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toruslvt · 6 days

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ur writings are so amazing im inlove w them!! can i request a brother’s bestfriend geto x fem reader? also if it’s okay with u, could u write a lil smut🫣🫣

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

⋆ mdni. slightly pervy suguru + shy reader, cunilingus, fingering, pussy job, Suguru has a lip piercing, i coulndt help it. you're Satoru's sister or stepsister because mhm I needed a name...

⋆ thank you sooo much for the compliment, love 💕 also sorry this took so long :(

it really isn’t fair.

Satoru really shouldn’t be so cruel and deny the sweet taste of you to his best friend, although of course, Suguru has never made a comment or move to show his real intentions, opting instead to silently stare as you make your ways though your kitchen in those cute shorts of yours.

“don’t look at her, you pervert” Satoru huffs, leaving a slight slap on the back of Suguru’s head, to which the dark haired man replies with an amused chuckle, playing with his bottom lip, feigning ignorance.

“tsk, i wasn’t looking at your sister”

it’s a lie of course, quietly thanking his fashion taste for choosing a pair of baggy pants to cover the growing bulge between his legs, most likely wetting the fabric of his boxers with sticky, translucent precum.

two sets of controllers were held by both men’s hands, often yelling profanities to a tv screen until the sun hid and the moon shone bright, what a pity, really, it looks like Suguru will have to stay the night.

“here’s some blankets” at least this time Satoru is kind enough to toss a heavy blanket onto his best friend’s lap followed by a yawn, much different from the previous times where he left the black haired to his own. and it’s not until Satoru’s side of the couch remains uncomfortably still, that he realizes the blue eyed is —in fact, fast asleep, snoring with his head hanging from the couch backrest.

it’s funny, really, that until Suguru finds himself staring at the ceiling, uncomfortably laying on the other man’s bed, no one was using it either way; but who the fuck falls asleep at 11 pm, on a saturday night.

quiet steps make their way outside the room, greeted by the dark hallway in his way to the bathroom, although, —and almost heavenly, Suguru catches a glimpse of your bedroom at the other side of the hall, door ajar and letting out a little bit of what it seemed like lamp lighting onto the carpeted floor outside.

it’s almost inviting.

his feet instantly turn from his way towards the bathroom, drawn to you like a moth to the flame, “hey” Suguru barely whispers, knocking on the wood before pushing it open enough for his body to pass, “can’t sleep?”

a soft rustle of your bedsheets is what greets him, followed by a surprised look on your eyes and the soft thud of earphones falling next to your body, solely covered by a shirt and those shorts that drive Suguru insane, “it’s a bit too early to sleep” you reply back, a soft chuckle following.

the sound is like a melody to his ears, followed by his own and a gentle hum, “your brother is knocked out” as if invited, the black haired takes a few small steps until he sits at the edge of the plush mattress, palms itching at the attempt of not giving in and wrapping his fingers around your pretty ankle.

with a half lidded gaze he turns towards your phone, held by one of your hands as you curled on your side to look at him with those bright, gorgeous eyes of yours, the screen is flicking, an incoming notification, “texting your boyfriend?”

“don’t have a boyfriend” you retort with a slight chuckle.

and Suguru’s eyes widened for what seems like a millisecond, “i don’t believe you” he teases, shaking his head while subtly, and barely noticeably slides closer to you, the loose black sweatshirt he wore suddenly getting hotter, “a pretty girl like you... without a boyfriend?” his tongue clicks, “something’s wrong with those boys”

the subtle shift of your feet against the mattress doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, who tentatively press a thumb on the border between your skin and the socks you wore, “it’s not that...” you murmur, and he notices how you’re embarrassed, he’ve known you for quite some time to realize those kind of small details, “just haven’t found the one”

Suguru hums, licking his bottom lip and mindlessly tracing the cold metal of his piercing for a bit longer, his head turns to look at you, “boys your age are so immature” his voice is low, and honestly what a thing to say considering he’s merely four years older than you, “barely getting into adulthood, don’t know how to treat girls like you” a smile spreads through his face as his thumb rubs on your ankle and your throat bobs slightly as you swallow. are you as turned on as he is?, “i bet they can’t satisfy you either, can they?”

upon hearing his words your eyes widen, face burning and yet don’t tear your leg from his lingering touch, intoxicated by the look on his eyes and slowl, purring words, “Suguru... what—”

“it’s just a question, doll” he chuckles, brushing it off with a shrug, a few hair strands falling on his eyes at the tilt of his head, “no need to answer that, i’m certain no one has made you feel as good as you deserve” it’s a test, to check on your reaction to his not so subtle advances.

but you show no sign of discomfort, instead, your gaze turns towards the dresser and mirror on your side, nervously chewing on your bottom lip in a motion you often do while embarrassed, why are you so fucking cute?

just a step closer, “i can, though...” his voice drops even more, sliding his thumb and fingers across your calf and towards the bend of your knee, “make you feel good”

“Suguru...” you breathe, shifting your gaze towards his.

“no one has to know, just you and me”

“Suguru,” you try again, catching his attention that was locked on your almost bare thighs, with a gulp you whisper, ”lock the door”

and that's all he needs, heart skipping a beat and cock twitching in his boxers at the same time he reaches for the door, locking it before climbing over your body this time, hungrily roaming his darkened eyes through your body, “so fucking pretty” he huffs, sliding his fingers under your neck and using a thumb to part your lips, pressing under your bottom lip to finally, finally claim the lips he has been dreaming off, locked on his or wrapped around his cock.

you whine and he’s melting, a soft grunt escaping Suguru’s lips as his tongue slides across yours, fucking your mouth and sucking your tongue lewdly enough to leave you gasping.

you come to realize Suguru is not talkative in bed either, opting to use his hands to roam across your body, and lips to bring out more sounds from your mouth, “do you trust me?”

and you nod, so cutely he needs to bite down slightly on your puffy bottom lip, hair a mess solely from kissing, he wonders how stunning you’ll look while getting fucked.

“good girl” is a purr, followed by Suguru’s lips detaching from yours and finding your neck, gently nibbling and kissing the skin, all the way down to the valley of your clothed chest and belly where your shirt rise; his kisses continue across the band of your shorts before he’s pulling them down slightly, whistling low at the sight of your now drenched panties.

teasingly he nuzzles on your clothed clit, making you whimper and squeeze his head with your thighs, which only makes Suguru chuckle and cock jerk more precum into his underwear.

“i’ll eat your pussy, alright? tell me if it’s too much” what a gentleman he is.

then his eyes are on you, noticing the rise and fall of your chest and glossy gaze, first rubbing your slit through your panties, groaning low at the feeling of your wetness seeping through the fabric, showing the outline of your drenched folds, “Sugu...” you mewl with toes gently curling on the sheets.

a bit more of friction and he could have cum in the spot at how sweetly you say his name.

“i’m here, honey, i’ll make your pretty pussy feel so good” he promises, and like a man truth to his words, his finger slides under the crotch of your panties and slides them aside, another deep rumble comes out at the sight of your pulsing cunt, drooling slick enticingly.

Suguru waits no time at licking your folds, sliding his tongue across the tender and hot skin before swirling your clit, each stroke and slurp a bit harder than the previous, indulging into your taste while at the same time keeping you on the edge due to his slow and measured movements.

you whimper his name again, tentatively sliding your fingers across his soft and long hair, normally held in a bun but now it’s framing his face so beautifully you’re left breathless. your words and the gentle tug on his hair is what he needs to use both thumbs to spread your folds, using one hand to keep your panties aside before plunging the wet muscle inside your sobbing walls, gently massaging your insides with growing intensity.

Suguru can’t help and groan against your pussy lips, lust driven and slightly humping his hips down against the mattress at the same time he fucks you with his tongue, lapping and slurping the delicious nectar coming from between your legs.

soon a finger joins his tongue, and merely minutes later two are pumping inside and out of you, although Suguru was hesitant to depart from your sensitive cunt, he found the movement of his fingers and lips wrapped around your clit was much better to make you scream, and how much he wished you were at his place instead, because he would have never allowed you to cover your mouth with your hands, muffling your sounds for your family not to hear.

“S-suguru, i’m close!” you barely get to squeal through your fingers, a futile attempt to curl over his body and detach his lips from your cunt, one that quickly get replaced by the arch of your back against the mattress at Suguru’s lips sucking harder and fingers curling just precisely to caress the spot that made your thighs twitch.

barely pulling back he groans, “come, beautiful” then his lips are on you again, keeping his pace to bring you to the edge until you’re drenching his lower face.

you cum so hard your vision goes black, breathlessly moaning a bit louder than allowed, hopefully your brother was still asleep, yet through the orgamic daze you manage to catch a glimpse of Suguru’s smirk and messy hair, wiping your slick on his lower abdomen before releasing his cock from underneath his clothes, hard and flushed, dribbling breads of precum.

fucking you it’s too risky, and the idea of leaving you to fetch a condom from Satoru’s room is not even a possibility, especially with the way you look like you’re about to pass out, but it’s fine, Suguru is patient.

he kneels between your legs, gently cooing at your questioning whine, and sliding your panties barely aside, then guiding his tip to your slit, snuggled between your dripping folds as he starts to thrust, cockhead smacking wetly against your clit and up to the front of your panties where a creamy patch grows, “fuck” he huffs, gripping on your thigh to spread you open and increase his thrusts, fucking himself with your pussy lips, “sorry, princess, I can’t hold it” he attempts to joke, but his gaze is focused on your cunt, while yours is on his ethereal Suguru looks, flushed and biting on his bottom lip to muffle his moans.

it doesn’t take him much to cum with a shudder, embarrassingly quick but that’s just the effect you have on him, completely staining your underwear with cum that drips down your slit and Suguru is about to groan, fighting back the urge to coat his tip with the sticky mixture and guide it inside your needy pussy, but alas, he’ll bring protection next time.

