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gglitch1dd · 22 days

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Who do you see Toshinori ending up with in the end? Satomi, shotos daughter? Or do you think he’ll meet someone at UA?

What would be his parents and siblings reaction to him bringing someone home? Would he ask Izuku or his mom’s for advice on the first date?

OOOOOOHHHHH I like this one.

Toshinori has quite the eventful love life in my opinion. He's always been a charmer, with that Midoriya smile, but he's also super dense because he never really thinks girls have a crush on him, he just thinks they're being nice. He was raised right so a lot of girls find him boyfriend material.

Satomi, Eijiro's daughter, has had a crush on Toshinori since they were basically toddlers. It's never left and its the most precious little thing. It's kinda why she hanged out a lot with Toshinori and Kane.

But the thing is Toshinori is REALLY close with Mina's daughter, Sero Hina, who is a lot like Toshinori. They both love to dance and they take care of each other a lot because their mothers are so close. And Hina lowkey has a crush on Toshinori but Toshinori is too dense for his own good.

Now in the end, I think it's valentines day when Toshinori is posed with a hard decision. Satomi or Hina. He rejects both initially in first year, but subtly saying "I don't plan on dating in first year" cause he really doesn't. He doesn't see the point of it. He's 15/16 and he just wants to live his best life.

But in second and third year thats when the drama starts cause now he doesn't know. Cause Hina understands him like no other girl and she's his godmother's daughter and he really does care for her, but Satomi just makes his heart flutter and she's so soft and nice and caring.

So he goes and asks the number one Rizzler himself.

Rizzuku Midoriya.

"Dad, you're not helping!" Toshinori groaned as he dropped his head in his hands as his father laughed.

Izuku leaned back in his recliner, finding the entire situation humorous at the fact that his son didn't know who to ask out. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I promise I'll be serious." Izuku stated as he put his hands up. "Son, what have I always told you about relationships?" He asked rhetorically. "You could have any girl that pushes themselves towards you but in the end it might not matter. What matters is the type of woman you see in your future. I've always told you, don't date for the fun of it or because you want whatever experience the world is trying to sell you. I did those things and honestly, at the end of the day, I still lay in bed alone. Until I met your mother that is." Izuku sat up and moved a bit forward. Toshinori lifted his head to look at his father. Izuku had a genuine look on his face. "When you find a girl that makes you think that 'this is it', that she's the one you'd kill for, die for, want to have a family with, a woman who shows that she's not just a girlfriend but a partner... THAT is who you know is the one."

Toshinori looked at his father for a moment before leaning back against the couch he was sitting on. "How... How did you know mom was it?"

Izuku hesitated before looking away from his son, a soft look in his green eyes as he did so. "When I met your mother she was originally dating Uncle Kacchan," At that news of mom lore, Toshinori's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets.

"WHA-"

"You want to hear the entire story, you go ask mom. Now let me finish," He shut him down instantly, making Toshinori purse his lips together. Izuku let out a breath before continuing. "When I met your mother, she was like the sun. She was so warm and radiant no matter who she was talking too. She was the type of warmth you wanted to wake up beside every morning to chase the coldness of the world away."

Toshinori could see it, hell anyone with eyes could see how much Midoriya Izuku loved his wife. it was so evident in his eyes. Even now. Toshinori turned to look in the direction his father was looking to see that you were in the kitchen cutting sandwiches with Hero, a laugh stumbling out of your lips as you smiled. Izuku's pupils consumed his eyes so much that you could barely see the green.

He turned back to look at his son. "And your mother was the best decision I ever made. She respects me and she honours me, but she holds me accountable too, she reminds me when I'm falling behind but she doesn't shame me for it. At first you might not be sure about who is the one, but I'm telling you, when you know, you know."

It didn't take more than a month after that, when Toshinori came over for another weekened at UA bringing along someone this time. Standing at his side was a chubby little dyed redhead girl with a beautiful sharp smile and soft ruby eyes. "Hello Uncle Izuku and Aunty Y/N. It's so good to see you!"

Now you were surprised your son didn't bring Hina, I mean the both of them were so close.

"I love Satomi, Izuku. You know that. I just am surprised, that's all." You stated as you put away the dried dishes from lunch.

Izuku shook his head as he held a cloth and a plate in hand. He chuckled. "I'm not."

"You aren't"

"My love..." Izuku put down the plate he was holding and motioned for you to look over to Satomi and Toshinori who sat together outside on the steps that led to the gardens.

Satomi held one of the bunnies that were in your gardens, her eyes bright and wide, innocent and pure as she looked so excited to hold the little fluffy animal that sat in her arms, happy to be pat. She seemed to be talking about something, happily chatting away as she looked down at the little rabbit, looking up at Toshinori every once in a while.

However it was your son that really shocked you. Toshinori looked at her with the same look that Izuku gave you. His eyes filled with something he couldn't tell yet and a smile on his face as he leaned forward and watched her talk, not even paying attention to another bunny that sat in his lap.

He was in love.

Your shoulders lowered with a gentle smile on your face. Izuku hummed as he placed a kiss to the side of your face. "The eyes, Y/N... they never lie."

-Glitch1d

#Midoriya Family Shenanigans #izuku x reader #dilf deku #dilf midoriya #dilf izuku x reader

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tiredofthehumanlife · 2 months

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all of the above.😈

Warning: strange and peculiar behavior, whimpering pussy boy Luke, i never read nor watched Percy Jackson i have no lore, don’t treat real people like this it’s probably abusive, i hoped this pleases you anon I��m new to this side business ngl, hmu if you hate it and wanna burn me alive and I’m only speaking to anon no one else thanks guys, sexual? Content, bon appétit ig

Luke was a splendid boyfriend. He brings you the flowers he finds on his walks. Luke always has a plate for you already made for you by the time you wake up for breakfast. He spars with you, like a true gentlemen. Luke smiles at you the second he finds your eyes in a room. Luke was so caring and gentle to you. He just wanted to please you and make you smile. However, he messed up this morning. Acted entirely disrespectful. You know you deserve better, you know he can do better, so you may or may not have been upset at him the whole entire day. When Luke asked to spar with you, you said “oh so sorry I’m busy.” Luke’s smile dropped. He looked away from you to hide the already forming pout. When Luke looks back to you, he’s smiling again but you can see his passion behind it has dissapered.

Good.

It’s what Luke deserves after this morning. Then when he left to go on walk, Luke moved to give you his regular ‘see you after my walk in think you’re cool love you until my last breath exists my lungs and the earth takes back my body I think you’re cool talk to you later babe :)’ kiss on the cheek. You wiped it away with the back of your hand without looking up from your book. You heard him let out a sad ‘oh’ no louder than a very small cricket on his last breath singing to his long lost gay cricket lover. You didn’t mind him. You knew if you looked into Luke’s sad puppy eyes right now you’d lose all determination and cave. Luke seemed to know this too because he kept bumping your cheek with his nose. You groaned and pushed him away. You turned your back to him as you repositioned in your seat, continuing your book. You heard his feet slowly slink away in defeat.

Finally, when Luke returned from his walk with a handful of flowers he found, you didn’t wait for him by your usual tree. After Luke finally found you in the same spot he left you, nose stuck in your book. Luke ran over to you showcasing his bouquet to you. You didn’t look up from your book. Luke noticed but he assumed you were just finishing your sentence. When you turned your page and silently continued reading, he felt his stomach drop. He didn’t know what he did to upset you but he knew he wanted to make it up to you.

So after he whined and begged you to just look at him and tell him what he did, you caved. Not without a little just a tad punishment. After you finally told him what upset you he promised to make it up to you. He’d “do anything” in his words. So you had him entirely naked on his knees. Staring up at you. You kept all your clothes on, making the power imbalance entirely clear to him. You made him hold his hands behind his back. If he even so much as moved his pinkie you took a step back away from him. When he was good, you moved closer to him. Luke had pathetic apologies slipping off his tongue every second you weren’t touching him. Which was a lot considering he seemed to be a very bad boy tonight. His dick achingly ignored, pressing against his stomach.

“You’ll be good now, right baby?” Luke quickly nodded at your words. You tut as you noticed him looking away from you, exactly what you told him not to do. He noticed his mistake instantly and met your eyes again. You saw tears brimming in Luke’s water line. Pathetic. A sinful grin creeped up your face as you slowly tilted your head down to his. Luke let out a whimper as he felt your breath fall over his lips.

“Say you’re sorry.” You whisper, taunting him with your mouth just millimeters from his. Luke repeated his apology over and over again sounding more and more pitiful with each breath. When you leaned back he sobbed. Luke stared up at you with pleading eyes. You saw his tears had fallen down his cheeks, following the path of his scar. Luke looked so heartbroken and he was whispering out pleads between his sobs. You gently raised your hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears. Luke leaned into your hand and moaned at the feeling. You hummed. You ask him in a whisper if he’s learned his lesson.

“Yes, yes. Gods please, touch me, please.” He kisses your palm over and over hoping it will win you over more. You smile and pull your hand back. Luke groans and his shoulders sink. He knows better than to break your eye contact. You tilt your head and clasp your hands behind your back, mocking him. Luke whines and closes his eyes a brief second before snapping his eyes open again. Luke wanted to be good. You gave him a sympathetic look, mocking him even more. You decide to give him a little grace and lean back down towards his lips. He leans his face higher up just barely brushing his lips against yours. Luke begged the gods you’d move your head down just a little bit lower so he can feel you properly. He can’t reach you without breaking your rules. He’d have to use his hands or get off his knees to get to you. Luke cried more when you back away.

“I’m not touching you until after tomorrow’s breakfast and you prove to me you will be good.” With your terribly unfair punishment stated, you left. You walked to your cabin and slept wonderfully. Luke’s never felt more pathetic sobbing on his knees in the middle of his empty cabin. He went to bed after some time. The next morning he was on his best behavior, so you rewarded him very well after everyone was certainly busy. Luke never stole your bacon again. Unless he wanted the punishment.

