spun in the air, her quirk creating little glitters behind her. “Not at all.”

“Oh, hey you guys!” Nejire greeted, waving her hand. (f/n), (bff/2), and (bff/1) waved back as they moved towards the duo. (f/n) forced a smile onto her face, not wanting her bitterness and anger slip through.

“Oh, hey, Bunny.” Tamaki greeted, giving her one of his gentle smiles.

“Hey, Tama. Wh-what are you two doing?” She walked towards him, standing beside him as Nejire floated to her.

“I’m getting ready to compete in the pageant again! Every year, I lose to the same girl! She’s just too amazing! The beauty pageant queen, Bibimi Kenranzaki, from support course class 3-G.”

“Well, I hope you win against her this time!” (f/n) said, forcing a much more appropriate attitude out. However, in reality, she was bitter.

“What are you doing here, (l/n)? I didn’t know you were participating this year.” Nejire asked.

“Oh, I’m not. I got worried because Tamaki didn’t tell me where he was. So, I- well we came looking for him.” At her words, Tamaki pulled his phone out of his pocket and frowned. He’d gotten a few texts and calls from (f/n).

“Oh, I’m sorry. I-I must’ve f-forgotten. Everything ok?” At this, (bff/1), (bff/2), and Nejire moved away from the two, giving them some privacy to talk.

“Yeah, everything’s fine! I just got worried is all, it’s not like you to not text me.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” He frowned, giving her a quick hug. Over the course of their relationship, Tamaki had become more comfortable with a little bit of PDA. Holding hands, little quick pecks on the cheek, and hugs were fine by him. He was no longer flustered by them, however, anything further than that such as long hugs, kisses on the lips, and her sitting on his lap, would still make him blush so hard, he’d get dizzy.

“It’s ok! It’s not that big of a deal!” She lied and Tamaki quite easily saw through it. Although he may not seem like it, Tamaki was rather observant, especially when it came to (f/n). However, he chose not to push the subject at the moment.

“A-are you sure?” She nodded, giving him a bright smile.

“Yeah! Oh, how about after this w-”

“Tamaki! Come here please!” (f/n) inwardly rolled her eyes but gently pushed Tamaki in Nejire’s direction.

“Nevermind, we can talk about it later! Go on, she n-needs your help.” Tamaki didn’t miss that little stutter of hers. However, he nodded and walked towards Nejire. “Relax, (f/n). You’re just overreacting.” She told herself as she, (bff/1), and (bff/2) walked out of the room and back to their other friends who needed some help with their own preparations.

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“Sorry, (f/n). Nejire needed me.”

“Y-yeah, that’s fine.”

“Oh, I have to go. Bye, bunny.”

“Bye, Tama.” (f/n) sighed as she hung up and looked down at her phone. Tamaki had forgotten that they had a date, one they’d been looking forward to since the beginning of the month. It was a rather simple dinner date, with a movie night afterward, but Tamaki had been so busy helping Nejire, he’d completely forgotten about it. Normally, Tamaki would bring up the date multiple times prior to it, always mentioning how excited he was or something along the lines. It was something (f/n) loved and usually found herself doing as well. However, he hadn’t brought this date up at all.

Fine, so (f/n) was a little jealous of Nejire. It wasn’t that big of a deal… Tamaki was just helping his friend, it was nothing serious and (f/n) was just… overreacting.

But, it hurt. Nejire wasn’t better than her. (f/n) had a pretty strong quirk, one that would easily trample little miss Wave Motion.

Ok, that was a little mean. But (f/n) couldn’t help it, why was Tamaki so busy with Nejire? Sure, he was helping a friend, but wasn’t this a bit much? (f/n) sighed as her back hit her mattress. She could feel her insecurities screaming at her. Every single memory of Nejire being better than her hit her like a truck, invading her mind and shattering the little barrier of confidence she’d created. She felt so embarrassed and stupid, but at the same time, she was angry and frustrated. At both Nejire and Tamaki.

“Whatever…” She mumbled.

~**~

The stupid festival was finally here and (f/n) couldn’t hide her excitement. Not for the festival, no. The fact that Tamaki would finally pay attention to her. He’d been so busy with Nejire that all of his free time was spent with her and (f/n) felt a bit neglected. She knew he didn’t mean it, the last thing Tamaki would want is to hurt her. But that didn’t ease the distaste she had for Nejire in the slightest. This also made her feel bad, because Nejire was a really sweet girl.

“Hey, Tama!” (f/n) called, waving to him. He waved back and she could see the discomfort in his eyes. It was probably from the crowd, so she moved close to him, holding his hand tightly.

“N-Ne-Nejire’s ne-next.” He stuttered, moving closer. (f/n) looked up to see the girl appear in a cute little blue dress. She looked… beautiful. She looked stunning and that little voice of insecurity in (f/n)’s head fed on it and grew. Maybe… Nejire was better. She was prettier and as much as (f/n) claimed she was better, (f/n) wasn’t part of the Big 3. Nejire was.