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riaki · 5 months

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an excuse to touch | suguru geto x reader

pt.2 of christmas event! cw: reader is kinda drunk, u and him have a bunkbed but he always sleeps w u on the lower bunk :3

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"su— guru!"

he knows that pitchy voice; a lilt to it that tells him you've been drinking. a slur that links your breathy words together like the taut strings of a spider's web that's so imperceptible that it would've been impossible to pick up, unless you were him. because suguru knows you better than anyone else.

you say his name weird, which means you've indulged on the bottle of liquor your next-door neighbor brought you that morning, wrapped in a pretty festive ribbon with a snowman drawn into the cork. "my son drew it," your neighbor had explained, and suguru wonders how good of a parent he is, to be letting his 6 year-old doodle on a bottle of wine.

he doesn't have time to concern himself with other people's lives, however. he has his hands full making sure you don't topple into the christmas tree you'd both worked your asses off to decorate last weekend when you stumble into the living room like you're walking on two left feet, threatening to trip over the cord connecting the soft yellow lights to the outlet in the wall. he distinctly remembers the argument you had last night— you thought rainbow lights would look nicer on the tree, but he liked just yellow. in the end, he'd gotten what he wanted— but there wasn't much to gain when you had stolen his sweater and refused to give it back as a vengeance. and now, he couldn't find it.

"right here," he calls, looking up at you from where he's seated on the couch in your living room. the little tv screen plastered to the wall has a fake fire playing over the screen; he knows you love the immersion, even if your apartment complex doesn't have a fireplace or a chimney.

you make your way over to his chair and promptly fall into his already-waiting arms. he pulls you flush to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin and letting you snuggle up to him in his lap. his callused hand immediately snakes up your back to slip beneath your shirt, massaging your back. his embrace is warm; soft. and he smells good, like pine needles and something gently sweet, a little smoky.

soon, your hands find his hair, winding a trail up his neck to thread into the dark strands and pull out the tie. before you can move any further, though, a hand darts out to catch your wrist, and the other moves to tilt your chin up and force you to meet his stern gaze, warm like amber resin on the tree bark.

"[name], where's my sweater?" he asks, raising an accusatory eyebrow. just like that, you shrink away, and he smothers the snicker of amusement that threatens to spill out like hot cocoa with a hand over his lips.

you blink, and he watches your eyelashes flutter. they catch the fake firelight, glowing like billowing reeds under a bright sun in lakewater that reflects the summer sky. "i dunno." a blatant lie; obviously, you do know, because a bit of the red string has tangled in your hair. it was crocheted for him by a friend; you'd think a doctor would have good needle skills, but operating on a patient might be easier than operating on a DIY crocheting kit and a bundle of old string. nevertheless, he took the ugly christmas sweater and cherished it; the scent of cigarette smoke and faintly sterile tiles that clung to it.

but suguru was pretty sure that would soon be replaced by the scent of you, if you kept it much longer. not that he minded, of course.

"i, uh. dropped it. in the fire." you said bluntly, stubbornly weaving your hands into his hair and pulling out his hair tie insistently. a few strands caught; even as drunk as you were, you still took the time to smooth out the tangles so you didn't accidentally rip out a patch of his hair. crude as it was, suguru appreciates little things about you like that. not the fire part, though.

"you dropped it in the fire." he echoes, raising an eyebrow. it feels condescending in a very suguru (read: affectionate) way, so you look away, lower lip sticking out. he thinks that just makes you cuter, though; you look like something straight out of his dreams. he can barely bring himself to be irritated.

"um, yeah."

"so.. it burned up?"

"yes."

"you don't have it anymore."

"no, i don't."

"the fire isn't real," he reminds you quietly; softly if you strain your ears.

"but it's so warm over here. and nice, and cozy. what else could it be?" you protested, flailing your arms as if hitting him would force him to reconcile with your beliefs. suguru just opts to lean away from you, an amused and easy smile on his lips. like he's looking at you in adoration; like you're still the one who was molded from clay to fit in his arms even though you supposedly 'burned' his sweater up.

"not sure," he hums, watching as you stand up on two shaky legs like a newborn doe away from its mother's side; the soft glow from the light of the christmas tree gently illuminating your frame. he wishes he could tug you back by the wrist and kiss you breathless, run his hands over you ever lovingly. "you're just like my personal little space heater." he chuckles, soft smooth and melodic, and it snaps you from your tipsiness as you glance back over at him. “fools me into thinking the fire’s real.”

his hair is loose, tumbling over his shoulders and framing his face like a renaissance prince under the soft light; the brown of his eye shines a gentle caramel, soft and smooth as butter and syrup. there’s an easy smile that curves his lips up; he looks unfairly handsome. he thinks he can catch sight of his reflection in the void of your pupil; it looks like there's a birdnest on his head. he frowns, reaching a hand up to muss the tangled black strands. the windows in the living room are vignetted by a frosted glass, a cold world of white waiting outside. it's almost enough to make him shiver, but here, in the warmth of your presence, the snow melts away with the sunshine of your smile.

his fingers catch in his hair and he lets out a pained grunt. he's straightening his bangs when he looks up from his comfy seat on the couch; you're across the room, sitting on the soft wool carpet. there's a stain on the bundles of fluff, constantly hanging over the both of your heads to remind you of how you'd been enjoying a shared cup of hot cocoa with candy cane chunks when your nasty feline sauntered over and promptly jumped into your lap yet again, knocking over the mug and pouring its terribly sweet and sticky contents onto the wool. it had haunted suguru's domestic household nightmares for days after. your evil cat is curled up in your lap, fluffy mitten paws tucked beneath its head as it naps, and suguru doesn't like the flare of jealousy that springs up in his gut.

you catch the look of disdain on his face and shoot him a lazy smile, tilting your head. it's an invitation if he's ever seen one-- deserved, he thinks to himself. that should be him with his head in your lap, your hands in his hair, smoothing out each individual knot, gently massaging his scalp in the way you knew he loved.

...

he shakes his head and stands, brushing the lint (and cat fur— always a pest) off his sweats and saunters over to you; there's that familiar gait in his step from always walking hunched over during his earlier years of youth. sometimes, you'll build a little pillow fort on your bunk bed and settle in his arms between his legs and listen to him tell you stories from a time that seems so long ago but so fresh like new mint leaves in his memory. he'll play with your clothes, bury his nose in your hair and breathe in the scent of home and something like apples and cinnamon in your shampoo. those fun little story nights are always enjoyable, only because he has the best audience.

he squats down, balancing his elbows on his knees as he peers down at you. your cat in your lap lifts its head, looking like the very dictionary definition of judgmental as it squints at suguru. you just laugh, like silver bells clear in a snowstorm, parting the howling wind as if it's the red sea. paving a path straight through the center of his heart like some cursed cupid's arrow.

he doesn’t mind, though, when you scoot your cat off your lap and open your arms wordlessly. he scoots a little closer before settling into you, back flush against his chest as your arms lock around his waist. you rest your chin on his shoulder and he can’t help the rush of butterflies in his stomach; suguru’s never been the type for this sort of girlish, giddy love. but you always bring new things to the table, don’t you? he loves that about you.

suguru settles into your arms, tilting his head to intercept the kiss he knows you’re about to plant to his cheek to instead meet your lips with his, and he swallows and relishes the little surprised gasp that leaves you when he does. a moment later, he hears a pretty little giddy laugh, and he can’t fight the smile that spreads over his lips.

"you're so soft," he whispers, and it's much more exhausted than he thinks it has any right to be, on such a comforting night like this when your laugh smells of sweet liquor wrapped in chocolate and you serve as good of a sweater as any clearance sale item could.

and soon enough, your fingers slide into his hair, separating soft dark strands like you're organizing a collection of seashells. it takes him a while to notice, but he soon realizes you're braiding his hair. the wind howls outside and the fake fire doesn't provide any heat, but your gentle touch and warmth feel like a cozy throw blanket hanging around his shoulders. and he feels okay now; with the way you run your fingers through his hair, delicately gathering the strands from his hair and running a thumb down the length to smooth the knots, weaving them together like a natural crown of holly flowers.

you brush a stray strand from the nape of his neck, and he shivers when your fingertips brush against the tip of his ear. he can't help but smile when you notice the goosebumps on his bare arms and free one hand to reach for his, tangling your fingers together while you untangle the mats in his hair. it's far too cold for him to be wearing that simple, worn white cotton shirt, but he doesn't mind if you'll be the one to keep him warm through this cold season.

it's all fine and dandy until he speaks up again, when you're nearly falling asleep over his head and your arms drape over his chest, toying with the sapphire necklace around his neck. your little cute breaths tickle the top of his head; you've finished the braid. it's a little messy and stray hairs stick out here and there— but at least you didn't settle for pigtails.

when he speaks, it's not directed towards you, though— he's speaking to your cat, with a stern tone you only recognize as the one he uses with you whenever your clothes end up on his side of the drawer or when his jewelry (or hairties) go missing.

and when you open your eyes groggily after suguru shifts to sit up, feeling the dreary loom of a mini hangover after you fall asleep in his arms tonight— you're blessed with the sight of your beloved house pet— a shredded chunk of tacky fabric from suguru's sweater in its mouth, and the death glare that you can only imagine contorting your handsome boyfriend's face.

needless to say, your cat will be nowhere around the two of you when you decide to share a therapeutic cup of hot cocoa again this time.