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson x reader #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #save me a seat in hell #ekko look over there

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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doing asks publicly makes me so nervous but i'm gonna do it anywayssss. i sent you a couple of asks but you said you didn't get it so im gonna send you this one that i've been thinking about for a hot minute-- i think its really cute like omgmgggg ANYWAYS

sevika with a younger (20s) vampire reader who watches her from afar and leaves her really pretty vintage looking gifts, romantic poems, and cute love notes? basically just the reader leaving stuff that sevi takes an interest in!! i'd love for this to be with a black reader if possible <3

this is so cuteeee!!

a quick note and disclaimer before we start! i don't know much about vampire lore, just the very basic stuff, so i apologize if this isn't the exact vampire vibe you were hoping for, or if i get some things wrong, i'm mostly just guessing hahah. also! i'm white, and i'll try my best to make this an obviously black reader without shoving it down your throat, but if i get anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away :)

men and minors dni

zaun is a great place for a vampire to live. sunlight rarely reaches the low levels of the city, leaving you free to roam whenever you want, day or night.

additionally, the abundance of crime and violence, as well as the lack of any real help from piltover, means that the occasional dead body (both human and animal) with puncture wounds in their necks go relavitely unnoticed.

it's these reasons that made you decide to settle down in zaun for a while.

it's sevika that made you decide to stay.

you've never met the woman, at least not traditionally, but that doesn't mean you don't know her.

the first time the two of you crossed paths was one late night in the dingy streets of the lanes.

you were starving, out searching for a rat or cat or maybe even a man harassing some poor girl to sink your fangs into. you had wandered away from your usual haunts and toward the newly re-furbished 'last drop.'

rumor had it that the new owner had some shady dealings on the side. you figured it'd be a good as place as any to catch a scumbag in action, or maybe find someone so drugged out on shimmer they wouldn't notice waking up the next morning with a pint of blood or so missing.

as you approached the bar, the few stragglers out this late grew into a rambunctious crowd. you grinned, ducking into a dark alley, licking your lips in anticipation of your next meal.

it took no time at all for you to find your target. a crowd was standing outside the bar, laughing and goofing off as they played with a handful of dice and passed around some cigars and joints. a girl in the crowd kept winning, and you watched as one of the men she was with grew more and more irritated as she continued to pick up her winnings.

the second he put his hand on her in an attempt to pull her back and backhand her, your fangs descended, knowing you'd found your guy. you ducked out of the alley, reaching out to grab the man by the bicep and pull him toward a shadowy corner.

but before you could touch him, he was being harshly pulled away from the young woman and thrown on the pavement.

you paused in the mouth of the alleyway, watching with increasing interest as a tall, strong woman towered over the man, glaring down at him.

she was smirking. you found yourself smirking too.

"what did i tell you about hitting women in my bar?" she rasped out. the man on the pavement beneath her pissed himself, his pants quickly growing dark as he shook in fear. the crowd he was with had dispersed, but a few eyes were watching and shaking their heads in admonishment of the man.

"i-i'm not in the bar sevika, we're outside!" the pathetic man cried. the woman above him laughed, and you watched in fascination as a blade slowly descended from her red poncho. he squealed.

"i swear i won't do it again!" he tried, scrambling away on his back as he tried to evade the woman. she smiled down at him, chuckling as she shook her head.

"no." she said. "you won't."

in a flash, the blade at her side swung down across his neck.

your stomach growled as the smell of blood drifted over to where you hid, and your loins stirred as you watched the woman keep eye contact with the man until his sputtering and twitching halted, and he died. she spat beside him, then turned to walk back into the bar. her bar, apparently.

when no one was looking, you quickly drug the body to the alleyway. his neck was tattered, but you were able to get a pretty decent feed by draining his arms at his wrists.

and after cleaning your mouth, relishing in the warmth quickly pumping through your body, you entered the bar, and spent the rest of the night in a dark corner, your eyes trained on the strong woman as she made rounds around the bar, occasionally pausing to join a game of cards or drink a whiskey.

since then, you've spent almost every night watching her.

you've learned a lot about her since you started watching her. like how in public, while she's at work, she carries herself around with a straight spine and no-nonsense attitude. but while she's at home, alone in her apartment, she's softer. she likes reading, especially romance novels. and she trades out her whiskey for a sweet white wine when she's really into a book.

she sleeps on her side, facing the door like she's ready for the first sound of danger. there have been a few times that she's left her window cracked and you've carefully floated in through her curtains, hovering beside her as you watch her breathe.

you've touched her once, running your finger down the pretty blue scars on her face. she had shifted and murmured, but hadn't woken up, seemingly not finding your presence threatening.

she smells incredibly fucking tantalizing.

not in the way humans usually smell attractive-- like blood and sweat and life. no, she smells better. she smells warm.

warm like whiskey and vanilla wraps for her cigarillos. warm like the brown sugar body wash she uses, warm like the wool of her favorite poncho.

you swore to yourself you wouldn't act on your attraction. you swore to yourself you'd just watch-- not interact.

but then, one night as you were watching sevika eat a cold, lonely dinner in her apartment, she broke down into tears.

your heart broke. you almost revealed yourself to her, just to wrap her up in your arms and press a kiss to her head.

and when she went to sleep that night, you just had to do something to make her feel a little better.

you quickly rushed down the street to the convenience store down the street, and bought the biggest bag of cheesy chips you could find. (you've watched the woman back away cheesy chips like she was preparing for hibernation-- you knew she'd like them.)

you left them on her welcome mat.

(and though you weren't there to see it, the next morning while sevika was leaving for work and she tripped over the bag, she stared at them in confusion for about three minutes, before a soft, sweet smile pulled up at the corners of her lips.)

the next night, when you came back to watch her through her window, you were thrilled to find the bag of chips half empty and sitting on her counter.

since then, you've given up on any and all semblance that you wouldn't interact with the woman.

your gifts have gotten increasingly intense.

they started with little snacks and trinkets left on her doorstep. but after the first time you saw her reaction, a little happy smile when she opened the door to a chocolate candy bar, your heart soared, and you gave up on keeping your gifts casual.

you started leaving bottles of her favorite whiskey.

then, the wine she sneaks when she's alone.

she was hesitant to open it. it sat on her counter for a week, like she was suspicious of the gift. but, eventually, she gave in and cracked the bottle open.

once she got used to her bottles, you took it up another notch. flowers from time to time. ointments and balms for all the cuts and bruises she's always coming home with. scented candles for her home, more blankets for her bed. (she's always shivering.)

one day you notice the shoelaces in her boots are fraying and old. so you bring her new ones.

one evening, you watch as she finished her smutty novel, then pout at her bookshelves when she realizes she's already read everything else on it. you bought her a series she didn't own yet.

you've even taken to getting dolled up before your nightly visits to her apartment, like she'll see you.

you feel ridiculous each time you apply your body butter and lay down your baby hairs just to watch a woman who doesn't know you exist sleep for a few hours, but you can't help yourself from the compulsion.

it's only when you start using her bodywash scent in your shower so you can always smell a bit like her that you finally admit to yourself that you might be a little bit in love with the woman.

just a little bit. (right?)

you start reading her romance novels in your free time, renting them out from the library and tearing through them in hours.

you're thrilled to find that all of them happen to feature two female leads.

you're also struck by the fact that her favorites-- the ones she reaches for time and time again-- all feature some sort of love letter confession.

so you make a plan.

it goes like this:

on week one, you start signing your presents with a simple "your secret admirer."

on week two, you leave a rose with every offering you bring.

(sevika keeps them all, hanging them upside down from her window so they preserve themselves.)

on week three, you start adding little notes to your gifts.

"your smile takes my breath away" (even though you don't really breathe anymore.)

"i hope silco doesn't piss you off today" (even though he pisses her off every day.)

"i wish i could sleep beside you every night" (even though you don't need sleep. you'd just like to hold her, protect her from whatever she's so scared of.)

and then, on week four, you decide to give her a letter. a full blown, totally honest confession about everything she's made you feel these past few months.

only-- something happens.

the night before you're meant to deliver the letter on her front mat, you feed off of a street rat. rat blood isn't nearly as satisfying as human blood, but you like to avoid actual murder when you can.

but this rat must have been poisoned, because you wake up with lead in your stomach and a hangover you haven't had since you turned.

you've accidentally ingested rat poison before. and while nothing can technically kill you, a whole lot of shit can make you horrifically sick until the blood works it's way out of your system.

so you have to put the plan on hold for a week.

on day one, you just lie in bed in agony.

on day two, you start shivering.

on day three, you manage to vomit up whatever of the blood remains in your stomach.

and today, day four, you wake up crying.

you miss sevika. as stupid as it sounds, she's been the most entertaining part of your life in... centuries.

and you can't see her. and you can't give her your letter. because you pass out each time you try to walk farther from the bed to the bathroom.

you groan at the ceiling as your stomach rumbles again.

"being a vampire fucking sucks!" you cry to your cat. she purrs in your lap and you sigh. "i can't eat food, i can't go in the sun, i've got all these stupid heightened senses-- and what's the point of being immortal if i can still get fucking sick?" you cry. your cat opens one eye to glare at you for interrupting her nap, before she rises and jumps down from your bed, running away.

"and now you're abandoning me in my time of need!" you wail after your cat.

there's a knock at the door.

you groan as you crawl out of bed-- your body is too weak to do any sort of flying right now-- and wander into the living room.

you're certain it's a neighbor, here to yell at you again for yelling at your cat.

but when you swing open the door, you almost pass out at the sight of sevika smirking on your doorstep.

you scream, leaping backwards, quickly snatching a blanket off the couch to wrap around your three day old soiled pajamas, and then gasp when you remember you have your bonnet on.

you reach up to pull it off-- then think better of it, knowing your hair's likely a mess beneath it. you haven't taken it off in days.

"uh." you squeak. sevika smiles at you.

"hey." she says. you blink, reaching up to rub your eyes, certain this is a poison induced hallucination. it's not, apparently.