“She l-looks nice.” (f/n) mentioned, quietly. Her eyes turned to Tamaki who nodded. He was looking up at Nejire with a gentle smile.

“Looking at her like this… Hado… looks like an innocent fairy.” Nejire floated in the air, spinning and twirling to create a rose with her quirk. Tamaki hadn’t even noticed (f/n) withdrew her hand from his and disappeared into the crowd. He was so focused on Nejire.

“Dammit, (f/n),” She murmured as she distanced herself from the large crowd. “You’re o-overreacting.” She told herself, repeatedly. Finding a nice spot in the grass under a large tree, she sat down. The cool breeze felt good against her exposed skin, cooling down her anger a little bit.

Nejire was… better, wasn’t she? (f/n) could see why Tamaki would prefer her. She could see why a lot of people preferred her. Maybe she was just fooling herself if she thought someone as amazing as Tamaki could want her. (f/n) was talented, no doubt. She worked hard over the years to perfect her quirk and combat abilities. But Nejire was something else-

“Bunny?” (f/n) jumped a little and turned around. There stood Tamaki, shyly approaching her. He sat down next to her, looking out into the distance. The bright sky was a light shade of blue, with cotton-like clouds littering it. It was a warm day with a cool breeze. “What’s wrong?”

“The crowd was too much, sorry.” She answered, curtly.

“You’re lying.”

“I am not,” (f/n) defended herself, turning towards him. “You’re seeing things.”

“I see a sad Bunny. You’ve been sad all week.” (f/n) fell silent, looking ahead and taking a deep breath. Tamaki gave her a moment, before realizing she wouldn’t break. (f/n) was a stubborn girl and if she put her foot down, she would usually stand her ground.

“Everything’s fine Tamaki, you’re overthinking things.”

“I love you.” He said, abruptly, making her eyes shoot to his.

“I-I love you too.” She answered, looking away. However, his hand gently guided her gaze back to him. His indigo eyes trailed down her face, almost as if he was studying her.

“You’re… really beautiful, you know that?” Her cheeks turned red and she blinked a few times looking away.

“Th-thanks.”

“And your quirk, it’s amazing. I wish… I wish I could be as confident as you. I wish I could be as fearless as you. You’re an amazing hero, you’re talented, you work so hard, and I know you could be the number 1 hero if you wanted to. Easily.”

“I-I’m not th-”

“Your eyes are so beautiful. They’re so warm and comforting. I see the love and kindness in them. I see you… all of you. Every time I look into them… I fall in love with you all over again.”

“Tamaki, wha-”

“Your lips are so soft,” His thumb gently slid over them, “they’re warm. Whenever I kiss you, it sends my mind into a whirl. It makes me dizzy, it gives me butterflies, and it reminds me just how lucky I am to have you. Your kisses make me fall in love with you all over again, too. I love you so much, Bunny. I… I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with Hado and her pageant. I forgot our date too, huh?” The frown on her face confirmed his suspicions. “I’m really sorry.”

“I-it’s ok.” (f/n) answered, her head turning away from him. “R-reall-”

“It’s ok to admit it.” He interrupted, “I-I um…” His confidence started to falter. When it came to admitting his feelings for (f/n), he swore to never stutter. He swore to himself that he would never feel shy or awkward when telling her just how much he loved her. Everything else, however, didn’t count.

“Fine,” She mumbled, looking back towards him. “I got jealous. I… Nejire’s better than me-”

“Stop. You and Nejire are two different people. D-don’t compare yourself to her. You aren’t her. In my eyes, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. To me, you’re irreplaceable. To me, you’re… my everything.”

“Tama…” His body turned to her and he took her face in his hands. His thumbs gently caressed her warm cheeks. A lock of hair flew in her face due to the breeze and he gently pushed it away. His eyes showed the love and adoration he held for her and it almost melted her insides.

“Bunny… (f/n). I love you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” (f/n)’s hand gently moved up to touch his, letting the love from his touch soothe that little ache in her heart.

“I love you too, Tamaki.” A gentle smile graced his features and he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a slow but passionate kiss. Tamaki was right, kisses like those… they made (f/n) fall in love with him all over again. They pulled away and she smiled up at him a little. “I’m sorry that I got jealous.” She murmured.

“It’s alright, I get jealous too.” He admitted, making her eyes widen.

“Woah! Hey! I wanna see an angry Suneater!” His eyes widened as well and a blush spread to his cheeks.

“B-Bunny!” He whined.

“No, I’m serious!” She giggled, moving to sit on his lap, her arms landing on his shoulders. “I want to see a furious Suneater! Gosh, you must be scary.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He mumbled, burying his face in her neck.

“You love my crazy.” She could feel the heat from his cheeks on her collarbone. Her fingers gently raked through his hair as a smile spread to her lips.

“I love all of you, (y/f/n).”