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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luvchrltts · 4 months

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dating mondo owada headcanons !! (sfw + nsfw)

ship : mondo x reader 🫡

— warnings : breeding kink, dimensions and measurements of his dick 😭😭, cccccunnilingus, dominant mondo (most of the time ….), erm js sex in general FOR THE NSFW AREA . no warnings in the sfw :3

reader : female anatomy in nsfw areaaaa

SFW:

love language is spending time with u <3 he stands on BUSINESS when it comes to being with u no matter what it is

takes u to the gym and shows him his routine (REOWWW 😻😻)

lazy af when inside tho 🤷🏼‍♀️

he lets u borrow his jacket that’s like 5x bigger than u — forgot to say that he is most likely towering over u

not shy or anything but he genuienly forgets to show affection . he thinks of u as a best friend

reallllyyyyy comfortable with u but u’ll never ever catch him lacking

u love to play with his long hair after hes just showered and hasnt styled it yet

more loyal than anyone ever could be . he thinks having ONE partner is enough LET ALONE TWO . and also he just wouldnt choose to be a cheater he doesnt see the point and believes its tooo much effort

mondo doesnt tease a lot he’s just kind of sly

he finds it downright hilarious when u say something that sounds dirty and he gets to make a joke about it 😭😭. hes got smth wrong with him

would do anything to prevent u from breaking up with him. he’s already lost his brother let alone the lohl ☹️ give him a BREAKKKK

nsfw under the cut 🙈

NSFW:

he’s so loud omfg

wants u to sit on his face .

no joke he literally gets off even to the thought of eating u out …..

goes pussydrunk

he loves ass im sorry

as long as you have SOMETHING for him to grab onto no matter the size he’s satisfied

………….. thick dick

alr just hear me out on this

shaft #AD8484 tip #97575F — 8 inches long and 5 inches thick ………. it doesnt feel right writing this x

if he feels like shaving he will if he doesnt he wont ✌️ he doesnt care what u do with ur pubes as long as u dont care abt what he does with his

he wants to be gentle he really does but he cant bring himself to be sometimes

not necessarily kinky but he’ll do whatever the fuck u want 😇😇 as long as ur happy pookie !!!!

as i said at the start he’s very vocal.. literally pants like a dog 🙇🏼‍♀️

his voice breaks when he orrrrgasssmmmmssss

his stupid hair bounces up and down when he thrusts inside u 😭😭😭😭 i find myself VERY funny 🫡

hear me out . he wraps his arms around ur thighs to hold u still as ur laying down and eats u out 🙏

u cuuuummmmm on his weird ass hair sometimes and he gets pissed ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS A GOOD HAIR DAY

maybe just MAYBE would he let u take control . but only if its a birthday treat or smth as i said u’ll never catch him lacking like that

toys are useless in his opinion … why a fake cock when hes got a real one waiting for u with open arms 🤗

'attagirl’ 'take it like a champ’ 'doing so well f’me..’ ……. I MIGHT TEML A JOKE BUT I NEVER TELL A LIE

bbbbbreeeeedinnnngggg kink maybe …… as long as ur alr w it

would laugh recklessly if u ever mentioned piss or shit or anything like that (as he should. as he fucking should)

erm thats it i hope it was alr for my first thingy evaaa lolz 🫡

#mondo owada #mondo owada x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #dr1 thh #gender neutral reader #fem reader

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year

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𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite side charcters. requests are open darlins luv, thai

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

siri my babygirl, he knows he's fine. he knows he is god and he is it and forever will be it. periodt.

so ik he comes of as a major flert and he seems to be so smooth. And i gotta tell you, its no facade

HE IS ALL THAT, HE IS THE SHIT

sirius black is smooth, like SMMOOTH. he can get anyone and he's aware which gives him way too much power.

BUT, romantic attraction? never heard of it, he's got no rizz when it comes to you, which gets him annoyed and just in frustration

he is such a simp he just doesnt know how to show it yet, give my boi sometime okay?

but once he knows that you like him too, the game has been changed. flipped. uno reverse.

he gets back all his confidence and cockiness, he loves being the only one who could get your attention and he basked in your glory

basically attention whore

his favourite thing is trying to see someone get in with you and just watch how they all fail miserably. He's the type to try ship both of you together when he knows you want him

its just that level of confidence

He's just so aware where he stands and that no one could touch him.

this black is our daily dosage of goth jock and a hint of princess

you would do his liner and mascara obviously and the rings- let me die. He'd have these fancy metal rings oml

listen, just listen: him w pretty black acrylic nails w starts on em

he'd play you the guitar cause why not. I think he would be pretty into music and sing you love songs and that's a love language son.

would steel your tiny tops and wear em like crops and he'd look so hot in them godamn.

my man is a chaser so I'd think he'd be pretty athletic. He's got the hair and the abs dang

you cannot convince me that sirius didn’t bite you to show affection. either its as a dog or as a full ass boy tryna bite you.

would 100% fight over the dumbest stuff w u. just bickering and bickering and bickering. i believe you guys would be so much fun to hang out with mwahh

he'd want to lie on your lap while you read, listen to music w u, take you to quiditch games, he'd want too go on walks and take naps.

his bike- him riding that would be so hot that you wanna ride him like that

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song heheh

*added to the friend group*

you have a leash for him to remiend him his place. your bitch

walk him like a dog sis

he's the one who thinks only with his heart. he may have a smol brain but he has a huge heart

and in the end of the day that's what you love the most

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lewisainz · 11 months

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omg ... hi 👉👈 thank u for the tag @xiaoluclair what era are we entering rn

1: are you named after anyone? my real name is what my dad would’ve been named if he had been born a daughter, so sort of LOL

2: when was the last time you cried? literally last night, and i will cry again tonight when i lie down for my daily unendurable watch of brocedes tiktoks

3: do you have kids? no but i like to call myself a milf anyway cuz its a mindset <3

4: do you use sarcasm a lot? yes it’s how i flirt & charm my way into being unsettling but unforgettable

5: what sports do you play/have you played? i hate sports, so literally only equestrian disciplines akskdslds </3 i’ve done western riding, dressage, jumping, but my new/current horse is like barely trained under saddle so we just vibe

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? their hair tbh

7: scary movies or happy endings? i do love horror movies but lately they’re all SO fucking boring

8: any special talents? being cringefail And being really good at overwatch. i’ve also witnessed a murder

9: where were you born? in ur mom .

10: what are your hobbies? i like to ride horses and roleplay w/ my friends :3 i have anxiety so i don’t do much. i barely talk to anyone on here. i convince myself everyone hates me. my hobby is oversharing . i also collect cinnamoroll plushies (swag +2)

11: do you have any pets? i have 3 cats, a dog, and a horse, and my mutuals

12: how tall are you? 5′3″ babieeeee lets go

13: fave subject in school? ngl other than math i was really good at everything in school i’ll have u know i never lost my 4.0 gpa ONCE

14: dream job? being a wag

15: eye colour? dark brown and i specifically remember my 8th grade teacher staring at me one time and going “your eyes are black did you know they say people with black eyes can truly look into other people’s souls” and i’ve never recovered

i had a moment of weakness originally if you saw me beign pathetic here no u didn’t i was not myself i’m fighting demons. ANYWAY: i’m tagging whoever sees this cuz i’m nervous. i have a rash now and my heart is racing or whatever eminem said.