"uh." you say again. sevika chuckles, then makes to enter your apartment.

"the rule is that vampires gotta ask to come inside your home, not the other way around, right?" she asks as she steps over the threshold to your apartment. you gulp.

"uhm..." you say, backing up until your back hits a wall.

sevika looks down at herself and shrugs. "i look fine. i guess i was right." she says. you squeak, and she smirks up at you. "i've missed you, y'know. got used to your little gifts." she says.

you gulp and blink again, trying to clear the apparition before you. sevika remains.

"today's the fourth day in a row i haven't heard from my secret admirer-- i got worried for you." she says.

you clear your throat and search for words. nothing comes up. eventually, you manage to say something, a shaky, nervous, "h-how?"

sevika grins.

"c'mon. i'm second in command to the eye of zaun, babe, i got eyes and ears everywhere."

"w-when--?" you try again. sevika laughs.

"since your first gift. i knew i felt someone watching me outside my window, i felt like i was going fucking crazy! then you left those cheesy chips, and i realized maybe whoever was watching me wasn't a threat." she says.

you squeak again, and sevika giggles.

"plus, i caught you a couplea times." she says. "you're not as stealthy as you think you are."

you pass out.

when you wake up, sevika's sitting on your couch, your head in her lap, your cat in yours. she smiles down at you. "welcome back." she says. you groan.

"this is humiliating." you mumble as you try to sit up. sevika keeps you pinned to her lap with a hand to your shoulder and you're too weak to fight her off.

"it's cute." she says with a shrug.

"i've been stalking you!" you say. she just laughs again.

"yeah, but you're cute. and harmless. and-- i'm not sure, but i've read a couple vampire romances-- isn't this your freaky way of courting me?" she asks. you groan at the cheesy wording but nod anyways.

"yeah." you mumble. sevika just chuckles.

it's quiet for a few minutes, and then sevika reaches down to grab your hand. "well..." she says. you blink up at her in confusion. "are you gonna court me or what?" she asks. you blink.

"wha-- seriously?!" you ask. she nods and shrugs.

"gimmie your best shot." she says. you smile, the horrible sickness in your body fading as a giddy feeling starts bubbling up in your stomach. you rise from the couch, rushing to your room to grab the letter, then running back into the living room, thrusting the letter into her hands. "i know you like corny love letters-- it's in all your favorite books." you admit shyly as you hand it to her. she grins.

"you read my books?"

"not yours. copies from the library." you say, shrugging. sevika smiles, then opens the letter.

it's quiet as her eyes scan the pages, the same little furrow in her brow coming up that always appears when she reads.

you bite back a gasp. you've never seen it so close-up before. she's so fucking beautiful, you have to clench your hands at your side to keep from reaching out and touching her.

when she's done, she looks up from your letter with tears in her eyes. you gulp.

"are you okay?" you ask. she swipes her eyes and nods.

"y-yeah." she whispers, a little waver in her voice. you melt, sinking back down on the couch beside her and wrapping your arms around her like you've been dying to do for months now.

sevika laughs in your arms, wrapping hers back around you then hissing when she feels how cold you are. you giggle.

sevika pulls away after a moment, her eyes locked on your lips.

"so... tell me about those fangs of yours." she says. you blink.

"w-what about them?" you ask.

"like, are they always descended or can you control it or...?" she asks. you gulp and shrug.

"i can control it." you say. she smiles.

"so, if i was to kiss you right now, you wouldn't slice my lip off by accident?" she asks. you laugh disbelievingly, then you scoot away from her.

"i--i'm sick." you say. she laughs.

"yeah, i gathered." she says, pointing at your wrinkled clothes and the bags under your eyes. "vampire sickness can't transfer to humans though." she says. you scoff.

"how do you know?" you ask. she shrugs and chuckles.

"i don't, i just really want to kiss you."

you gulp, a shaky sigh escaping your lips, before you tentatively lean forward and press your lips against sevika's.

she hums against you, and then she reaches out, grabs you by your pajama shirt, and hauls you into her lap. you squeak against her lips, and she licks into your mouth, moaning against you.

when she pulls away, you gulp at the powerful, fast pounding of her heart that you can hear from beside her.

"woah." you whisper. she smiles. "so... is that a yes?" you ask, referring to your letter. sevika snorts and lets out a bright laugh, and your heart fucking melts.

"definitely a yes, baby." she says, swooping in to kiss you again.

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meraki-raven333 · 1 year

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{☆ Random Obey Me Headcanons ☆}

Brothers Edition !!

Lucifer LOVES raisins. He's unnaturally obsessed with them. This greatly unsettles Diavolo, who hates them with a burning passion. (Sometimes when Diavolo isn't doing his work or he's annoying Lucifer, Lucifer will threaten to eat raisins in front of him).

Mammon is like really good at sculpting? He sucks ass at any other form of art but for some reason he's extremely talented in working with clay. Makes a decent profit off of it. (He gifted his first piece to Lucifer, who has it displayed in his room.)

One time Belphie farted really loud in his sleep and scared himself awake. Beel has never let him live it down.

Luke thinks spiders are cool. One time he found a spider at RAD and chased Mammon around with it (Mammon is terrified of spiders) as revenge for calling him a Chihuahua.

Simeon's true laugh is one of those laughs that isn't cute but is incredibly contagious and sounds funny. Everytime he starts really laughing Solomon loses his shit and starts laughing with him. Solomon has a wheeze laugh, which Simeon thinks is hilarious. They have to be separated or else they'll laugh each other to death.

One time a rat managed to sneak into Lord Diavolo's Castle and it appeared when Barbatos was giving Diavolo his morning tea. Barbatos let out the most high pitched girly scream and dropped the tea all over the floor and Diavolo, shattering the dishes. Diavolo didn't stop laughing for days. Barbatos is haunted by it this day.

Levi introduced Satan into FNAF and he became a hardcore Theorist. He thinks the games are fun to play but stuck around for the interesting but confusing lore. Sometimes stays up late at his computer researching it.

Asmo LOVES plushies. His whole room is filled with plushies of various sizes and colors. Went apeshit when he found out Squishmallows exist.

Levi is really good at dancing, he just doesn't have the confidence for it. One time Mammon went to go tell him dinner was ready when he was dancing and scared him. Levi screamed in fear, which scared Mammon and made him scream in fear. They both got scolded by Lucifer for being loud.

MC introduced Mammon into SpongeBob and he loves it. He thinks it's the funniest show he's ever seen (the only right opinion) but he won't admit it to anyone. Watches it when he's feeling down.

Beel is actually a great cook, but he doesn't do it that often since he'll eat the ingredients before he finishes. He's never allowed to cook any meals except for just himself.

Beel and Belphie are immune to onions. Since Beel will end up eating the onion before cutting it, all the brothers wake up Belphie whenever a meal requires onions.

Asmo really likes Mac & Cheese. Not the well made kind, the shitty boxed kind you'd get at the grocery store. It's his comfort food.

Satan reads fanfiction in his freetime. He hides it in a secret book somewhere and would rather be skinned alive than one of his brothers find it (especially Lucifer.)

#obey me headcanons #obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me funny #obey me funny headcanons #obey me random headcanons

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avocado-writing · 6 months

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I wonder how Aziraphale and Crowley react when they find Nighingale unresponsive after heaven fixed their blunder and let you die?

(Sorry if this is random. I just love the tltbatsib-verse lore 😅)

a yawn, exaggerated. a smile across your body from one husband to another as they wake. aziraphale drops a kiss into the soft nest of your hair.

“good morning, darling.”

you don’t stir. you don’t even twitch, give that lazy chuckle you always do, thick from your throat as it warms up for the day. aziraphale furrows his brow.

“darling?”

crowley looks up from his morning phone-scroll where he’s deliberately aggravating people on Twitter. he gives you a gentle nudge.

“nightingale?”

no response.

he tries your actual name. that always gets your attention, means he’s serious.

nothing.

there’s a beat before they spring into action; crowley rolls you over onto your back and puts his ear to your mouth, aziraphale takes your wrist in his hand and feels for your pulse.

no breath. no beat. your eyes are closed as if you simply slipped away peacefully in your sleep, totally at ease.

a vicious, cold panic grips them. crowley pulls you into his lap and begins to slap your face lightly to try and wake you up, to pull you back, but all he succeeds in doing is making aziraphale let out a choked sob.

“no…” the angel whispers, frozen in fear. crowley performs a miracle. well, he tries to. he can’t feel you in hell, so he reaches up; he knows he’s not meant to reach up but he’s desperate, whatever withered connection he has left to heaven he uses to search around for your soul.

“angel, I can’t… I can’t feel...”

you. he can’t feel you. you’re not there.

“I know,” chokes aziraphale. wherever you’ve gone, it’s far from a place they can reach.

they kneel there. on the bed. the place which was your little altar to worship each other, now desecrated. they clutch you between them and are adrift.

your body is cold.

#aziraphale x reader x crowley #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween #avo answers

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heroesfan101 · 6 months

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Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

#daiya no ace #dna fanfic #dna scenarios #miyuki kazuya #kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #self ship #self shipping

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for trying to make everyone’s lives easier? 🚗

Cast of characters: Me (32F), my mom (68F), my brother Robbie (37M), my daughter (2F), my friend Bea (31F). Sorry it’s long, this one has lore.

Me and my friend Bea were going to a party about an hour away from my house. Bea is on my way so I picked her up. I thought my husband would come too so I arranged for my daughter to stay at Mom’s overnight; he backed out but I still dropped my daughter at Mom’s on the way so he could have a night to himself. Bea needed to give her parents something and they live 5 minutes from my parents, so I dropped her off, then brought my daughter to Mom’s, then picked Bea up and went to the party.