“I love all of you too, Tamaki Amajiki.”

#mha #bnha #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha tamaki #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha tamaki #mha tamaki amajiki #tamaki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha tamaki amajiki

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rhinkthreeways · 4 years

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Pride (Smutty Version)

Link posed seductively in the satin tank top and frilly panties that Rhett had gifted to them.

Rhett tickled Link’s shoulder with his beard and nipped at their skin, nudging the thin delicate strap down their shoulder. Rhett then worked his way lower, caressing the delicate nipples that lie erect beneath the silky material.

Link arched their back and moaned. “Lower, Rhett… Want your mouth on me. But like… just a little?”

Rhett growled, hungry for his lover’s pleasure and pulled the sliver of elastic that pinned the lacy edge of the panties to Link’s skin down just enough to expose the sensitive tip, and Rhett lowered his lips to lick tender and torturous strokes of his tongue that sent Link shivering and hooking their legs around Rhett.

“Fuck me?”

Rhett nodded, breathlessly. “Uh. Panties on or off?”

Link blushed. “On?”

“‘Kay..” Rhett gently flipped Link over, surveying their body language despite knowing that Link would tell him if something felt wrong, or off.

Rhett pushed the panties to the side, and slicked Link up with an obscene amount of lube, fingering shallow and teasing.

“So wet for me, Link…”

Link whined and pressed back against Rhett’s fingers.

“Your body’s just beggin’ to get fucked. That right?”

“Yes! Please, Rhett!”

Rhett didn’t keep them waiting. He lined himself up and pressed into the wet heat, savoring the sight of Link bucking and arching; just losing themself in the connection.

They’d engaged in clandestine foreplay all day long, so it was no surprise when before long Link was making a mess between the sheets and their belly; and Rhett was filling Link’s ass, watching his come leak out and mix with the excess lube, soaking Link’s pretty little undies.

“Holy shit,” Link sighed after they’d both collapsed onto the bed.

“Gosh, that never gets old,” Rhett grinned.

Link’s shoulders twitched with a silent chuckle. “Hm…”

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“You ever wish I was more… manly? I mean, ya do like men.”

Rhett snorted. “I like you.”

“Yeah, but I’ll see a guy who’s rugged and traditionally masculine and… I just know that I don’t feel like that hardly ever.”

“Just because you’re eying rugged, manly men don’t mean I am.”

Link punches his shoulder.

“I think about it all the time, though. When I start trimmin’ my hairs and I'm compelled to... keep going. As I’m baskin’ in how nice it all feels, I worry I’m not attractive to you.”

“When you ‘bask’ in how beautiful you feel, that’s when you’re most attractive to me.”

“And I know you like m’beard sometimes,” Link continued. “And so do I… sometimes? But I can’t have it for long before I start to not recognize myself in the mirror…”

“Maybe it’s good your hair grows so quickly. You can choose to have facial hair or not, as fluidly as you’re comfortable?”

“Fluid…” Link rolled the world around his mouth trying to decide what he thought of it.

“I’m not sayin’ that’s what you…”

“It’s okay,” Link assured him. “We’re just talking… Sometimes I feel like none of… all this…” They gestured vaguely at nothing. “If ‘d had the right language for it growin’ up, would I have latched onto one of these identities? Now I’m older, and just kind of…” They shrugged.

“I know you like putting things into little boxes, and being able to put labels on them. But life ain’t always like that. And that’s okay. If people care, they’ll listen, and help you be comfortable letting them know how you feel.”

“I feel like… I don’t want to change my name, or my… body. Not usually. Though, people that do are absolutely valid! I’m actually afraid that makes them more valid. I mean, I ain’t even picky about pronouns. Not that people who want those things are picky!! Fuck… Pronouns are important. They’re so important. Specific ones just don’t resonate with me. Certainly not with any consistency. So, like, am I just… making this up?”

“Your experience is as valid as anybody’s.”

Link sighed. “And it’s not about women’s jeans, or lacy lingerie. Sometimes it feels so personal, and subtle, that it doesn’t feel... worth mentioning?”

“Worth it to whom?”

“People that’re just gonna be confused!”

“Their comfort is not more important than you openly living your most authentic life.”

“And if I don’t say anything, because the dysphoric feelings are so… mild. It hurts folks that identify strongly with being genderqueer, non-binary, agender, and all these things that I don’t quite know how I relate to. But when people say ‘Those identities don’t exist’. I wanna scream, ‘Yes the fuck they do!’ But when people that know me relatively well - but don’t know exactly this. I just… It is an opportunity to show people that gender is not binary. And that yes, they do know people ‘like that’.”

“That’s not your job, and you can tell them whatever and whenever you choose. And it’s okay that it’s not easy to know how to articulate it. But that reminds me: I have another gift for you. You could wear it to Pride this weekend. But only if you wanna.”