#tag games are like enrichment to me as i sit in my little enclosure 💖💖#.rambles

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abernant · 1 year

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hihihiii . since i got to tell u abt enstars do u wanna talk abt oxenfree since all i know abt it is that someone has blue hair and pronouns

I WOULD TY MWAH KISSING YOU ok so . blue hair & pronouns is the protagonist her names alex the game opens with her on a boat trip w her childhood friend ren + her recently acquired stepbrother jonas to edwards island 4 a yearly quote unquote bash on the beach that ppl do but literally no one else went except them + two girls (nona and clarissa) and since they caught the last ferry theyre stuck together 4 the night on an essentially deserted island . FUN . neways we learn through exposition that a) throughout the years ppl have reported freaky shit involving caves on the beach with radio frequencies & they brought a radio 2 test them out and b) the islands oldest living resident (maggie adler) died about three days prior to their visit and c) there was a military submarine called the kanaloa that was sunk in wwii that killed 97 people inside OKAY . moving on . theyre playing truth or slap (truth or dare but no dares and u get 2 slap some1 if they lie) stuff happens ren has a crush on nona etc etc clarissa chooses 2 be a cunt and ask why alexs parents divorced & we learn that alex had a brother named michael who died + throughout other flashbacks in the game we see that clarissa and michael were dating, he drowned on a lake trip with alex who was unable to help since she cant swim & clarissa blames her 4 his death its a whole thing they make me insane MOVING ON . CAVES in the caves you do some radio signal bullshit BAM theres . some fucked up floating triangle that speaks in radio voice clips . & is kind of possessing them as vessels . occasionally theres time loops bc theyre trying 2 keep them there as long as possible 4 the possession 2 be successful . FUN ok the triangle is actually a dimensional rift connected 2 all of the people who died on aforementioned submarine that were separated from existence in a void outside of time and space theyre called the sunken okok shenanigans occur everyones on every corner of the island clarissa is the most posessed throughout & kills herself twice but dw shes fine ANYWAYS . after much plot they find maggie adlers plans 4 closing the rifts since she was part of the reason the submarine was sunk in the first place & had been studying them they have 2 cross over to the other side of the rift & tune the radio from there BUT while shes there the ghosts try 2 bargain with alex that theyll spare her & her friends if she lets them have clarissa therefore erasing her from existence & its either that or have that happen 2 Alex herself and then the ending is determined by the player there r several different endings & then at the end when alex is recounting how everything ended how ppl are doing after the island etc etc theres a glitch thing that happens whenever theres a time loop & she starts talking abt how she needs 2 catch the ferry and pick up jonas the whole game is a loop in itself WOO ok . anyways i loveeeee the characters in this game theyre so . teenagers & i love how like !! theyre all trapped by grief alex and clarissa are stuck in this endless antagonism bc thwyre both grieving the same person the sunken persist bc theyre grieving their own lives that were cut short & theres this scene at the end right b4 alex has 2 make the final choicethats just !!!!! the parallels !!!!!!!!! explodes !!!!!!!!!! uhhhh i love this game its 7yrs old now she is like a child to me . heartemoji

#asks #THIS IS PROBS SO INCOHERENT IT IS LATE & SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENS . BUT YEAH <3 #march

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slowdiived · 2 years

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Can I piggy back off of the ask where reader is concerned for Kurt over the kills but doesn't know he's the one doing them? What would happen if one day Kurt comes to readers w blodostains on his clothes and reader gets terribly worried? But reader is also very oblivious and it never occurs to them kurt could be the one doing it

kurt walked through his door, shocked to see you sitting in his bed waiting for him.

“hi!” you giggle, smiling bright.

“uh, hi,” he tries his hardest to yank off his jacket before you could tell anything was up.

what he didn’t take into account was the fact that the blood has soaked to his white t-shirt. he didn’t notice at first, just throwing his jacket into a pile of dirty clothes.

“what happened?” you jumped up, placing a hand right by the stain.

you could feel him recoil and try to back up, nervousness spreading through his face. you gave him a pleading look, your jaw wide open.

“it’s uh-it’s um,” he didn’t know what kind of lie to tell. “something uh, bad happened today. i need to take a shower.”

before you could say anything, he turned around and headed down the hallway to his bathroom. you had reached out for his wrist, but you were too slow. your hand stayed outreached for a moment in shock, your body tense and nervous.

you hoped he wasn’t hurt. poor baby was probably too nervous to tell you since you always hounded on him to be safe. you just sat back down, anxiety racing through your thoughts like a a hard mario kart game. your leg bounced as you started chewing your fingernails, a bad nervous habit.

you had let your thoughts fester for awhile until he walked in again, a towel wrapped around his waist. you checked your phone thinking it was weird he was out of the shower so fast. turned out it had been fifteen minutes of you thinking so hard that time nearly stopped. you look at him, your worry subsiding at the sight of his hairy chest and small abdomen.

he bent down to push all his dirty clothes at the bottom of the closet, then went to his dresser to pull out underwear and a hoodie.

“a passenger had a n-nose bleed from a con-concussion,” he knew it sounded like bullshit but it was all he could think of that wouldn’t have you sent over the edge. “he called a spree to get away f-from this guy who punched him. i helped c-clean him up.”

you sigh in relief, your hand over your heart.

“thank god, i thought someone hurt you,” you watched him get his boxers and hoodie on. “i thought you were too scared to tell me.”

“no,” he shrugged. “i’m just tired and grossed out from having a-some guy’s blood on me.”

he sits next to you and wraps his arms around your waist, looking at you with his deep chocolate eyes. his cheeks were pink and his hair damp.

“thanks for surprising me,” he kissed your lips. “it’s nice to see you after a long day.”

yeah, a long day of murdering.

“i missed you,” he kissed you again. “glad to kiss you.”

you tangled your hands in his hair and kept going in for more short kisses. you then kissed his cheek and nose u tik your phone buzzed in your pocket. you pulled away and he started kissing your cheek then trailing down your neck. you giggle as you check your phone, scrolling through notifications.

your friend had sent you a link so you clicked on it, curious but still giggling at kurt groping and mauling your neck. it was an article about three new victims found abandoned in a dumpster from the spree killer.

“wait stop,” you said with fear in your voice.

he pulled away and looked at your phone, his eyes wide as you had the article pulled up.

“he beat them to the point that they weren’t visible,” you looked at kurt with scared eyes. “kurt this is so horrible.”

“oh fuck,” he tried his best to play along. “w-what kind of a person would do that?”

“baby,” you kiss his cheek. “i think we should find you a new job.”

you turned off your phone and set it down next to you. he kept his arms around you and squeezed to make you feel close to him.

“i promise i’m going to be okay,” he kissed you again. “i’m never gonna be hurt baby.”

you just looked right up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“i’m just worried for you,” your eyes watered. “something about this just feels so off.”

he nodded and wiped away a stray tear.

“c’mon, let’s just lay here,” he pulled you down with him. “i don’t want to think about it right now.”

you nodded and just laid there with him, happy to be with him. you had him now, you needed to stop worrying that he is gonna die one day. you knew he had a gun in his glovebox for protection, but sometimes it wasn’t enough.

you just felt like everything was off.

#kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x reader #spree #spree movie #kurt kunkle x fem reader #joe keery #kurt kunkle/reader

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mlm-blues · 10 months

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for the mlm ask game: all of them. every single one

- @ollie-ollieoxenfree

ollie you absolute legend 🙏🏽 ty for this

do you enjoy playing with boys hair? 🐛

DUH boys' hair was made to be played with <3

2. whats your favourite eye colour? 🍑

brown bc. puppy dog eyes <3

3. whats a cute quirk that your crush/boyfriend has? 🥐

i dont have a crush or a bf (sick and twisted) </3

4. have you come out as mlm? if so, when? 🌸

uh yeah i guess? i mean ive always liked guys and then i came out as trans and then it was liking guys in a Gay way 👍🏽

5. do you prefer to have boys lie on your chest, shoulder or lap? 🌾

shoulderrr<3 or maybe my lap idk people dont lie on my lap that often :(

6. what music genre reminds you of boys?

what. i. i dont know. whatever sunset rollercoaster have got going on

7. do you prefer to play with tidy or messy hair? 🥟

i dont think it makes a difference tbh. hair is hair just let me play w it :)

8. are you gay or bi? 🏁

gay

9. who is your favourite mlm musician? 🥮

HMM LET ME THINK /s mika. next question

10. are you more sporty or arty, and do you prefer sporty or arty boys? 🍰

im a little bit of both tbh ive always been into sports and have done sports since i was younger but ive also done music since i was young so. both. and i dont have a preference, both are amazing<3

11. eboys or soft boys? 🥀

like. both? idk

12. what scent reminds you of boys? 🍄

citrus-y things :)

13. have you ever gotten a crush on one of your friends? 🍯

brother i do not get crushes (i dont think). i tried to convince myself i had a crush on one of my friends a couple years ago and like. yeah i had Zero feelings for that guy lmaoo

14. how long have you know you were mlm? ✨

i have always liked guys so. since i realised i was trans?

15. expose who you have a tumblr crush on 😳

no one . yet

16. talk about the guy that made you realise you like boys 🧩

uhh i dont think he made me realise i like boys but he was the first kind of. mlm experience i had. it was likeee 4 years ago now n it was an online thing... we just became very close friends and thennn didnt talk for 6 months. then he confessed that he had a crush on me and i panicked and left him on read for. a whole fucking month and that was the end of it :) im soooo good at this stuff can u tell

17. do you tend to like masculine, feminine or androgynous boys more? 🐚

any is good <3 i think maybe masc boys a little more but thats probably to do with the whole trans thing i got going on and myself wanting to look more masc etc etc. all is good <3

19. what makes you feel rejected from the mlm/lgbt community sometimes? 🌻

not being white lol. there is so much mlm Stuff that is just. white boys. and it's like. i dont rlly see myself here At All 👍🏽

20. who is your favourite fictional mlm? 🍃

speaking of white mlms. david rose <3 sc has been my special interest for yearsss and most of my mannerisms n stuff i have Stolen from david (i love how expressive he is with his hands and how he talks etc) and he's so funny <3

#asks #ollie-ollieoxenfree #i love to talk abt boys ok :)#mlm

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kpophubb · 2 years

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hi! i saw your last reblog and thought of leaving an ask ^^

i found this on pinterest and wanted to share it! which one is your favourite and u can match them w the enha boys!

im curious :00

heeeeellooo!! 😚🫶🏻 welcome!! Thanks for dropping by!! My fav definitely has to be the typewriter boys and the saltwater boys!🥹 suits my vibe soo soo much!! 🥰 now let’s associate enha with them!!