The party was fun, we played some games, had a good time, then around 10:30 Bea and I left. I started thinking about how I would have to wake up early to go get my daughter the next morning, and my Mom’s house is between the party and Bea’s house, so I called Mom and said I would pick her up on my way back. But when I was driving, I kept thinking about how if she got woken up my daughter probably would cry all the way home and then not sleep well and then tomorrow would suck, and maybe my husband would come get her so I wouldn’t have to. So when I pulled up to Mom’s I called my husband to see if he would, and he agreed, so I decided not to take her home.

Since I was already at my Mom’s I went inside to let her know my daughter would stay. Unfortunately Mom had decided to wake my daughter up to go home and she was crying and Mom was really annoyed that I wouldn’t be taking her home after all and it was all just a lot so I stayed for a while to get her back to sleep. After about 10 minutes, Mom got a call from Bea, who was in the car, asking her to have me come back out.

Brief background: Robbie has schizophrenia, and when he’s getting bad he tends to fixate on people. Usually it’s family, but sometimes it’s also Bea, because he’s had a crush on her since she and I were friends in high school, and a few years ago he found out where she lived and started showing up and banging on her door. He wouldn’t remember being told to leave for more than an hour. Eventually we had to call the cops to tell him they would arrest him for trespassing if he didn’t stay away. He’s only been violent a few times, I don’t think Bea’s in real danger from him, but the paranoia makes him think Bea’s in danger from someone else and the way he talks we were concerned he was going to like break into her house to protect her. The whole thing just really freaked her out, she had no idea about the crush before he started showing up at her house and she usually goes out of her way to avoid him, she won’t come to my daughter’s birthday parties or anything.

So anyway I guess Robbie was going around and looking in the car windows. Bea said she locked the doors but couldn’t figure out how to turn off the lights in the dash (it’s electric and her car is old) but she ducked her head and doesn’t know if he recognized her. She was shaky but not crying or anything and I couldn’t find my phone (that's why she called Mom) so I showed her the door lock button and went back inside to look for it.

Mom had been annoyed with me before but she was really mad when I came back in. She kept saying how she hadn’t been able to sleep in days because of Robbie and I was just making everything worse and why I came back when Bea was with me when I knew Robbie was having a bad time. Basically she was blaming me for everything and it was giving me anxiety so it took me a while to realize my phone was in my pocket. But I figured it out and went back outside. Bea was in the footwell with her jacket over her head. She said Robbie had tried the doors and banged on the windows, but everything was locked and eventually he went back inside.

Anyway Mom has been mad at me ever since. I told her that she should have said if she was really too tired to watch my daughter, and she said some really hurtful things like how she’s never known anyone to need a break from their baby as much as I do. I don’t think she’s being fair because she always talks about how much she loves to see her, and it takes a village. Anyway if she hadn’t woken my daughter up the whole Robbie thing wouldn’t have happened because I wouldn’t have been inside so long.

So, tumblr: AITA?

(FWIW Bea isn’t mad or anything, she knows I can’t control what Robbie does.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions as housemates

Cait; First few months are rocky, but by the time the lease is up, she's gone to rehab and cleaned up enough to not get booted. Rarely ever home, but when she is, its the same as letting in a feral cat from the window. She's messy, but it's contained to her room. Will do the garbage for you if it's too heavy, always looking for a chance to show off her guns. Also carries groceries in for this reason. Sometimes has hookups over but thats lessened after getting clean. Will stay and listen to you complain about work, parents, school, etc and take your side 80% of the time. The 20% is the times where she thinks it's funny and/or respects the audacity. She's an acquired taste for a roommate, but she’s chill and she won't judge you for anything. Well, unless you start collecting crytsals or something.

Codsworth; He's less a roommate and more a live in butler. Does all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. You can if you want, its just...he prefers if he does it, no offense. His job is very lax, but pays very well. Probably an actual butler for pay. Has all the tea on the other people in the complex/neighborhood, but good luck getting him to share. It isn't proper to gossip, after all. His room is very colorful and kitschy. Lots of vintage pieces from the 60s and 70s. Like round, soft shapes for decor. Keeps lots of houseplants around, for the clean air. Gets really offended on your behalf, always has one little complaint about your romantic partners. Takes you out for spa days. The way he cuts cucumbers is terrifying but no one ever believes you when you describe it. Will make the most incredible faces if your neighbors are being loud for any reason. If it's arguing...you won't tell anyone if he makes popcorn, right?

Curie; Polite, absurdly clean, she's friendly...but she's also going to comment on your diet, your sleep schedule, alcohol consumption, screen time, hygiene, self-care routines, etc. If you're okay with that, or maybe even want it, she's great. If not, ugghhhh. Curie goes to work early and comes home late, so she's fond of meal-prepping so she doesn't have to cook. If you make dinner for her, you are now besties. Makes friends with whoever you have over, likes company and socializing. Will pay for all groceries, she makes good money and wants you to eat well, not cheap. Likes having planned hangout days. Brunch, movie night, going hiking, you're a part of her life and she wants to bond with you! Curie is the kind of roommate who you stay good friends with long after moving out.

Danse; Wakes up at the same time every single day. When does he sleep? Up to God. Takes so long to get comfortable around you. He's was in the army, so he's familiar with shared space, it's just that you won't learn anything about him for months. Like, he won't talk. About anything. Good morning, good night, he's paying his share of rent tomorrow. Once he does does open up, inch by inch, will occasionally drop the tiniest bit of lore about himself that shocks you. Yeah haha he helped his foster brother commit suicide once, would you hand him a paper towel? If you have people over, he will stay out in his car until they leave. Won't say anything, but he's obviously grumpy. Very clean and orderly, will gently judge you if you're not. Functional alcoholic. You're pretty sure he's gonna have a mental breakdown one day.

Deacon; Almost always home...as long as you're there. It's like Schrodinger's cat, he exists when he's theoretically supposed to. When he isn't there, he's off at his job that he's always talking about but has never described. You know everything about his coworkers except their names or what they do. Sometimes will tell you about your coworkers like you work at the same place. Will dress up as a 50's housewife to make you breakfast and dinner, and it's a gamble if its edible. All you know about his room is that he has every kind of gender pride flag, and a giant model of the bunny from Monty Python. Ask his pronouns, he will say whatever yours are like an honest to God fae. He pays rent in physical cash. Sometimes in Sacagawea gold coins, sometimes in 100s. Your landlord refuses to talk about it. He's messy, but freakishly hygienic. There's no dust allowed, but leaves cups everywhere. Invites you to plays he's acting in but never tells you what role. But...you know he's there. His name is on the cast list. But who is he.

Gage; Likely planning to bump you off so his pet lizard can get your room. Has a lot of cash, but he doesn't have an official job. Cops show up every other week but never actually take him. He's surprisingly organized and will ride your ass if you aren't. Hygiene, though...smelly. Bitches if you drink, but will pick you up from bars if you go out. Very private about himself, but a great listener, will make coffee and let you vent for hours. 100% going to use it as blackmail material if needed. If you bring a partner or hookup over and they're of questionable nature, will tell you in front of them you can do better. He always knows a guy, so you always get shit fixed for cheap. His room has souvenirs from his previous jobs and none of them he could have obtained legally. He is the prickliest cactus in the desert, but as a roommate...he starts to grow on you. Like mold.

Hancock; Hope you like weed! Because the apartment smells like weed. Has his own plants in his room, they're all named and he coddles them like children. Has people over constantly. Partyier, party thrower. Hope you like company. Terrible cook but orders takeout for you. SO MESSY. SO UNHYGIENIC. But at the same time, pays for professional cleaners. Has a lot of money, and you're not sure what he does, but it isn't just weed dealing. You think he does something law-oriented because he's really knowledgeable on it. Will help you unionize your workplace, and he knows every HR team/person in a fifty mile radius. They usually hate him, but they know him. Sleeps in until the afternoon, real night owl. Tries to set you up with people, will stop if you ask. Very fun and friendly, and doesn't judge you for literally anything, but...he's a lot. Very clingy, will hug/cuddle you a lot if you ask and say you're okay with it.

MacCready; Divorced, ex-wife has the kid. They're all on good terms, MacCready sees Duncan often. Brings him over for a week if you're okay with it. He's messy but tries not to be. Always complaining about his job, but brushes you off if you give any advice about it. Drinks way too many energy drinks, but never finishes them. Almost-empty cans litter your apartment. Could talk for hours about video games, comics, and TV with you. Lots of 'kid' snacks for the boy but they don't last long. Has a collection of firearm magazines and a shelf with competitive shooting trophies. 1 rifle in a safe with so many locks, don't even look at it. Is a mediocre cook, but will make food if you're stressed out. Hate-watching bad shows and movies with him is a blast, always notices the out-of-place camera guy or Starbucks cup.

Nick; You have a new dad. Will raise an eyebrow if you look at the thermostat too long, but won't say anything if you turn it up. He wants to, but he won't. Always concerned about your health, but in a less-prying way than Curie. Sleeping good, making sure you get something to eat? Will tell you small anecdotes from work, but nothing too detailed. Coffee is always fresh and hot in your apartment. His room is...interesting, aesthetically. Lots of pink, black, red, has vintage furniture. It's very classy and theatrical, looks right out of an old Hollywood noir. Wine snob. Makes a lasagna that would turn the straightest man gay for him. Judges your romantic partners with nothing but a subtle facial expression. Sits and listens to you talk about whatever you need to very seriously. And doesn't plan on using it as blackmail. Older queer, will take you on a baby queer understudy.

Piper; Disaster roommate. Her room is a flurry of papers, coffee cups, food wrappers, ramen cups...always moving, always bouncing between tasks. Asks you about your day, how are you doing, oh, hold on a minute...okay, what were you saying? Oh, one second—busy bee. Hardly ever sleeps, but when she does, its like the dead. Her share of rent is always just barely late. Will ask your opinion on something for whatever she's writing and cites you as a legitimate source. Gets into long, LONG, rambling, passionate rants that can take entire sections of the day. Hope you like hearing about the complex political issue that plagued a southern town in 1967 following the popularization of a method of cereal manufacturing. Ask her to cook, she'll try. Don't expect results. Sends you the most cursed shit she finds online.