Link opened a pin that’s face was divided into thirds, a pronoun on each third: HE, SHE, THEY. And a tricolor dial that adjusted to which pronoun the wearer wanted to show the world.

“The dial can loosen over time with frequent spinning, but you can just wrap something here on the back to increase the friction. So. Y’know… spin away!”

Link blinked back grateful tears, fingering the dial until it landed on THEY.

Rhett’s cheeks rose with happiness at Link’s reception to the gift. Link wasn’t wearing enough clothing to pin it, so they set it down on the bed beside them.

“I love you.” Rhett kissed Link softly. “Even if you are a little quare from time to time.”

“Y’know… I think I actually prefer ‘queer’.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then. Happy Pride, you queer, quare, and wonderful person!”

#rhink #rhink fic #rtw: smut #writer: likeaswitchinheat #prompt: pride #lemon #established couple #lingerie #gender

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i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor · 4 years

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guys i wrote fanfiction

Diego dies during a break in and Ben comforts him as he goes. (Klaus uses they/them pronouns here) It’s called Safe And Sound cause if you listen to the song Safe And Sound by Taylor Swift (when the note comes up to do so) it’s sadder.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4yTqjWF2EoFJM5BbSCe4YW?si=Bb7ImS0RSLG6XIvVQrHPXw

Anyway have fun, I love feedback. :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27598406 is the AO3

Cha-Cha slipped through the back door of the Hargreeves Mansion. Invisibly, Ben went to investigate. He made no effort to stay quiet, seeing as he couldn't be heard even if he wanted to.

As Cha-Cha loaded a gun, Ben's eyes widened. "Klaus!" he called to his sibling.

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"Klaus," he rushed to the kitchen, seeing Klaus browse the fridge.

"What?" they asked.

"Someone's in the house."

"Yeah, bitch. Me." Klaus furrowed their eyebrows, scoffing as they took a loaf of bread from the fridge. "Let me eat my sandwich in peace, please."

"No, no, it's-- it's that lady from the Commission." Ben guessed.

"Lila? Oh, calm down, she's probably just here for Diego." Klaus answered, getting peanut butter and jelly from the cabinet.

"No, she has a gun, Klaus!" Ben begged, frantic at this point.

Klaus scoffed, still calm. "They're probably just into that kinky shit. Have you seen that "tactical" belt Diego wears everywhere?" they chuckled at their own joke.

"Klaus, please! Listen to me!" Ben tried grabbing onto Klaus' arm. Tears threatened his eyes as his throat began to burn, "Please, get everyone out, she's not--"

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"Hey!" Diego unsheathed a knife, seeing Cha-Cha in the middle of the room. Cha-Cha fired. At the crack of the gun, Diego deflected a bullet which penetrated the wall. His knife clattered on the ground, using both hands to force the bullet away.

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Klaus dropped their sandwich on the table at the sound, beginning to shake. "Shit." They closed their eyes. "Shit, I'm--"

Ben stood in front of Klaus, instantly recognizing a flashback from the war. "No. You're here, you're safe, no, stay with me." Ben begged. "Breathe, just like we practiced, okay? Breathe."

"Breathing, I--" Another shot. Klaus covered their ears.

"Come on, come on, let's go. Let's get out." Ben urged, waving his hands as Klaus slid to the floor.

"Shit, shit, it sounds-- like--"

"I know, I know, keep breathing." Ben nodded, joining him on the floor. "Just listen to me, just focus right here."

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Five stomped his way downstairs. "Oh, hell no." he shook his head as Cha-Cha aimed the gun at him. "What do you want?"

"Just one of you," Cha-Cha answered, "For now." Just as the last word left her lips, Five teleported behind her, pulling her backward. The gun clattered on the ground.

"You're not getting shit out of us." He then pushed Cha-Cha's head forward into the table.

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In the other room, Ben prompted Klaus to run away only to earn the response, "No. No, they're-- I want to help, they'll get hurt." They stood up.

"Klaus--" Ben protested. As Klaus rose, so did Cha-Cha, picking up Diego's dropped knife.

Five took hold of Cha-Cha's briefcase in return. "You put that down!" she ordered.

"Or you'll what?" Five pursed his lips, putting his hands over the lock. Cha-Cha wiped the blood from her forehead with the back of her hand that held the knife.

"Him." She pointed the knife at Diego. Klaus arrived silently, watching from a distance.

"Me?" Diego approached. An amused smile decorated his face as he took large careless steps in her direction. "What could you do to me?" Diego crossed his arms.

Cha-Cha grabbed Diego's shoulder. She plunged Diego's own knife into his chest. He fell. As Cha-Cha let go of him, Diego collapsed onto his knees.

"No!" Five yelled, dropping the briefcase and charging toward Diego.

"Diego!" Klaus called, doing the same. "No, Diego, stay-- Oh gd, how do we fix it?" They turned to Five.