Heeseung: undoubtedly the pied piper boys cause now do I even have to explain how he’s got the prettiest pair of eyes of all? They sparkle like pearls and can draw anybody in from how pure and mesmerising they are! Hee always wears a watch too( that’s so attractive) and his smile is so heart melting, anybody would grow addicted. The whole thing about carrying a notebook can be so hee, you never know he might carry one and write songs in it in secret. Hee’s got an alluring aura that captivates people too. He has some characters of a type writer boy too cause I definitely see him as the romantic person who would text his lover love confessions at midnight. Would be up for domestic, silly and goofy moments with his girl that fills his soul! <3

Jay: hailstorm boys! Jay is definitely the classy reserved guy who loves this type of fashion with dark leather jackets and tall boots. The Enha members already say he’s their knowledge dictionary, and because he’s so inquisitive he loves to learn about everything around him. And finds a lot of confidence boost when people praise him for it. His eyes, oh, they definitely have a soul carving intensity in a way that he’s a deep feeler, a sensual person who can draw you inside his galaxies until you lose yourself.

Jake: the whole definition of typewriter boys is Jake. He’s warm and comforting like the sun, with a heart filled with love. Jake is obviously the type of person who will be so in love with his s/o that he’s gonna find her prettier than the moon and stars. He’s goofy, loves to go on silly little adventures holding hands with the girl he loves. He loves writing his handwritten letters for her because he thinks those contain more of his effort and love, and messy shy smiles is the definition of Jake’s smile. Late night random love confessions? Nothing could be more accurate than this. It’s his love language! He also has a bit of saltwater characteristics because as I said, he would love to be carefree and walk around barefoot on sand with his girl, give her piggy back rides and play with her on the beach water like happy little kids in love.

Sunoo: 100% saltwater boy. The playfulness and joyful nature in a relationship is so sunoo. Flip flops and endless laughter, you running your hands through his fluffy, soft hair. Is the type of person who thinks friendship is extremely valuable and will grow into best friends first. The one to appreciate nature and just lie on the roof with you at the end of the night, watching the night sky and the sunrise. Loves laughing with you at your silly little inner jokes and gives you piggy back rides only to tackle you in the sand later and find you adorable while at it. The one who falls in love with the little moments.

Niki : paintbrush boy! He’s a painter himself and he loves playing games too..but putting the name aside let’s look at the resemblance? Ni ki is the definition of a young and comforting teenage love. “Young love” where you lose yourself in feelings and find the whole world a magical place. He loves ruffling your hair, taking long and silent walks where you just bask in eachother’s presence and let it fill your souls. Touching and intertwining hands and passing on unsaid I love yous and messages of love. Mismatched socks and oversized outfits, because he was so excited to see you he couldn’t care less about what we wore. Random jokes to make you laugh, the sound that resonates to his inner core and brings him comfort. <3

Jungwon: citrus boy. Everything about jungwon and oversized hoodies is a go! Because he loves wearing oversized comfy hoodies and would love to see you wear one of his. Since he is a person who likes nature and likes to relax, I definitely see him as the type to enjoy the beauty of a morning. He likes wearing high top sneakers (esp if it’s matched with his someone) and since he’s a playful and soothing type of romantic person, I definitely see him walking on the concrete with no shoes on and just smiling from the feel of it. He has a few characters of a paintbrush boy, namely that he enjoys going on comforting long walks, the better if he gets to hold hands with his loved one and embrace her presence while at it. The type to definitely ruffle the hair of his s/o and find her so lovable.

Sunghoon: Aight this one is hard! Finding one criteria for sunghoon cause I feel like nth can exactly define him well here? Idk, he’s a bit of hailstorm boys, the one where he’s definitely one of those mysterious, attractive tsundere characters in a book with a smirk-slash-grin that make you swoon. He’d love making you laugh a lot like saltwater boys and enjoy long walks with you like paintbrush boy. I definitely see sunghoon as this kind of type- the kind of shy, introverted guy who seems cold from the outside, but when you get to know him you see how genuine he is and how much he’s capable of caring. Teases you playfully, tries every attempt to make you laugh, holds your hand when you’re cold and lends you his jacket, the type to show you through his actions and never words how much he cares.

#mia’s asks #engene 💌#I’m very sorry if it didn’t match your expectations tho…😭 I’m a little too drained to think today #thank you for dropping by <33 #I appreciate your interaction 🥺

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mazisetsa · 2 years

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The journey to Doma was hard, Mazi stumbled every now and again, her mind playing through all of the possible scenarios that could happen once her and Naja arrived at the location where her torment had started. She let out a sigh looking at the red hair miqo’te in front of her, how upset would she be? She’d ask once safely in Kugane, she had decided as they walked towards the boat that this would be for the best. She just hoped Naja would see it that way.

Once in Kugane, sat on one of the many benches littered throughout the entrance she turned to Naja letting out a deep breath “N-Naja, t-two things'' she mumbled sitting up straight, she moved her bag from her side to her lap, searching through it to find the tin she had been so kindly given, “F-First, I-I want you to have one o-of these, j-just to be e-extra safe.” she paused holding out her hand with one of the potion filled capsules in it.

"...You suuuuure, Mazi? W-what if I drop theeem or lose them?" Naja held the capsule in her hands like she would handle a small bird or something very precious but fragile. She shook her hand and nodded, looking Mazi in the eyes. "Nooope, won't do that..it's important, like you are Maaaazi.."

“An-And…” she cleared her throat, nodding and glancing at her anxiously. It was now or never. “I-I’m… n-not going t-to be taking o-one right away. I-I want answers N-Naja, I-I w-want t-to know why h-he did this t-to me. I-I w-want t-to know i-if i-it’s p-possible f-for me t-to eat normal p-people f-food w-without t-the e-extra h-hassle….I-I w-want t-to know i-if my e-eye w-will ever g-go back t-to normal, a-and w-why t-those t-tattoos showed u-up l-last night.” she rambled trying her best to explain herself and her thoughts to her best friend. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but the idea of answers to all of her questions pushed at her mind constantly. If she did kill him, she’d never have them.

Naja looked at Mazi with a mix of wonder and fear. "...Maaazi, you don't gotta be so braaave..but..okay...I'll maaake sure..I'll maake suuure..."

She nodded and reached into her bag again, a lump formed in her throat as she took out a vial of golden liquid. She held it out to Naja to also take “I-If… th-things take a turn f-for the worse, make me drink this. I-I t-trust your j-judgment.” she mumbled blinking. She trusted Naja with her life, it was no lie.

Naja remembered what Doku had said about the potion and sniffled. "...Mhmmm...not gonna let you faaall...not even a sliiiip....Naja will be there."

She nodded, tears were threatening to spill, she was terrified. The thought of letting her tormentor into her body again and him winning the fight made her entire body shake “N-No m-matter w-what I-I’ll f-fight. N-Need m-more g-grand schemes…” she sniffled and trailed off forcing a shaky smile onto her face.

Naja put a hand on Mazi's head. "...J-just like yoou trust me Mazi...I truuust you, okay? You're suuuuper brave, suuuuper strong...an-an-and we'll be able to haaave more schemes and...eat all kindsa tasty food...and..everything best friiiends do together."

Mazi had nodded letting out a deep sigh “L-Let’s g-get th-this o-over with s-so we c-can g-go back.” her voice had gotten stronger as she stood adjusting her bag so it was resting securely on her side.

After this they had been quiet, Mazi’s thoughts racing as they both headed for Doma, to the collapsed remnants of what used to be her own personal living hell. Doma was still as she had remembered it, the remnants of old Garlean bases and structures still looming in the not so great distance. But people seemed to be doing well for themselves and thankfully the tigers and other wilderness had left them well enough alone. By the time they had gotten to their destination it had fallen to dusk.

“R-Remember N-Naja, h-he has t-to bite me i-in or-order to p-possess m-me,” she whispered softly hiding behind what looked to be a newly built hut “N-No m-matter what h-he does…y-you h-have t-to st-stay here un-until N-Niseh c-collapses t-to the g-ground.” She had tried to keep her voice steady and put on a brave face.

"...I.." Naja lowered her head, clenching her fists. A moment passed and Naja looked up, giving Mazi a big grin. "I woooon't mess it up Maaaazi..gotta maaake sure this happens...so...you can be the Maaazi you wanna be."

She nodded, forcing a shaky smile onto her face “I-I t-trust y-you N-Naja, t-the o-other h-half to o-our sh-shared b-brain c-cell.” she snickered “B-Be b-back s-soon o-okay?”

"Baaack soon..mhmm..then we can go hooome..and do all that stuff...with a new frieeeend." Naja tried to laugh but only a little noise came out. "Love you, Maaazi."

Mazi blinked back the new wave of tears threatening to spill “L-Love y-you t-too N-Naja...” she whispered. She could feel her heart shattering at Naja’s reactions. She didn’t want to make anyone else sad. But she needed to focus. Mazi steeled herself, turning her back to Naja and walking towards the pile of rubble that still lay there. Memories had flashed through her mind with each step she had taken and she had tried her best to let it fuel the hatred and not the fear. She had to be strong.