Preston; Two coffee pots. One that you pour individual cups from, one he chugs directly from. Insomniac, often spends his nights cleaning, working from home, cooking/meal-prepping. If you ask about his work, he'll say nothing but good things, but you can tell he has so much shit to talk, if he were a slightly worse person/willing to gossip. Like Curie, wants to have a good relationship with you, will take time out of his schedule to do stuff. Best DD, if you go out drinking and he takes you home, you're getting a luxury experience (inflatable bed in the backseat, loads of water + gatorade, and whatever you want from McDonalds). Does a lot of charity work and invites you to join. He's very sweet outwardly, but since you live with him and get to see him when he isn't talking to Certain People directly...you know damn well those hinges are hanging on with chewed gum and all that coffee. If he comes home and stands blankly in the hallway for a minute, a coworker pulled some Shit and if you're lucky, you might get to hear about it.

X6-88; A fascinating experience. So clean, so orderly, you struggle to convince people you have a roommate when he isn't there. He does everything silently. One look from him could probably kill, but he just uses it to tell you to clean your mess or something. Doesn't cook or have groceries. Where are you eating, dude? Has a membership to a private, luxury gym that you can't even google. His room is totally empty, save his degrees, a collection of knives, and a pinned butterfly in a case. Under an NDA to not say anything about his work. 100% would help you hide a body, though he'll judge you for not knowing how to yourself. And your handiwork with the murder. Your friends think he's a vampire. He actually cracked a smile when told this, but he didn't have the fangs, so jury's out on that theory. Might humor you if you want to take him out for some kind of activity. Very interested in museums and art galleries.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #asks #companions react #porter gage #codsworth

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fortheharbingers · 2 years

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– into the night

♤ characters: fem!dazai, fem!dostoevsky, gn!you

♤ wc: 1.3k

♤ cw: suggestive content, vampires au, biting and hickeys, mentions of blood, just being sandwiched between two pretty girls 🥰

♤ a/n: in world of darkness/vampire the masquarade lore, a vampire's 'kiss' has aphrodisiac-like effects, something i wanted to add/include to this drabble.

It must be far late into the night, or you assume so.

There is not much of an opportunity to tell the time aside from the grand clocks around the mansion, and opening the curtains to take a peek outside is out of the question.

It must be some time into the night, because they are awake and kicking, not literally.

Not the first hours of the night sky darkening, or the stars appearing one by one, because you have spotted Dazai stroll in the halls in all her beige glory, the fabric of her clothes sway and follow, the end of the tail draping over the steps as she goes down the stairs.

When she wakes up from her deep slumber, it is an event in and of itself. A process of getting out of her coffin, get prepared for the day, try to find her way back in and drag one of you with her, clingy and a little moody, sleep written all over her pretty face.

This version of hers is one of your favorites if you say so yourself. Her expressions, her weak grips on you so innocent, so naive and harmless– nothing like the woman standing behind you now.

It is a good chunk of hours into the night and not morning, because Dostoevskaya isn’t away in her chambers, working on her newest projects, wrapped in one of the shawls you’ve insisted she keeps on as she works– even for a vampire, she is always abnormally cold.

Instead, she is here, right before you, a hand cradling your face, seizing up your expressions, a primal instinct written clear as day in her eyes.

Even if this was your first day– night with these nocturnal beasts, the rulers of the night, you could still tell it is night time without a hitch– it is clear from the hunger in their eyes.

Cold fingers trailing patterns on your skin, Dazai’s breath fawning over the nape of your neck, you can see Dostoevskaya’s eyes glint as she eyes how lovely and full of life your carotid artery looks. Moving with each pressure, each beating of your heart, up and down with each pumping of your warm, thick, crimson red blood– you see her licking her lips instinctively.

Has she not fed enough the day before?

Despite the situation, the position, you are in, you cannot help but be concerned at the possibility.

“My, my, what’s with the face? Getting anxious now?” Dazai coos right by your ear, her breath lacking the warmth a human should possess.

You can feel every breath you take in and out, your chest barely moving against Dostoevskaya’s, with Dazai’s chest pressed against your back, you can feel even the tiniest shift in her stance.

Tilting your head to the side to get a glimpse of her, your eyes meet Dazai’s.

“What makes you say that?” you reply with a question, only to be answered with her hands tightening their hold on your hips.

“What kind of question is that?” she chuckles, “your body tells me enough.” she says as she leans into the conjecture point of your neck and shoulder.

“The way your shoulders tense,” she begins as she places a kiss there, you cannot help but shudder at the contact of her lips.

“How your pulse quickens,” Dostoevskaya speaks up, letting her hand drop by your neck, caressing your pulse with her thumb, “how your pupils dilate,” she adds as she leans in towards you.

“How your breath hitches even at our smallest of touches,” Dazai says inbetween kisses, going up with each word, with each kiss, lips grazing against the shell of your earlobe.

“How warm your body gets for us so easily, that tingling feeling spreading all over your body from the pit of your stomach–”

Her vacant hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up, allowing space for herself on your neck.

“You wouldn’t think it’d escape our notice how you bring your thighs together, begin averting our gazes after a while–”

The hands holding you in spot by the hips begin to rub circles into your skin, nails sinking into your flesh with each passing second.

Dostoevskaya’s tongue cold against your skin, Dazai’s teeth nibbling on your ear and soon their words turn into whispers, become blurred, just a background noise and nothing else in your ears.

Though hearing is out of commission, your remaining senses are intact, sensitive for each stroke, each drag of tongue, nails leaving crescents in their stead– all you can feel, smell, see and taste in the air are them.

Teasing touches and kneading fingers, the wetness in the wake of their kisses and before you can be lost further into the pleasure, into feeling them all around you, your sense of self jolts awake at the sudden intrusion, that stinging feeling at both sides of your neck.

It always begins with a sudden thrill you feel throughout your body as they sink in their teeth into your neck.

Similar to how Dazai likes to leave kisses, innocent, humane kisses, the feeling of their teeth is closer to it.

Fangs sunk in, teeth latched onto your skin, always with the intention of more than just feeding, of pleasure– theirs and yours, but more importantly theirs.

The momentary pain is quickly followed by a feeling of numbness and euphoria in its wake always, leaving you melting into their hold, their touch, their beings, offering all of you to them.

Soon the ghostly touches begin to warm up, their faces gaining color– on the nights they are greedier, or you are more generous; even a tint of pink adorning their faces.

So beautiful, is all your brain can muster.

A loss of warmth from one side, and before you can even inquire, Dazai’s lips find their way back, kissing over the spot she got a taste of just now, licking over the bite marks left behind her fangs.

A lick, and a kiss, and another one you feel much stronger– each kiss deepening, open mouthed, the pressure increases, crossing over the line between a kiss and a bite.

The bite mark they open as they feed may disappear quicker, but Dazai always nibbles on your skin afterwards, her kisses growing hungrier, biting with the intention of marking, of stroking over the marks of red and purple for later, of making you stand in front of a mirror and see each blossoming mark for yourself.

Dostoevskaya always takes her time with you. Never losing herself to the rush of the moment, nor the hunger. Letting the taste of your blood swirl on her tongue, savoring each and every drop.

Barely aware of the arm you’ve raised, of your hand tangled in her hair, slowly stroking, bringing closer to you–

Once content, she retreats from your neck for a moment, eying Dazai, then the marks she left behind.

Kissing over the marks, she allows herself to listen to the noises you’ve started making. Whimpering between them, little gasps leaving your mouth every time Dazai bites into your skin, leaving another hickey behind, how you cannot help but let out a small moan when Dostoevskaya joins in then.

A hand still on your jaw, the other stroking your side, her kisses are more precise, lighter, increasing in amount on the spots that get you louder and hotter.

With each kiss, she can feel your restrain weaken, logic long left your body, how you are letting go of control, leaving your body into their hands.

Driven purely from pleasure, and the numbing feeling of a vampire’s kiss, you have even given up on standing, you poor thing.

It’s not an issue though, when they press into you from front and back, hoisting you up without needing to use their hands.What was that human saying again? The night is still young.

#nova writes<3 #gender neutral reader #vampire x reader #genderbend #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #Bungou stray dogs smut #dazai smut #dazai osamu smut #dazai x reader #Dostoevsky smut #Dostoevsky x reader

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synnthamonsugar · 2 years

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Good day!

What lore books would you say are the prerequisites for getting into all things Hive?

I'm not going to include links because tumblr is a jerk about putting posts with links in the tags sometimes, but I will drop them in a reblog.

Books of Sorrow: THE starting point, and arguably one of the two best works of writing in Destiny. The early life of the krill/hive, their pact with the worms, their conquest across the stars and the philosophy of the sword logic are all covered here, as well as the family dynamics of Oryx, Savathun and Xivu Arath, as well as Oryx and his kids. Several aspects of it have changed radically in light of the revelations of The Witch Queen, so even if you've already read it it's probably worth another look.

Truth To Power: Savathun attempts to win the Guardian's trust and friendship by posing as Eris Morn; things spiral from there. Like Savathun, this book is steeped in intentional misdirection, symbolism and allegory, but if you're willing to read between the lines you'll come away with a fair amount of information on her philosophies, plans, and arguably her feelings.

In the WQ Collector's Edition ARG lore book, Ikora Rey and Arach Jalaal discuss the manuscript (which exists as letters from Sav to the Guardian in-universe), its meaning and purpose, and come away with a theory that it's meant to teach the reader to think like Savathun, effectively becoming her - a sort of opposite sword-logic scenario where instead of taking someone's mantle by killing them, instructions on claiming that mantle are given away freely.

Inquisition of the Damned: The story of the chaos and desperation among Crota's broods in the wake of his death, and one set of siblings' heretical response to it. Includes some EXTREMELY juicy bits of information on hive lore, including the origin of the death song, and what's going on with Zulmek, Instrument of Torment.