"It's not so simple as to just 'fix it.'" Five said, turning behind him to watch Cha-Cha disappear with the briefcase. "Damn it. You get help." Five said to Klaus, teleporting to Cha-Cha for his revenge.

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"'Get help'? I don't even know how to-- He's gone, shit." Klaus held Diego's shoulders, keeping him upright. "Stay with me, okay? Stay, stay with me."

Diego winced loosely grabbing for his sibling's elbows. "Klaus, it really hurts, it really hurts." (Start the SONG here.)

"Ben, what the hell do I do?" Klaus looked exasperatedly at Ben.

Ben's eyes, instead of frantic, now flooded with sorrow. If you squinted, you wouldn't be able to see his slightly tilted eyebrows or terrified eyes or his lips pressing against each other to suppress any sobs from spilling out. "Ben, answer, please, I don't know how to fix this!"

"Ben...?" Diego's grip loosened. "It hurts real- real b-b-b-bad, Kl-laus." He whimpered. Klaus' eyes softened.

"Don't let go." Klaus pleaded, sniffling now, "I'll never let you go. Don't go." they cried.

"Summon me." Ben said. Klaus looked at him. "Please. Do it."

Klaus nodded, putting their arms over Diego's shoulders, turning them into blue glowing fists. Diego fell against Klaus, their foreheads touching. Diego’s head spun, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Don't leave me here alone." Klaus begged. A tear thumped on the wood floors as Ben appeared behind them. He placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder.

Klaus moved away and Ben sat in front of Diego. "Man, I'm... dead, aren't I?" his words were slow, focused.

"No," Ben shook his head, gently leaning Diego back against a wall. "Not...not yet. Just close your eyes"

"I w-wanted to--"

"Shh, save your breath. You'll be alright." Ben hushed, combing his fingers through Diego's hair to keep him calm.

Diego ignored Ben's request, saying "I don't want t-to die."

Ben inhaled as Klaus quivered behind him. "You and I will be safe and sound." Ben whispered. "I'll keep you company while you go."

"I'm dying," Diego said, succumbing to the horrid idea.

"It's not so bad." Ben said, still playing with Diego's hair. "Now we can see each other whenever we want. You can see Mom. Patch..." Ben tried. Diego's eyes welled with tears. He looked over Ben's shoulder, finding it harder to breathe, to think, to exist. "You. You're a p-p-pain in the ass, you know that?"

"I love you too, Diego."

Diego stared at them, nodding a sorry nod. He opened his mouth to reciprocate the words, discovering Diego was unable to bring himself to it.

Through the window, orange hues danced, illuminating the room. Diego stared longingly at the sunset. Memories of the sky’s exact pinkish orange tone when the siblings would sneak out to Griddy’s put a smile on his face. Allison’s voice echoed in his mind, followed by Luther’s and Klaus’ and Ben’s. Five and Vanya giggled in the windy evening air. The slightest aroma of fresh baked goods filled his senses. Diego smiled, even though the memories were long gone.

Diego leaned into the touch of Ben’s hands, fighting to stay in his awkward embrace. He hoped Ben remembered their donut-shop outings too. The sky darkened, the last of the afternoon’s brilliant hues fading away.

With a wavering voice, Diego rasped quietly and slowly, "The sun is going down."

"You'll be alright.” Ben said, “No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and..." Ben trailed watching the lively flame from Diego's eyes burn out into smoke. "Close your eyes." he said again. Diego, ever-persistent, shook his head. He wanted Ben to be the last thing he saw.

And so he was.

The room no longer glowed. It shrunk. The dusty lobby was no longer radiant of memories and sweet-smelling donuts. It was just a lobby in which Ben and Klaus’ brother exhaled for the last time.

"It’s okay, I’ll guide you. Just find me. Come find me, Diego, and I’ll be right there for you, I promise." Ben's voice cracked, his body shaking with sobs. He lidded Diego's eyes and stood up, away from him. Ben clung onto Klaus, also convulsing with silent sobs. They hugged onto each other, sparing glances at Diego.

"No, no, no, no..." Klaus whimpered.

"He's okay, you're okay, everything..." Ben held Klaus' face just like Diego would, "Everything will be..."

Klaus' tears slid into Ben's hands.

They sobbed into Ben and in return, Ben did the same. “Klaus, I have to find him.” Ben said, breaking away from them. “Don’t go.” Klaus asked.

“I have to find him. He’ll be waiting for me.” Ben wiped Klaus’ face of tears. “I’ll be back quicker than I left. Promise. I have to do this for Diego.”

Klaus nodded as Ben faded to find Diego. They fell to the ground, wracking with cries. Crawling toward their brother, they reached for Diego's arm. “Ben’s coming for you. Benny’ll be there. Don’t be scared, Di. Be brave for me, okay?”

They placed Diego’s hand on his face, whispering reassurances to himself, almost as if it were actually Diego saying so.