“Well, well, well…” a new voice called out ringing through the deadly silence in the eves air “...look who finally decided to come out of hiding.” Mazi inhaled sharply, her eyes pinning themselves on the new figure appearing from on top of the rubble. “Took you long enough, little devil.” the new voice had sneered. Mazi’s feet carried her a few yalms away, keeping her distance for now she eyed Niseh - No, The man in the mask warily.

“W-What d-do you w-want?” she called out, cursing the shakiness in her own voice, her arms crossed close to her chest for some sort of comfort.

“Tsk. Tsk.” he sneered glaring at her. Her fur stood up on end, she remembered that glare. Every time something didn’t go his way, every time a punishment was in order. “That’s no way to talk to me, I thought I had that beaten out of you.”

“I-I’m n-not the sc-scared f-fox I-I w-was.” she mutters back “W-What d-do you w-want?” she tried again. This was fine. He wasn’t doing anything yet, she had time. Or so she thought, she moved to take a step back, watching as he moved Niseh’s body towards her. Hopping down off of the pile of rubble, Mazi could see the raised eyebrow the closer they came to her.

“Clearly your freedom has made you disobedient.” he scoffed “Easily fixed.” Mazi let out a gasp as another wave of dizziness washed over her. Not now. She couldn’t stop her body from falling closer to the ground, luckily she was able to catch herself, partially. Her right hand reached up to try and quell the dizziness. This wasn’t the damn time for more problems and now she had a disadvantage - She was kneeling in front of the bastard, down on one knee.

“Curious….” The man in the mask had trailed off watching the display in front of them “...the seals placed on you are fading, that means my time is running out.” he muttered thoughtfully. Mazi glared standing “Y-You p-put those m-marks o-on me?! W-Why?!”

Niseh let out a sigh pondering over the little fox below her “Because…little fox, you would be too strong without them, too uncontrollable, defiant…” he trailed off seething as he leaned down “and you’d remember everything. I can’t have that little fox. Now.” Mazi was at a loss for words as she glared daggers at him, her claws grew as she let out a hiss but she didn’t move. She wouldn’t hurt Niseh and they both knew it.

She couldn’t help the squeak that left her as Niseh’s left hand wrapped itself around Mazi’s neck, her hands were instantly on theirs trying and failing to pull it away as she was lifted slightly off of the ground. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage in fear as she glanced towards the other hut, she hated this. Her ears pinned themselves to her head “It’s time for a new vessel little devil” he muttered in Mazi’s ear her right hand reaching up to discard the mask on to the ground “Niseh will be fine, she was nothing more of a tool to get to the true prize.” he chuckled, tilting Mazi’s head to the side.

“Still so weak and pitiful, you truly haven’t learned anything.” he taunted, leaning down. He wasted no time biting Mazi and Mazi let out a whimper in fear as the all too familiar tingling sensation slithered its way into her mind. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay in control, she would prove the bastard wrong.

“Tsk. Futile little fox” a deep voice rumbled from the depths of her mind “you have no chance of stopping me.” she felt the warmth of Niseh’s body leave her back as they both fell to the ground. Mazi down on one knee, Niseh unconscious on the ground behind her. Mazi clutched her head breathing heavily as she tried her damnedest to stay in control there was no way in hell she was going to let him win this fight. A pair of familiar boots appeared to stand in front of her. They stayed there in silence. Mazi fighting the onslaught of names the man in the mask continued to throw at her. Trying his damnedest to find some crack in her thought to be weak defenses.

“You can’t do this forever, you will slip…” he had seethed as Niseh started to stir, letting out a groan from beside her “and when you do I’ll kill everyone you love.” it echoed through her mind and she couldn’t wait to get her answers to kill him for good. To be done with such a waste of aether it was going to be bittersweet and she’d enjoy every damn second of it. “Y-You w-won’t t-touch th-them, o-over m-my dead b-body.” she had gritted back at him, outloud.

Niseh had awoken a few minutes after letting out a startled gasp as she looked between Mazi and Naja “...he’s…gone…?” her brows furrowed as she watched the two of them carefully. Mazi shook her head groaning as he had sneered another threat at her “I-In m-my head…” she gritted out standing on shaky legs. “C-Can y-you st-stand?” she questioned hesitantly.

Niseh nodded a worried expression coating her face as she looked over at her adopted sister “Most likely?” it had come out as a question as she moved to stand on her own two legs for the first time in months. Her limbs felt heavy, but she managed as the three of them headed back towards Kugane “Where are we headed?” she asked curiously.

“Homeless are we little fox?” the man had sneered chuckling in Mazi’s mind again, she had had a permanent sour expression on her face the entire way back. “D-Don’t kn-know.”

"Mmm..gotta plaaaaaace...not the niceeeest...but it's better than nooothing." Naja muttered. "Buuut, it's kindaaaaa like hooome...at least when Maaazi visits." Mazi smiled, nodding she liked the progress Naja had made on her place, it felt comfy. “L-Long a-as th-there’s n-no b-baths in-involved.” she mumbled back teasingly “I’ll kill the redhead first.” he called in her mind again. That removed her smile, her fists clenching yet Mazi was quick to cover it up. They made the trek back to Naja’s quietly, the man didn’t stop the entire way and Mazi for the first time in weeks felt exhausted. At the front gates of Naja’s place she had collapsed, the world around her fading out as everything went dark.

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jakekiszkasgiggle · 2 years

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To the ends of the earth…

Sammy x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, 420, language

This fic is based off of this ask I received - platonic cuddling w/ Sam (his head in your lap or something) and then u absentmindedly begin playing with his hair until you realize what you're doing and stop and then he takes your hands and puts them back on his head, asking why u stopped.

It’s the end of another looong and stressful work week. Friday night and your wild plans are to get in pjs as soon as you walk in the door to your apartment. You’re so tired you can’t even think straight at this point. So the thought of going out with friends tonight was completely out of the question.

You were excited to do nothing but get comfortable on your couch, drink some wine and watch your favorite comfort movies. You finally had a day off tomorrow after working 6 days straight and you were going to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing.

Your best friend Sam knows how stressed out you’ve been. He had plans on going to some party his brothers invited him too but he called you up and said he’s coming to hangout with you instead.

You grab your phone to send a text to sam telling him not to come over. You didn’t want him to miss out on a good time just because you’re tired and miserable.

Y/N - “Sammy please, go have fun tonight. It’s Friday. Have a shot for me”

Sammy - “Y/N, I’d rather hangout with you. Plus im looking forward to watching the same movie for the 6th time this month ;)”

Y/N - “Sam seriously, it’s no big deal. I’ll be ok I promise”

Sammy -“You’re my best friend y/n, and it’s my responsibility to make you feel better, I’m not taking no for an answer so you better let me in.”

Y/N - “Ughhh ok Sam fine. But don’t be mad at me when your friends are out having fun and you’re here bored with me.

Y/N - “Where are you anyway?”

Sammy - “At your door. Can you let me in already, it’s freezing.”

Y/N - “SAM you’re already here???”

Sammy - “Yes. Now let me in”

🌙 🌙

You and Sam have been friends since you were 5 years old. He’s always been the one to make you laugh when you’re sad, listen to you vent when you’re mad, make you step out of your comfort zone and try new things when you’re scared… He knows you better than anyone in the world. You don’t know what you’d do without him.

Friends and family have always made comments about you two being more than friends one day. You both always tell them there’s no way, you two are best friends. That’s the way it’s always been and the way it’ll be forever.

You can’t say you necessarily blame people for thinking there was something more going on between the two of you. You and Sam are super close. But not in a romantic way. It was all completely platonic.

You rip the covers off of you and stand up from the comfy corner of your couch to let sam inside. As you open the door he’s standing there with a giant goofy smile, a case of white claws and a bunch of your favorite snacks in hand. You playfully hit his chest and laugh

“Sam you’re so soft. Can’t go a day without your bestie, huh??” You say teasingly

“You know I can’t Y/N. I wouldn’t want to miss the chance to tease you about these awful pajamas either.” He says with a shit eating grin

“What, you don’t like my matching pjs with the puppy’s all over them??”

“Ok, I can’t lie. They are really cute.”

A light pink blush forms at the top of your cheeks for a moment. You turn around to make your way back to the comfy warm embrace of your couch and all the pillows you brought out from your bedroom.

As you and sam get comfy on the couch he starts to ask you about your day. Which is the last thing you want to talk about right now because you already know what he’s going to say. The reason work is so stressful right now is because you signed up to take on as many shifts as possible. Needing all the overtime you could get. As soon as you get home from work you’re already getting your uniform ready for the next day and heading to bed. Waking up super early the next day just to do it all over again.

Sam’s band is set to go on tour soon. You wanted nothing more than to be there and support him. You already bought tickets to the shows in Michigan with no issue. However you really wanted to be there for him at their show in England. It was supposed to be a huge deal. It’s a major festival with some of the biggest artists headlining. This is the perfect opportunity for them to get their name out there. You know sam is just as nervous as he is excited about it. He tried to play it cool but you know him too well. In your heart you knew you HAD to be there for him. The only thing stopping you is that flights are over $1,000 and you certainly didn’t have that type of money to spend right now. Which is why you’ve been working more than you’ve been home. you asked your boss about a month ago to give you as much overtime as possible. But now they’re just simply taking advantage of you. Texting you on your only day off telling you they need you there in 5 minutes because it’s extremely busy and someone called out. Having you work an 8am-8pm shift only to have you come back the next day and do the same thing. 6-7 days a week. They knew you were vulnerable and desperate for the money, so they used it to their advantage. It was driving you insane. When you were home you couldn’t even sleep because you couldn’t get your brain to stop thinking about work.