The cryptoglyph web lore pieces - Hearts, Endure, Dust, Hope and Poison - continue the exploration of the Hidden Swarm's reaction to Oryx's death, and their hope that he has passed his proverbial torch on to someone else and will hence live forever. There's also a tiny bit of information on Xivu's brood in here.

Speaking of Xivu, there's not a lot written about her but some of our best descriptions of what she's up to come from Immolant Pt. 1 & 2, Call of the Cryptolith, as well as armor and item lore cards from Season of the Hunt and Season of the Lost. Perhaps fittingly for a god of war, we know little about her thoughts but a fair deal about her actions.

The Book of Unmaking: The Shadows of Yor uncovering the truth of their eponymous Dredgen. Includes verses from another of the Books of Sorrow.

The Resonant Fury titan armor set, and warlock armor set, respectively, contain information on the Worm Gods and Rhulk's relationship with Savathun, which provide some additional context.

The fascinating thing about the Hive is that they're connected to so many characters that you can run into a decent amount of lore on them depending on who you're exploring: Looking into Mara Sov, Eris Morn, Toland The Shattered, the First Crota Fireteam, Osiris, Shin Malphur, Dredgen Yor, Riven, Ghalran and probably about a dozen characters I'm forgetting right now will turn up different perspectives on the hive and stories about them.

#destiny #hive #oryx #savathun #xivu arath

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asksavel · 1 year

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The Story

( PLEASE open me in a mobile browser, not tumblr’s app.)

Forward to part 7

Summary:

AskSavel follows the journey of Savel, a ghost of the Ghastly line that began her life as a mysterious burst of blue light. Through her journey thus far, she has gathered a few friends, those drawn to her light, and one who is a direct counterpart to it. Together, they are on a journey to find the ones known as the Incarnates.

There was always something to be said about the mysteries left untold in the mortal world. This blog will flow through the world, on a journey to the ends of the Earth, and back again.

Will you follow them?

What is an Incarnate - a helpful guide (best read after part 4)

View all story posts in Chronological order HERE!

Part One: Savel

Saying hello An unknown place First time meeting a Gengar Not a native. Savel knows Transform | How they learned it. Teacher First Life Farrow and Lucky Lucky is a doctor. The Forgotten Forest. Disrespect | Hormones | Reveal The Fairy life chose him Savel’s arrival Something lurking ahead… | A warning Dark Singers | Dark Dance | L Light Dance Blue light

Part Two: Song

Lucky’s Power Transfer Savel’s discovery Great Distance Time to go Named by a Nurse Plea to a God | Healing the eye Always known the song Target aquired How Farrow met Savel It’s almost time… The Light and the Dark | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Joining the group Abilities Evolution Issues The return of Teacher Incarnates.

Part 3: Sinnoh

Until the morning comes Sinnoh The team comes together ‘You could say I evolved.’ Lucky’s powers The Sinjoh Ruins Giratina ‘You’re just mortals.’ Farrow’s secret power The aftermath | Part two Down for the Night | Part two | Part 3 Regret Voices Mist and Shadow The Alolan Incarnates on the move Soul Search Finding the red light Incarnate of Love Releasing the Red Light | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Lucky’s Choice

Part 4: Strike

You Hoenn Secrets of Evolution | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Sick Irony Jagged Pass Grudge Wanted Dead Morals Bad Parents Long overdue hug Pitstop He was beside you all along. Wake up time Levas’s Name Air Drop Lucky’s Quest Evacuate Battle Cry

Part 5: Soar

Part 6 - Soul

Forward to part 7

#ooc #the story

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bibaybe · 1 year

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ღ + delilah x xavier obvi ✌️ drop the friends-to-lovers lore! — @xoteajays

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

delilah! she's an early bird while xavier tends to sleep in

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

xavier! mostly because delilah sucks at cooking, but he also got pretty good at cooking while he was taking care of her during her depressive episode

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

also xavier! but every once in a while she'll return the favor. is it usually good? not really, but he appreciates it either way.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

delilah. delilah for sure! once they're together and she's gotten past the initial insecurity of he actually likes me, right? he's not faking it? he hasn't just tricked himself right? she is all over him

Who suggests they both ditch work class to lay around all day:

depends on the day, really? xavier and delilah can both be easily convinced to ditch classes, but delilah tends to suggest it more

Who chooses the movies:

xavier most of the time. delilah doesn't care about movies very much, but xavier enjoys having movie nights, so delilah puts up with it for him

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

given delilah doesn't have the attention span required for movies, definitely her.

Who orders lunch:

xavier for sure. he knows all her favorite foods and tends to order for her without thinking most of the time

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

also xavier! it drives delilah insane, but he likes it when she gets annoyed, so he keeps doing it

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

eating too much tends to make xavier tired if he doesn't go for a run soon after, so definitely xavier! delilah likes to play with his hair too, so when she's playing with his hair and he's full? yeah, it's nap time.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home do homework:

xavier xavier xavier! mainly because he tends to finish his first and wants her attention, but she usually easily convinces him to trade kisses for tutoring

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

delilahhh, she loves ice cream, specifically mint chocolate chip. xavier is more of a brownie guy

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

delilah! she takes a lot of pictures, especially xavier.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

delilah, for sure. she very much enjoys dirty jokes.

Who cooks dinner:

xavier, my main man. but delilah will often help out or, at the very least, hang around while he cooks

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

delilah! she actually enjoys cleaning most of the time, so it works for the two of them

Who stays up until 2 reading:

neither one, but xavier will stay up late painting while delilah usually crashes earlier. occasionally she'll stay up with him, but not often. most of the time she'll wake up and find a new sketch of her sleeping. her collection has gotten ridiculously large

Who stares at their partner while they're sleeping:

both of them! delilah doesn't often do it for long, but she likes playing with his hair in the early mornings and just watching him sleep. xavier, on the other hand, will often sketch her while she's asleep and leave them for her to find in the morning

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

both of them for sure! delilah likes waking xavier up by kissing him all over his face until he wakes up, while xavier often kisses her cheek before falling asleep

#answered #taishub #xoteajays #otp: delilah/xavier #oc: delilah locklear #man i love talking about my characters and their relationships i love

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raeloganthesonic06fangirl · 2 years

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Idea 4: Vanny comes back

I'm gonna be honest, this one is my personal favorite, and I am quite surprised that it hasn't been done yet.* Think of the angst potential!

*This is no longer true

Imagine it's been a few weeks since the 3 star ending and the 3 goobers are getting more acclimated to living with each other. Gregory is getting used to the fact that he has 2 adult figures that actually care about him. Vanessa’s nightmares are starting to become less severe. Freddy’s head was reattached to his body, and he now remotely controls a child-size bear doll (like a Lonely Freddy but not evil) so he can still easily be with Gregory when he isn't at the pizzaplex.

The day would start like any other: everyone wakes up, goes through their morning routines, and eats some breakfast. Gregory finishes first and gets up to go and wash off his plate in the sink. That is when it happens, Vanessa starts to feel a little off, like she is moving slower than normal. At first, she brushes it off as her still waking up. Then she hears a voice… a voice she only hears in her worst nightmares… VANNYS voice. Vanessa would then discover that she could no longer move or speak. She could only watch as she felt herself get up from her chair, and pick up a knife from off of the counter. The reason that she still has any knives at all is for Gregory to use to spread various condiments on his school sandwiches when he makes them.

Meanwhile, Gregory and Freddy are near the sink, having a conversation about Freddy's obsession with dad jokes or something (You are the Morbest superstar!) They turn around, preparing to return to Gregory's room to get ready for school, and they see Vanessa, holding a knife. Gregory would feel a sharp twinge of betrayal before looking at Vanessa's face to see that her calm green eyes, ones that had reassured him after many a nightmare, were now glowing a sickly purple. Freddy and Gregory would realize that the person in front of them was no longer Vanessa, but Vanny.

Vanny raises her arm, Gregory is looking for a way out. He is also preparing for the possibility of being killed, and he doesn't want to give Vanny the satisfaction of being scared if that happens. Through all this, Vanessa is trying desperately to retake control, all the while Vanny mocks her efforts, making sure that Vanessa won't be able to mentally look away from her worst fear, the death of her savior by her own hands. Freddy is preparing to try and jump in front of Gregory at the last second to try and cushion the blow of the knife using his plush form.

Just before Vanny is able to deliver the killing blow, she disappears. No warning at all, like a true glitch, Freddy and Gregory watch as Vanessa's eyes flicker from purple back to green, drops the knife and collapses to the floor, hugs herself and sits in complete silence for a few seconds before bursting into hysterical tears.

That is where I will leave it, what happens next is for y'all to decide!

This is a very good idea(!) and would really tap into how Vanny really should have been utilized, or at least what Steel Wool was intending on before whatever executive meddling much have slipped in to shift the game's intended tone.

Especially the choice to remove the knife that was so prominent in the teasers and early merch, which is wierd but I guess because it's a kids game, we can't have stuff like that because reasons, especially when that knife is dripping unknown liquid off it and your protagonist is a 12 year old child, so I guess no knifey knife in games about dead serial killers who targeted kids and stuffed their remains in animatronics, huh? That's the line they weren't willing to cross..?

By the way, is it just me, or does the whole Vanessa and Vanny thing seem like a foil to Sun and Moon's situation as well? Like somehow, thier stories were meant to run tangent to each as a sort of lore builder or something? One side being a caretaker for children and the other being puppeted against thier will as a way to gather said children to presumably bring to Afton? Would explain why there was such a large emphasis on the Daycare Attendant during build up to the game and why there's a disproportionate focus on assets despite the minor role, maybe as a visual storytelling method a la Scott style to explain the deal with Vanessa and Vanny before the game plot got reworked...

I would say I'm seeing too much into simple patterns repeating, but Scott has always done specific minute details for a reason, right down to colors and sprite placement, so I can't help but feel like the DA is a key to figuring out the lore of Vanny and Vannesa.

But anyway, wow, this idea, I like this...

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Your first meeting with your familiars, written entirely as dialogue. Don’t you want to take a peek at your future together with them, from the start of it all?