“Safe and sound… Safe and sound, Diego…”

The pinks turned to grays and the oranges to blacks. Not even a silver color grazed them, as silver still had specks of shimmering light. Perhaps the lobby was safe with Cha-Cha gone. Each echoing sound, though, of Klaus’ sobs rang like a dagger to the heart. Irreversibly painful.

“Safe and…”

#tua #tua fic #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #tua angst fic #umbrella academy #umbrella academy angst #death #knife #tw knife #tw death

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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Teasing Tadashi fic 😊💘💝

I swear I was writing this before chapter 9 came out! At first this was supposed to be more angsty until I remembered that I suck at writing angst and that... I don't enjoy writing it as much as reading it from someone else soooo... have fluff!!!💖💕 in the original script Scholar, Ellie, Tyler and Axel had formed an "alliance" to prank Tadashi. But after a while he started feeling like they hated him and that he was getting bullied, I almost made him cry then I was like "nope. nu-huh. I can't write this." Of course there was comfort at the end with them apologizing and Scholar explaining that the reason why she was messing with his so much was because she had a crush on him and had no idea how to deal with it.

Uhh... anyway! To brighten up I made this and I'm much more happier with it! Well you guys know the drill, last time I wrote Scholar as a he so Scholar is a she again in this one. And I realized that I'm switching only between the she/her and he/him pronouns but that's because I'm not confident in using they/them, I'm scared that if there's a group of people in my fic, it'll be confusing because the readers will think "wait, is it the group of people or is it Scholar that the narrator is talking about?" It may be a really stupid reason but this is the type of thing I'm sure I can mess up with because I'm a dummy dum 😖

Also, Layelle's super cute drabble inspired me (*cough* @arlingtonssweetheart *cough*) so this fic will have a lil bit of Japanese too. And it'll be written like this. This fic is about 2000 words long and for some reason I wasn't able to put a "read more" like usual... probably because I'm on mobile. I'm terribly sorry about that! You guys will have to scroll through all of that... 😖

edit: I added the “read more” thingy!

Okay! Enough rambling!! Please Enjoy! ✊😍🤗

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When she met him, Scholar knew right away just how fun it would be to mess with the student body president. His back was always arched and he spoke in a slightly presumptuous manner. He had a very confident walk, he always knew exactly where he was going and his handshake was very solid. He was overall a really proud and level-headed person... which would make it really satisfying if he were to lose that pride even if it was just for a few seconds.

Scholar's intention wasn't to bully him, of course. At least not in a mean way. But whenever she got the chance to tease him, she took it. At first she wasn't making a conscious effort out of it but gradually, as time went by, her head started filling up and she would always think about Tadashi. It was becoming harder and harder to focus in class with the target of her affection seated right next to her. However, she at least had the decency to wait until the end of the lesson for the teasing, she didn't want him to think that she was being a bother.

"Tadashi, teach me something in Japanese."

Without any warning, Scholar whispered in his ear and as expected, he got a jolt. Tadashi would definitely be the type of person to use ASMR to fall asleep, his sense of hearing is so sharp. With how close her face was he wasn't able to look at her in the eye and answered while still looking ahead.

"What do you want to know?"

Scholar backed away from Tadashi's personal space and smiled warmly. However instead of smiling back, Tadashi got chills down his spine. He knew that this was the smile she always used before teasing him in ridiculous and sappy ways.

"Tell me how to say "you're beautiful" pretty pleaaase?"

He already knew where this was going, yet he answered anyway.

"You're beautiful"

"Aww... thank you"

He knew this was coming. He knew and yet he still blushed and became red like a beet while Scholar looked really proud of herself, as if she had just pulled off the smoothest move even though it was really absurd.

"You're being so silly right now..."

He was trying his hardest to act like he was reading through his notes, but really, he just wanted his blush to disappear as soon as possible. Lately, because of Alistair's words he had become even more self-conscious than before. His friend's remark crawled back into his mind and it wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Dude. You obviously have a crush on her."

You obviously have a crush on her.

You obviously have a crush on her...

You have a crush on her.

As always, he wasn't able to calm down at all or to fool Scholar with his lackluster acting skills. Or more precisely, his nonexistent acting skills. Scholar crossed her arms on the desk and put her chin down on them while still gazing at him. From the corner of his eyes, Tadashi could see her still staring and it made him even more nervous.

"S-Scholar... please, stop staring at me. It's distracting me."

Scholar swiftly poked Tadashi's cheek with her finger and hid her fond smile with her other arm, she almost had her face buried in it.

"And you're the one to say that? I'm always distracted by how cute you are all the time Mister student body president."

"I-I am not cute. And please move your finger away from my cheek."

That was a complete lie. Even though he was really embarrassed about doing stuff like this in public, he loved getting teased by Scholar and most of all, physical contact. Had he not been so stuck-up and shy, he would hug Scholar the next time they would be alone together, but everytime they were he got too prideful. Or rather, he would feel really embarrassed and hurt if Scholar, for some reason, pushed him away or laughed at his open display of affection. Whenever he was with Scholar, all kinds of cheesy thoughts would fill up in his mind. I want to hug her, I want to hold her hand, I want to snuggle with her, I want to...