So here you are on a Friday night, sleep deprived, stressed and feeling like at any moment you could break. You weren’t even sure if all this hard work was going to be enough to afford this flight which was making you even more stressed.

Suddenly sam breaks you out of your deep thought. In a voice so soft like he was scared he’d break you if he spoke any louder, he whispers

“Y/N you know, you can stop working so much. I told you I got you. You don’t have to worry about it. Let me fly my best friend out to see me. I don’t want you killing yourself for me. you can stay with me and the guys in our hotel, you know they won’t care.”

He’s staring at you with those darn big brown eyes, like a hurt puppy, waiting for your response. Those damn eyes. He could get you to do anything with a simple glance in your direction.

“Sammy, I want to support you. I wanna be able to come see you, and pay for my own. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. I’m fine sam, really. It won’t be for much longer. I’ve survived worse.”

You didn’t even believe yourself so you know Sammy saw right through it. He also knows just how stubborn you are.

He knew he wasn’t going to convince you that him covering your flight was no big deal. So he drops it for now and decides to get back to focusing on making you relax instead.

“Okay, okay fine. Hey… I brought the good stuff” sam says as he wiggles his eyebrows at you

“I know Sam. I could smell it as soon as I opened the door you absolute pot head”

“You wanna smoke with me or not love?”

“… light up”

Sam throws his head back and let’s out an obnoxiously loud “stoner laugh” at your reply. He gets comfortable next to you by bringing his legs up and sitting with them crisscross on your couch. He starts rolling up the joint as you search for a movie on Netflix. The scent is so strong you feel like you could get stoned off the smell alone. As you burrow yourself further into your comforter sam lights the joint and takes a few hits to start it off. You watch as his plump lips wrap around the joint and your eyes travel down to watch the way his jaw flexes as he inhales. You’ve always admired how beautiful he is. You can’t help but notice the way the dim light in your living room illuminates his perfectly shaped cheek bones and sharp jawline. He’s sitting so close to you that your shoulders are touching so he doesn’t have to reach very far to pass you the joint. Before he does he turns his head and slowly blows out all the smoke he was holding in directly in your face and laughs teasingly. You roll your eyes at him and grab the joint from his fingers. Your hands lightly brushing against his as you take it from his grasp. You don’t know if it’s just in your head or what but you immediately feel a little better after you take your first hit. You and him pass the joint back and forth until it’s down to a little shrub and he opens your front door to throw it in the grass.

“I brought your favorite snacks too”

“Oooo grapes or Doritos??”

“You are so strange. I love it… But I brought both”

You’re a little high so you can’t help how excited you get when he pulls the big bag of grapes out and sets it on the coffee table in front of you.

“I already washed them before I came over”

“Thank god because I can’t imagine getting up right now. I’m fully glued to this couch” you say as you giggle a little too loud

You take a couple of grapes and pop them in your mouth. Your taste buds feel like they’re exploding. It’s been a while since you’ve been high so you forgot just how good everything tastes once you’re stoned. You’re still holding a few grapes in your hand when sam plucks one from your fingers and reaches forward to hold it up to your mouth so he can feed it to you. Sams holding it by the little vine at the top, so you open your mouth for him and bite the grape and pull. Leaving Sam with the vine in between his fingers. Giggling as you start to chew. You notice he’s looking at you differently. You can’t quite put your finger on it. After a few moments of you two just looking at each other - probably because you’re both high as hell, he breaks eye contact and grabs a hand full of grapes for himself.

You laugh at him as he shoves a bunch in his mouth all at once.

“Sammy slow down, you’re gonna choke and I’ve never done the heimlich before!!

With a mouth full of grapes he replies “don’t tell me what to do, love”

When he’s finished chewing he sets his head comfortably in your lap. Which is how you two usually end up cuddling while watching movies together.

“You smell good… like butterflies.”

“Sammy what do butterflies even smell like”

“I dunno. They smell, … pretty. Like a field of daisies and butterflies. That’s exactly how you smell.”

You’re not sure what to say so you hum in response. You feel your high completely wash over you. You feel so happy and relaxed in this moment, there’s nothing that could possibly make you move out of this spot. Without thinking about it, you reach down and start to run your fingers through Sammy’s long brown hair. You like the way it feels so smooth in your hands so you keep doing it. You get completely lost in what you’re doing as you lightly scratch his scalp with your nails and he lets out a satisfied sigh which snaps you out of your trance. In a panic you remove your hands from his hair and completely freeze realizing what you’ve been doing for the last 5 minutes or so. A deep red blush quickly begins to spread across your face from embarrassment. You’re so glad he can’t see your face right now. You wonder how you could possibly play this off when suddenly he lets out another long sigh and says “mmmmh Y/N, why’d you stopppp. That felt so good”. His voice is a little deep and raspy from his high. He reaches behind him looking for your hand. Grabbing it and placing it back in his hair to prompt you to keep going. Your heart rate picks up and you suddenly feel butterflies in your stomach. You try your best to calm your nerves and pretend like you’re not completely freaking out over something as simple as playing with his hair. His hair… his adorable long brown hair that flips up at the ends and shines in the sun light. Sammy stirs in your lap and you snap out of your thought.

“Y/N… I wanna ask you something” he says quietly. Nerves evident in his tone.

“Yeah Sammy?”

He rolls over to face you. His head still in your lap.

He starts to play with the strings on your pajama bottoms nervously as he talks. Lightly pulling at them and tying them, just to untie them again.

“Y/N, I- I want you with me”

“Sammy, what do you mean?”

“I just… god. Ugh, how do I word this...”

“Sam, talk to me”

“Y/N… I can’t go this long without seeing you again. Tour is 3 months long. I can’t go that long without- without this. Being with you.”

“Sammy I’m coming to all the Michigan shows and you know I’m going to do everything I can to come to the england show too. You know id do anything to support you sam, right?”

“Y/N… thats- that’s not it… Y/N I’ll miss you too much”

“Sam-“

“Y/N listen, I talked to the guys and our manager about it. I want you to come with me.”

“You want me to come on tour with you??”

“Yes. You’d have your own space on the bus and hotel rooms in between. The guys are all okay with it. It’s just… last tour I was so sad without you there.”

“Sammy I would absolutely love to come with you. I’d follow you anywhere. To the ends of the earth. But I can’t leave for 3 months, I have to work and pay my rent somehow.”

“that’s what I talked to my manager about… We’ve been needing an assistant for a long time. We have someone who does our schedule and all that but we really need someone to keep track of it closely and remind us when we inevitably forget. We need someone to make sure we’re all on the same page and that we show up on time. You know us, we show up late to everything. I never really know where I am I just show up and hope for the best…” he huffs out a nervous laugh before continuing

“What I’m getting at is, I really want you with me and we really need an assistant- a good one. I think you would be really great at keeping us in line. You somehow kept me on track in high school anyway... You don’t have to do it Y/N. Please don’t feel pressured to drop everything and follow me. But, if you do everything would be covered. You don’t have to worry about flights, tickets or hotels. It’ll all be taken care of. Most importantly, you can finally tell your boss to F off like I’ve been wanting to for weeks.”

You take a moment to process everything he said before replying. Is that what you wanted? Will you regret giving up your job right now? You mentally slap yourself at the thought. You’ve been wanting to quit this job for months, and when Sam is gone you feel like a piece of you is missing. Like you’re really only partly present in the moment. Just waiting for him to get back. In high school the two of you always talked about traveling the world together. You even made a list of the places you’d go to first. Promising each other you’d check them off the list one day when you could afford it.

You realize this is your chance to travel with Sam and you don’t know if you’ll ever get another opportunity like this again.

You breathe out a simple “yyyes”

“Yes?”

“YES. Yes sammy. Yes, I want to go with you!!” You say excitedly with a giant smile on your face.

“You will??? Are you sure? Please don’t do it just for me. I don’t want you to end up hating me because you left what you had here”

“Sammy I’m not doing it just for you. I’m saying yes because I want to. I wanna be with you too, Sam. I want to see the world with you just like we always said we would. I want to tell my boss to F off. All of it. I want all of it Sammy. Everything you said. I’m in”

He jumps up from his spot to wrap you in the tightest possible hug he could manage. He’s squeezing you so hard it takes your breath away and partially lifts you off of the couch.