(under the cut: dialogue from all the groups, upon their first time meeting you in person. short, as it’s from the discord server!)

Heartslabyul

Ace

"You're kidding me. You've got to be kidding me, are you serious?! Grim--I thought this was your Master, not... not mine! I... I... Uh, it's... nice to meet you. I'm Ace... Your, uh, other familiar. If you'll have me."

Deuce

"Ow ow ow ow... Ah--!! Um, I-I'm Deuce! It's my pleasure--it's nice to--I'm honored to be--UH--THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING MY MASTER! ...Ace! Shut up! Stop laughing at me!!"

Cater

"...Huh. You really do... exist. ...Oh! I'm Cater, it's super cool to finally meet you, Master! I'm an old fox, but I've got nine tails, so I'll definitely make you happy~! ..Really, I'm so happy to meet you!"

Trey

"...Sorry, I was staring, wasn't I? I'm Trey, a tengu. You must have walked all the way here, right? Come in, the temple's always stocked with refreshments and snacks for any surprise guests. I'd like to know your preferences, if that's alright? We'll be together in the long run, after all."

Riddle

"--Welcome, do make yourself at home, Master. It's my honor to be your familiar--I'm Riddle, the head of the Heartslabyul Temple. I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have about anything, but first... well, could I ask you to tie my rope for me first, please?"

Savanaclaw

Jack

"...So this is... I'm Jack. My name... it's Jack. To think I'd meet you in a place like this... My luck is really awful. Still... No matter the location, no matter the reason... It's my honor to finally be your familiar, Master. I'll serve you with my everything, just give me the order."

Ruggie

"O-oh, you're... haha, you're my, my master... No, no, I'm okay, I'm sorry for suddenly... it's just... I wanted to meet you for so long, and I thought maybe even if I did, you wouldn't want me, and... I'm sorry, the tears just won't stop, I'm so.. I'm so happy... I-I'm Ruggie, and I'm yours. I'm yours, Master, so I'm begging you, won't you take me in..?"

Leona

"...Well, this complicates things. Now that we've met, I'll have to hand down the Savanaclaw group to someone other than my top two candidates. Really, what is my life, that even my Master would be extraordinary..? Heh, no, it's fine. From now on, we're family. I, Leona, will protect you with my life, Master. Of course, you'll accept my vow, won't you?"

Octavinelle

Floyd

"Aha--! So you're my Master? You look so weak~! Mm... Humans are so terrible at taking care of themselves. Are you eating right? Humans have really specific needs with nutrients and stuff, right? How 'bout exercise? Wah... you don't look like you'll last a day outside... But that's alright. That's what relying on us is for, right? Hm, me? I'm Floyd. You're my whole life now, so don't get angry at me for getting into your business, okay, Master~?"

Jade

"I was informed beforehand, but you do seem worryingly brittle. Ah, have no fear, we're well-educated on the requirements for a human to achieve a healthy state, so you may leave it all up to us... Or perhaps, you're the sort who cares nothing for such things? Then you wouldn't be averse to being locked up inside all the time..? --It was a joke, Master. This Jade wouldn't do such a thing... without your consent. Let's get along from here on out, yes?"

Azul

"Welcome, welcome, my dearest Master! I, Azul, of the Octavinelle Information Brokers, have been long awaiting your arrival..! To best fit your human lifestyle, I've been intensely studying human behavior all this time, just to be of service to you! Please, feel free to ask me anything you want to know, about anyone at all! I guarantee you, I'll have the information delivered to you within the day--! Ah, no, this is a personal conversation... I am Azul, and I'm delighted to be your familiar at last, Master!"

Scarabia

Kalim

"Oh, I'm so, so sorry..!! That must have been really scary, right? I just--I saw you from afar and I got so excited 'cause it's so difficult for youkai from the Scarabia area, that is, my area, to meet their Masters, so I thought I absolutely couldn't miss this chance, but the entire trip here must've been really scary, right..? I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you..! What do you want?! Despite my looks, I'm really good at making things, you know! You can ask for clothes, or small items.. --I can make weapons too, so--!! Oh! I haven't introduced myself! I'm Kalim! Nice to meet you, Master!"

Jamil

"...Sorry, Kalim dragging you here is partially my fault too. I riled him up too much on how this might be the only chance he gets, and he just sped off when I wasn't looking... You're not injured, are you? ...That's good. I'm Jamil. You really didn't have to follow Kalim into a place as dark and heavy as this, but.. I'm glad you're that kind of foolish human, honestly. I didn't think about revealing myself to you, but my hand has been forced, so... Won't you accept me, as grotesque as I might be, into your service, Master?"

Pomefiore

Epel

"Hah? Huh? Master? You? No, I'm not--dissatisfied, or nothing, it's just... This feels like it's happening way too fast, so I don't know how to react at all... Uh, I'm Epel, and I'm wonderin' why you're wanderin' around a place like this..? Ah, you got in trouble with the Queen of the Cliff, right? Right? Can't be helped... Don't worry, Master, I'll come with you and smack some sense into him. I've got a whole list of things I wanna throw into his face anyways! Let's make a scene, yeah?!"

Rook

"I heard about your little plan to overthrow that lonely Queen, and I must say, your courage is absolutely commendable! Humans don't wander into that area in fear of their lives, yet here you are, throwing yourself headfirst into danger! You must have heard the tales, no doubt? As brave as you are, I'm afraid as your loyal familiar, I simply cannot let you wander into such treacherous territory alone..! I implore you, won't you utilize the powers I, Rook, possess? I'll ensure every plan of yours is a success worthy of a standing ovation, Master, all you have to do is take my hand!"

Vil

"..! You're..! You have some nerve, taking this long to find me..! What? No! I'm not going to fight you now! It's canceled, canceled, I say! I will not have my Master participating in a fight involving this many high-power youkai, even if they're all your familiars..! Ugh, listen here, Master dear... You're the master of the Queen of the Cliff, Vil of the Pomefiore folk. Stand tall, for I hold you in the highest regard! I won't stand for you to be slighted in even the smallest of matters! I'll make this world positively beautiful, all for you, so accept my promise here and now!"

Ignihyde

Ortho

"Hello, Master! I'm Ortho! Please tie my rope! Oh... you seem very startled. Ah, of course! It's because the ritual isn't finished yet, and something has already appeared, right? Don't worry! This is part of the normal process! I'm a good sign that you're almost there! Please do not give up now, for there's one more person you have to meet! Actually, me appearing isn't a normal thing, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to meet you in person as soon as I could... Don't lose steam now, Master, I'll help you with the final part, so let's call him together, and be a big, happy family together!"

Idia

"...I was wondering what kind of dumb group would manage to summon me after all this time, and it ended up being my Master and Ortho... Ugh, there's no way this is happening, are you kidding me... I spent this long not being in service anywhere and just existing as I pleased, and now it's all over... I'm not upset, Ortho, I'm just mourning my former lifestyle for a bit, okay? Okay. Al--right, I'm done moping. ..Hello, Master, I'm Idia, the amalgamation of the Ignihyde phenomenon. Mm... this might be fun. Use me as you please, it's more exciting that way, Master..."

Diasomnia

Sebek

"I'm... I can't apologize enough! I am aware that a simple glimpse of someone's face causing a stranger to burst into tears must be very off-putting--!! It's just--!! I am beyond honored and delighted to finally meet you, Master! I am Sebek, and I work for the Diasomnia Shrine! --Wait! Now that I have a Master, do I just resign from the shrine now?! Can I just leave without informing them--?! Err, Master, I understand it's incredibly rude of me to request something of you all of a sudden, but could you possibly accompany me back to the shrine so I can hand in my formal resignation..?! I want to be by your side for the rest of my life, so even one moment away from you is just..! Impossible for me!"

Silver

"I heard Sebek shouting from the other side of the shrine, so I thought he was dying and came to look, but... This is a far more welcome big incident. It's a pleasure to formally meet you, Master. I'm Silver, one of the guards for the Diasomnia Shrine. You'll have to hand in Sebek and mine's resignation to Lilia specifically since we're both under his care... He's hard to pin down though, so I'll tag along with you. ...You don't mind me being around, do you? I don't think I'll be able to leave you even if you asked, right now... Truth be told, I'm so happy I wouldn't mind dying at this moment. So.. let me stay by your side, please?"

Lilia

"You found me! Congratulations, little human! I've been waiting for you to notice me this entire time! Now, this is where things will finally get exciting..! I was pondering on what I'd do if you never found me this time, but I see my boys have resolved my worries in a flash. Indeed, I am Lilia of the Diasomnia Shrine and a very, very good friend of that cat of yours. We used to travel all over the world together, making preparations for your birth... I'm glad it was all worth it. Master, don't die anytime soon, okay? ...Don't be scared. There's just one more little pet of yours you must meet, after all!"

Malleus

"..Finally, finally, at long, long last... You've come for me, Master. All these millenniums I've spent waiting, the misery of being alone, the yearning for your person to enter my sight... How I wished you'd appear in front of me, so many times in my long lifetime, that I've completely lost count of the prayers I sent to the stars... Everything vanished in an instant, the moment you walked into my shrine. All the agony, the pain, the sadness... At long last, you're here. I am indescribably grateful to the fate that bound us together, that brought you to me.

Now, Master, please accept the solemn vow of this unworthy dragon revered as a god by the human masses, yet fails to even be enough to deliver all that you deserve in this world... I am Malleus, the dragon god of the Diasomnia Shrine, and your most loyal and eager servant. With this vow, may the world crumble to its knees and beg for your mercy, may all life depend on your kindness to survive, may my humble life be dictated by you alone, and may everything end with your final breath.

From here on, let's make a forever to fester this love, Master. I'm looking forward to it."