......

And the bell rang, it was time for the next and last period of the day. Scholar gently pulled on his cheek like he was a little kid and moved her hand away to pack her bag. She had to move to another classroom. Unfortunately, they did not have the last lesson of the day together.

"See you later Dashi! And you better not forget what I asked of you yesterday, okay?"

"I-I haven't forgotten! See you soon..."

That's right. It was February 14th today. It wasn't rare of Scholar to invite him to hang out after school but today was a tad bit different. He knew it was stupid to get his hopes up but he really couldn't focus on anything at all. The text message he received yesterday was stuck in his mind. It was a simple "let's meet up in front of the school entrance when the last bell rings" and thankfully, since he can't stutter through texts, he replied with a really composed "Alright, I'll be there." And yet, words couldn't express how frustarted he was the whole day. He didn't follow anything at all in class, he just took notes of random things that sounded important in between his monologues. It was like he was daydreaming 8 hours in a row.

By the end of it he didn't care anymore. He'll just ask Alistair for his notes or something, he'll figure it out. When the last bell rang, Tadashi was the first one to leave the classroom. His classmates of the business, commerce and politics department looked at him in shock. They were already whispering behind his back as he was leaving in a hurry.

"...Maybe he really wanted to go to the bathroom?"

"That must be it!"

But no. He did have butterflies in his stomach but it was not because he wanted to go to the bathroom. He rushed to the school entrance. Now that he thinks about it, this is a weird meeting spot. Usually Scholar would ask him to meet up in the garden or in the cafeteria lounge. Honestly, this was a really awkward place. In a couple of seconds, hundreds of students would rush out to go to their rooms in the dorms and drop their school bags on the ground like dumbbells. Is she going to tease him in front of all the students of this school? God please no. While Tadashi was lost in his thoughts, Scholar came out of... the garden. With a bouquet of red roses.

"You're awfully early Tadashi, did you run to get here? You do know that it's against the school rules to run in the hallways, right? You're not being a really good role model Prez."

But Tadashi didn't listen anymore. All he saw was the huge roses and Scholar holding them with a small blush on her cheeks. Was she seriously about to confess to him in this open space? How did she even have enough time to go fetch the roses? The bell just rang about 30 seconds ago! Could it be possible that she begged Dr.Lee to let her go 5 minutes earlier than usual? ...Well, no matter how she pulled that off, Tadashi was achieving new shades of reds right now. On his face of course.

"I-I apologize if I have the wrong idea but... those roses, are they for me?"

A few students started getting out of the building, and they couldn't just pass next to the scene that was unfolding before their eyes. One by one, they would slowly make a circle around them. Scholar extended her arms towards Tadashi, holding the bouquet with both hands.

"For who else would it be?"

Before Tadashi could even mutter a "thank you" and take the flowers, in a really unnatural manner, Scholar let go of it and the roses fell to the ground.

"Oops! I'm soooo sorry!"

But Tadashi was too submerged in emotion to even notice the bad acting, and so, just as planned, he got down on one knee and took the bouquet. At this point, more and more students were coming out of the school building and like all the others, they were making a circle around them. The small gathering of students soon became a herd, and all eyes were on Tadashi, kneeling down with a bouquet of roses. To make this moment last a bit longer, Scholar stepped on his left foot.

"Umm... Scholar, I have to get up. Move your foot away."

Poor little Tadashi still hadn't caught on what was happening and he looked up towards Scholar, only to see that warm smile again. The one she used when she was teasing him, and he once again got shivers down his spine. After that he looked around. And immediately regretted it. Practically half of the school was gathered around them, watching the scene in awe. That's when Tadashi finally understood what had happened. No matter how you look at it, it seemed like Tadashi was the one confessing his feelings to Scholar, even though it was supposed to be the other way around. One knee on the ground, bouquet of red roses in hand, looking up at Scholar and most of all looking mortified. Not to mention it was February 14th so of course it couldn't be taken in any other way. Tadashi was done for. Only the first few students knew that Scholar was originally the one holding the bouquet, the majority who came later had the wrong idea. And it was all according to Scholar's plan.

Tadashi cursed under his breath.

"Dammit. She got me again..."

As for the lively students, the loud whispers couldn't be stopped.

"Oh my God. I knew it, it was so obvious that Tadashi had a crush on this scholarship student."

"I see them hanging out together in the garden and in the cafeteria lounge almost everyday, do they think they're being discreet?"

"Fuck, where's my phone? I gotta film this..."

"I never thought Mister Prez was the type to pull off that kind of thing, he has balls, that's for sure."

"Duuuuude. What a show-off! I bet he's pressuring her into accepting his feelings, that's why he did it here."