#youkai au #familiars #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #your good boys #<- gonna make that the all of them are here tag so i don't gotta put all their names #heartslabyul is a bit short since there's a full post detailing your meeting with them!#all this was typed up in the discord server--so drop in if you want to see stuff bein discussed and made!#there's all sorts of sneak-peaks on the other groups that haven't been released yet--but only in text!#good morning it's lore-drop day wake up #timeline

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"I promise it's warmer in my arms!" 『Childe』

Snezhnaya's climate was never anything to scoff at. Tartaglia knew that due to him living their his whole life, getting used to it until staying warm became second nature while in his homeland. You, however, were not. Good thing he's a man of his word, right? | Gn!Reader and second person | Spoiler of Childe's real name and bits of lore | Part of @starglitterz 's 2.5k milestone event :D (it's vvvv late I'm so sorry about that)

The white particles dropped from the clouds elegantly. It was your third day in Morepesok with Ajax to visit his family, but the view of the glittering snow from the window was always a gorgeous sight to see in the morning. The ginger was in front of you now, fixing your scarf to be tucked into your jacket as your head was turned to the window in his room. The two of you woke up earlier than usual; something about going to the main city for the day.

"Come on now, little sun, don't fall asleep on me now!" Your drooping eyes snapped to him at the slight pain erupting from your cheeks. His grin was cheeky as he returned to fixing your outerwear. "Stay awake for me, at least until we get to the train? You'll have plenty time to take a nap on our way to the city."

Your hum was a good enough reply to him. In all honesty, Ajax wasn't expecting any answers that required words from you. The time was barely pushing 3:45 in the morning, after all. You were practically still asleep despite his request. That's fine though; the snow hitting and melting on your warmed skin will most likely shock you to be conscious enough to support yourself until the two of you get to the station.

You were able to, thankfully. The seats were comfortable and the car where the two of you chose was warm. It was a welcoming contrast from the below zero temperature outside. Ajax took the aisle seat after you awkwardly shuffled in, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to share his warmth as you shifted to get more comfortable. "You sure you don't want to lay on me? I promise it's warmer in my arms!"

You lightly slapped his chest with a huff before shifting more to get closer and get more heat. His laugh was nice to hear but not at the expense of you getting embarrassed. "As much as I like the sound of that, I'm not about to drape myself onto you in public." The ginger simply squeezed you before you drifted off once again.

He vowed to himself that this day will be perfect. He got time off from his job, so no Fatui will bother you two. The two unsuspecting buffoons who think they can make some quick Mora when the car gets to the station, too; he'll make sure of that before the city even comes into view. No violence would be involved, but threats weren't put in that category in his mind.

Ajax woke you up with about a minute left on the ride, purposefully hiding your view of the two shaking wannabe thieves. That gave you more than enough time to wake up and look at the upcoming city out the window. Multiple stalls were put up in the central area, all of different sizes and colours. "It looks exciting right? I've been waiting for it to be this before inviting you."

Your boyfriend's dedication for you to have a pleasant time learning about his culture was adorable to witness. He led you to all the different stalls, excitedly chatting about the history of items when he knew it and always had a small smile when you asked with interest. The best activity was the concert and firework display.

"See? I promised you my arms were warmer," he muttered just loud enough for you to hear over the music as the two of you watched the dancers in the center. "Always consider me the first option for warmth, okay? Unless a fireplace is there too, then we'll both choose that." He held you a little tighter the rest of the night all the way back to his family house.

#💞 ; lovely !#childe my beloved #✎ expedition #✩ neptune #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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And I Will Still Be Here Stargazing PT. 3

A Batsis x Batfamily Story!

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: *Vigorously scribbling down the plan to this story whilst my WIP's stare at me unsurprised* Enjoy! -Thorne

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She awoke to someone patting her head and she frowned, shifting away from it. “Stooooooop,” she whined, burrowing her face in what she thought was her pillow, but when the said pillow started vibrating with laughter, she grunted and picked her head up, realizing she’d burrowed into Jason’s side.

“Well good morning to you too, Princess.” He chirped. “How’d you sleep?”

Grunting again, she dropped her head down onto his thigh and curled her arms to her chest, legs coming up to her torso. “Still tired.”

Someone rubbed her ankle. “Well, from what you said, you’ve slept long enough to not be tired for a whole month.” Dick appeared in her vision. “You really don’t remember anything after seeing the comet?”

She shook her head. “Nope.” Reaching out, she ran her fingers through Tim’s hair from where it’d stuck up; he’d fallen asleep sitting in front of the couch, his head laying back on the sofa. “All I remember is seeing it and then I was waking up.”

“Aliens,” Cassandra whispered, and she looked at her.

“Please don’t say that.”

Cassandra reached out and poked her heart. “Alien in your chest.” Her sister grinned when she scowled. “Gonna pop out of your body and hiss at us. Scurry into the vents and hunt.”

“That’s not funny. I hate that movie.” She pressed her hands to her chest and looked at Jason. “I don’t have a gross alien baby in my thoracic cavity that’s going to burst out at any moment, right?”

He shrugged. “Dunno, (Y/N). We’ll see soon.”

“I hate you guys,” she scowled again, and someone snorted above her.

“Sister, you do not have an alien inside you.”

(Y/N) turned her neck to see Damian sliding off the back of the couch, rolling on top of her, his back to her side. “Oh yeah? How do you know?”

“Doctor Leslie scanned you. You’d also be dead though. From what the lore on aliens says, it only takes a few hours.”

“Great. So, I’m not going to die, but I’ll never get those memories back then.” She sighed heavily. “I really went off grid?”

“Totally,” Dick replied. “Like tracker untraceable. Disappeared into thin air. Gone with the wind. Complete—”

(Y/N) reached over and shoved her hand against his mouth. “I got it.” He licked her palm and she griped, “You’re a child.” Sighing, she turned her head up, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t remember though. It’s so strange.” Her voice quieted. “What am I forgetting? I feel like it was so important.”

“Hey, you’ll figure it out, Princess. You’ve got us to—” Jason rested his hand on her head. “Holy shit, you’re warm.”

She blinked and met his gaze. “What?”

He pressed his hand to her forehead then glanced at Dick. “Feel her forehead, she’s burning up.”

Dick’s brows were furrowed as he reached over, and his face contorted in concern. “Little-wing’s right, (Y/N). You’re hot.”

“I don’t feel bad,” she offered, reaching up to feel her skin, but sure enough, like they said, she was warm to the touch. (Y/N) shifted. “Dami, get off me for a minute.” He moved and she rose, them following as she wandered into one of the bathrooms, shutting the door behind her.

She gazed at herself in the mirror. Her complexion hadn’t changed, neither had her gum color or tongue. Nothing hurt, no headache, nothing at all. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side in confusion staring at herself when something flashed in her eye. She blinked rapidly and leaned forward, gasping quietly when she blinked again and one of her eyes had changed colors from her normal one—this time, it was a full orbital color, white, like a sparkling diamond.

(Y/N)’s felt her heart lurch, and she reached up, carefully prodding at her lids. It didn’t hurt, but when she pressed a finger below her eye and pulled down to see if there was something inside, her skin sagged with it, revealing underneath something she could only describe as vantablack with bursting colors beneath.

Her jaw went slack despite the terror welling inside her and she stopped touching her face for fear of hurting herself, but when no pain came, she reached up and pinched her skin, slowly peeling it away. The more she peeled, the more the black galactical pattern beneath shown through.

“I’m losing my mind,” she breathed, reaching up to pull away the skin of her upper eyelid to her forehead. She stopped when she reached her hairline, gaping as starlight colored hair peeked beneath. “What the hell?” she whispered, starting to yank.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright in there?”

She jerked, turning towards the door and momentarily, she almost broke down in fear of the door opening. “I’m fine!” she called and looked back towards the mirror, surprised when her face appeared normal once more. “I’m just—uh, taking my temperature!”

Something was seriously wrong with her. Whatever that was, it wasn’t normal, and she was panicking on the inside.

“What is it?”

“It’s about one hundred. Just a minor fever.” (Y/N) opened the door and smiled. “I’ll just go up to bed and sleep it off, yeah?” she didn’t wait for a reply, simply hurrying past them and up the stairs to her bedroom.

Shutting the door, she dove into her bed and under the covers, not sure if she should feel worried or absolutely terrified of what just happened. Maybe I’m just tired. Really, really, out-of-it tired. Though something deep down made her feel like this mystery was just the beginning.

***

When she awoke again, someone was caressing her head and she blinked blearily at whoever it was. “Dad?” she murmured, and he smiled softly.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

(Y/N) sighed tiredly. “What time is it?”

“Quarter past eleven,” he replied. “You’ve been asleep all day.”

“Sorry,” she whispered, and he shook his head.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He smiled again. “You hungry? Alfred made chicken parmesan for dinner.”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “My favorite.”

Bruce nodded. “Think you can eat? You’ve gotta be starving.”

Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t hungry at all. Which was weird because she was always snacking on something, be it candy or chips. “Actually, I’m not that hungry.” (Y/N) remarked and she watched as his dark brows furrowed, then he rested the back of his hand to her cheeks.

“You’re still warm like your brothers said.” He frowned. “You’ve been running this fever all day and now you’re not hungry…”

She could tell the mood was becoming worrying by the minute and she smirked. “Face it dad, I obviously got abducted by aliens and this is the one they left in my place to assume normalcy.”

Bruce huffed a laugh and pinched her cheek. “You’re hilarious.” Letting go, he stood from her bed and looked down at her. “Maybe get some more rest and you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan, dad.” She agreed, not wanting to argue. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He bent down and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I love you sweetheart. You know that don’t you?”

“I love you too, dad.”

“You’d tell me if something was bothering you, wouldn’t you?”

Something in his tone tugged at her heartstrings and she smiled warmly. “Yeah, dad. If there was something I couldn’t handle, you’d be the first I’d come to.”

Bruce returned her smile. “Good…sleep well, sweetheart.”

(Y/N) closed her eyes once more, falling into a deep sleep, but it was anything but restful. No, it was filled with nightmares, of ancient battles waged across the broad expanse of the universe, from the beginning of time to the end of it. And one word kept being repeated in amongst those nightmares—Insentients.

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