"Not a surprise. The crowd will put more pressure on her and it'll be hard to refuse, Tadashi that witty bastard! Using all of his assets in this way is so not fair!"

Tadashi was mentally begging for Scholar to let him run away from here. When they got surrounded by enough people to her liking, she took the bouquet out of his hands and removed her foot which allowed him to stand up again. Of course, the crowd cheered and whistled thinking that she had just accepted the confession while it was not it at all. Scholar grabbed Tadashi's hand and ran with him to the garden by pushing through the herd of students. Someone screamed "DON'T DO ANYTHING RAUNCHY IN THE GARDEN! USE PROTECTION KIDS!"

That voice... goddammit. It was definitely Raquel. Great. Tadashi looked like he was in physical pain from thinking about what kind of reactions his friends would have after this.

Once they reached their usual spot in the garden, Scholar gave back the flowers to Tadashi. He was panting and still red as a beet. Thankfully, the crowd had the decency to not follow them but they still ran just in case.

"Agh... Scholar... I... cannot believe what you just pulled on me. I got bamboozled so hard, I'm mad at myself for letting my guard down. And here I thought that you wouldn't tease me at least in a serious moment like this."

"Haha... All according to keikaku."

"Oh my God... I can't fucking believe you would do this to me."

"I can."

Tadashi looked so drained, like 5 years just got sucked out of him in a few seconds. That embarrassement, he would remember it until the day he dies. Now everybody thinks that he has a huge crush on Scholar and that they're dating... Not that they're wrong but still!

"We... wait. Scholar, does it mean that we're dating now?"

Suddenly, Scholar looked a little bit vulnerable, she was planning this for a while now so she was mentally prepared but it was still nerve-wrecking in a way. Tadashi wasn't the most self-aware person out there. Or to be more accurate: he was dense at a unimaginable level.

"You... don't want to? You don't like me?"

"What?! N-no! Of course I like you! More than like I..."

He really wanted to say it. He really did, but using the word "love" right away, would that freak her out? He didn't want to make any missteps nor scare her away the really first day of them dating.

"N-nevermind that! Does it mean that all this time when you were teasing me, that was actually fliritng?"

There it is. The dense Tadashi. Scholar mentally facepalmed herself so hard.

"I've been trying to flirt with you for the past 5 months but thanks for noticing I guess."

Tadashi was reminded of all of the times Scholar would tirelessly pick on him, mess with him, make fun of him and borderline bully him. Had he not known the type of brilliant and kind person she really was, he could've easily mistook all of it as her messing around with him to be annoying. Thankfully, even though he was as dense as a brick, he was at least able to understand and make that distinction: she was obviously not trying to be a jerk.

"Oh... Oh... I see. But you could've been more direct! How was I supposed to understand that this was f-flirting??"

"Dashi. Sweetie. The only way for me to be more direct than that would've been yelling at the top of my lungs that I love you... You didn't like the teasing-flirting?"

Tadashi shook his head almost violently.

"N-NO! Absolutely not, I like it... I think... no uh. I definitely like it! Actually if we could, um..."

He opened his arms and looked down in shame with an obvious blush on his face.

"C-can I have a hug... please? It would make me happy..."

This was the most adorable thing Tadashi had ever done. Scholar immediately jumped in his arms, the poor boy had already been teased a whole lot today. While Scholar buried her face in his chest, Tadashi was holding her as tightly as he could. After a couple of seconds, they let go of eachother and tried to look as unfazed as they could even though there was no use hiding their feelings anymore. Scholar was the one to end the silence.

"Well... Now that we're dating, you know what we have to do, right?"

Tadashi was slightly fidgeting with the bouquet still in his hand.

"Um... We hold hands and we go back to the dorms to spend some quality time in your room?"

"Yes! And then we fuck"

The romantic atmosphere was thrown out of the window. This was obviously a joke to lighten up the mood but Tadashi did not appreciate that.

"Who taught you that?? And more importantly, stop learning Japanese just to tease me!!"

Nonetheless, they made their way back to the dorms under the curious gazes of the students while holding hands, like promised. The news already got around the school: Scholar and Tadashi are dating.

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Aaaayy! It's done! *Clap👏 clap👏 clap👏* This was really fun for me since, well... I love teasing Tadashi 😂 (but who doesn't?) This is the ultimate proof that I like this blushy boi. Hope you didn't cringe! Because I'm sure I will when I read it again in a few days... On a side note, sorry if the February 14th thing was too sudden or out of nowhere, but to be fair the SE team gave us a Halloween chapter in May sooo... whatever! It was Halloween 2 days ago and now it's Valentines day! Deal with it! Also, the biggest plot hole of this fic is that Karolina didn't do shit to stop Scholar and Tadashi from their Miracle Romance🌟🌙 (Sailor moon ref 👌) but I wanted this to be a simple fic without any drama.

Aaaand that's all I had to say! Thank you for reading!!! 💖💗

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