He holds you in his arms for a few moments. When he finally pulls away he looks you in the eyes and says

“I love you Y/N”

To be continued…

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #marvel #mcu #avengers imagine

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luckylightningbolts · 3 years

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eri and shinsou are siblings in the aizawa household and you can't tell me otherwise

anyway, it took eri a Hot Minute to warm up to shinsou bc. yknow. trauma™️. but once she was comfortable around him, she became the clingy child that she never got a chance to be. eri is almost like a cat; the minute shinsou sits down anywhere, she's at his side and snuggling into him

sometimes she'll ask to sleep with him due to nightmares and she stays glued to him all night

shinsou "i'm not here to make friends" hitoshi, not really used to being touched, let alone receiving physical affection, is Softened by her and she helps get him accustomed to the concept of others being in his personal space and being touchy

which is really helpful once kaminari fucking denki comes along

kaminari is handsy. like really fucking handsy. not just in relation to people, though. he's always playing with something or drawing senseless doodles because it gives him something to do and he needs the stimulation

when it comes to his friends, he is a slut for physical attention. he'll put his head on their shoulders, hold their hands, put his arm around their shoulders, give them constant hugs, etc. when his friends allow him to do this, it makes him feel validated/accepted

so u can imagine the euphoria when a certain purple haired motherfucker, who has already caught the attention of kami, transfers into class A and doesn't shrug him off whenever he does any of the above gestures. kami, being the bi disaster that he is, unconsciously does those things more often w shinsou without realizing it and then tells an obvious lie: "nO, i don't LiKE shinsou-- i MEAN i LIKE him but it's not like i liKe him in a GaY waY"

shinsou (having grown fond of kami by this point) is tired of noticing the way his classmates look at the two of them whenever they're even in the vicinity of each other. he also notices that kami, similar to eri, is glued to him any time he's able to be (guys is it gay to cuddle ur homie)

shinsou asks him out and kami is so shocked (haha get it) that he deadass short circuits, but obviously says yes once he isn't 👍👁👄👁👍

kami gets to go to his house sometimes and becomes bffs with eri bc let's face it, he would totally be bffs with eri

but now he has competition!!!!

mom said it's my turn on the shinsou

now, since neither one knows how to not be affectionate, shinsou has two (metaphorical) cats by him at all times whenever he's home

it's not uncommon to see the three of them passed out on the living room couch with shinsou laying on his back and eri and kami on either side of him

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #bnha eri #eri bnha #eri #shinsou and eri are aizawas #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #shinkami #kamishin

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years

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Request - Could you do a relationship alphabet Lilith Clawthorne

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Lilith finds you attractive of how you are different and have confidence. She feels comfortable around you but she loves your eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

You and Lilith haven't talked about it.

C = Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle)

At first, she wasn't used to the affections you showed. In time, she starts to like it, when you lie in bed with her then she would want to cuddle.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

You and Lilith would be a nervous wreck. Trying to impress each other in every way, would be awkward at first.

E = Everything (You are my ____)

You are my world.

Lilith would protect you from anyone. If you're hurt, she would take care of you and use magic to heal you. She never wants to lose you.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

At first, Lilith won't admit that she loves you. She has never been in love, it would feel strange at first. She thought that she isn't meant for love, but you proved her wrong.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle with you?)

You and Lilith are always gentle with each other. Showing each other affection and spending time together.

No matter what Lilith would try to make time for you. She feels special when you surprise her with a romantic dinner.

H = Hands (Do they like to hold hands? If so how?)

Lilith would feel shy and would hesitate to hold your hand. When she first held your hand, she started to blush when you smiled. She likes the feeling of holding hands.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

You and Lilith didn't get along. Because of Hooty, you and Lilith started to become friends then lovers.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, Lilith would get jealous when someone would flirt with you or you spending too much time with someone else.

K = Kiss ( How do they kiss? Who kissed who first?)

You would kiss her first, she would kiss you back.

The first kiss was during the night.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first)

You would say it first. But it takes time for Lilith to say it back and she would mean it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married?)

Yes, Lilith would want to get married. Hooty and Eda would give hints that Lilith would want to get married.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

You and Lilith would spoil each other with gifts. Luz would help Lilith make handmade love cards for you.

O = Open (When would they start to open up to you? How long does it take?)

It would take a while for Lilith to open up to you. She would think that you would judge her because of the bad things she did in the past.

When she does open up, you don't judge her. She didn't judge you when you opened up to her. You and Lilith trust each other with secrets.

P = Pet Names (What pet names do they use? What pet names do you use?)

Lilith calls ‘my love’ and you call Lilith ‘sweetie or my love’

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

Lilith would like to bake you food that isn't modern.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Lilith would love to cuddle with you and have a movie marathon and eat snacks.

S = Sad (How do they cheer you up?)

Lilith would ask Hooty for help to cheer you up. They would try hard to make you smile.

When she is sad, you would do anything to make her smile. Hooty would try to make her smile too.

T = Talking (What do you talk about?)

You and Lilith would talk about anything.

U = Understanding (How well do you understand each other)

Body language, you and Lilith would know what is going on with each other.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

When you give her a gift, Lilith likes to show it to everyone and she would smile more.

W = Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon?)

When you sleep in with Lilith, she doesn't let go when she cuddles with you.

She loves it when you play with her hair when you cuddle with her.

X = Xylophone (What’s your song)

peachy! - falling for u feat. Mxmtoon

Y = Yearning (How do they react when you have to leave them for a while?)

Lilith will miss you badly. She would worry about your health and safety. When you come back, she won't leave your side because she wants to spend time with you and just you.

Z = Zebra (If you two got a pet, what would you get?)

It would probably be a cat.

#the owl house imagine #the owl house fanfiction #lilith clawthorne #Lilith Clawthorne x reader #Lilith Clawthorne imagine #Lilith Clawthorne fanfic #relationship alphabet

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kelieah · 3 years

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can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): @dhtomholland : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff

edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr

a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests

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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.

There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.

“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.

You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”

Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.

“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.

“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare.

You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”

He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”

“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.

“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.

“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”

“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.

“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.

He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare. “Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms.

He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.

You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”

He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.

You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.

You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.

He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.

Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.

“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips.

Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.

“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.

You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.

He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.

“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.

“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.” “Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.

After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior.

You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.

Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.

Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”

“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.

You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”

He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”

“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.

He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin.

You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”

“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.

You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”

He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”

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shivada-jade · 3 years

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codename: vind

older sibling!reader

characters: diluc, kaeya ➡ mentions: adelinde, crepus, la signora warning(s): alcohol consumption, swearing, and because for some reason, older siblings tend to be shorter than younger siblings. iDK WHY but ugh, yeah you're shorter than diluc and kaeya bc you're the older sibling. ik, i hate it too

like, i wanna be a tall 6'2 woman

diluc's 5'10 so u can still be tall in the story.. just not 5'11 😢 sorry over 5'10 folks

➡ WRITTEN BEFORE 2.1 so uhh :D

notes: platonic w diluc and kaeya, duh bc ur the older sibling. sibling love!!! sibling love !! woop woop !

"Dad, I'm home!" You bellow out to the house, waving a polite hello to Adelinde who looked shocked to see you. You kick off your shoes and slide your way to the long table in the living room, swiftly grabbing an apple before heading upstairs.

Your hands graze the railings and make your way up to find your dad. Upon reaching the last flight of steps, you were suspicious with how the place was very quiet. Granted, your younger brothers are now adults, but it still felt too quiet. Maybe you expected to see your brothers playing a game of chess, maybe bickering and fencing. You were hoping to see your family after being away.

You were a part of the Fatui under the Mondstadt branch. It was and at the same time wasn't a choice to be roped into the Fatui. You got roped into the wrong group of friends and found yourself blackmailed by the infamous group.

You didn't want to join. You didn't want any of it. You've been disconnected from the world. Wiped out from the face of Earth. No one gave information to you, you couldn't learn anything about what's happening currently. The most you could do was send letters, but even those were difficult to send out. You had to do it in secrecy or you'd be in trouble.

Love, the better sibling,

[Y/N]

Or another common send off is:

Please write back soon,

[Y/N]

And your family never failed to send back letters. They asked what you're doing, where you are and how are you, still you never told them your occupation, fearful of what they would think and where your loyalties lie, so you told them you were working under an adventurer.

It's for the greater good. You remember trying to convince yourself.

You're a horrible person.

You were sixteen then. Your younger brothers were twelve. It's been 10 long years since you last saw them, and 6 years since you last received a letter back. You miss them dearly. You often wondered what sorts of adventures they did without you.

But why are you wondering about this? You knew what they did: you knew everything that happened.

You're living under a heavy burden.

"Dad?" You call out again. Maids and wine makers look aghast when they see you, and they're on the verge of fainting when you call out to your father.

Stop the act.

It's strange how the letters were suddenly cut off. The last letter you received was from Kaeya, telling you how you needed to come home straight away. You tried to, but the Fatui prevented you from doing so. A lady called La Signora supervised you directly to make sure you didn't leave.

You know...

Adelinde brushes the dust off her uniform and hurries up the stairs to catch up to you, "Dear, is that you [Y/N?]"

"Did you forget me that easily? I'm offended Miss Adelinde," you chided, but the teasing look in your eyes give Adelinde relief to know you aren't actually offended. "Miss, where's dad?"

You're sickening.

Adelinde takes one look at you and squeezes your shoulders with a smile, "I'm afraid that's not for me to say. Master Diluc should be able to-"

"Oh, where's Diluc and Kaeya?" You ponder, and the corners of your lips curl upwards. "Those two were always attached to the hip. Where are they now? Horseback riding at the vineyard? Ha! I-"

You glance at Adelinde's watery eyes and stop your babbling. "What's wrong Miss Adelinde?" You reach for her hands on your shoulders and hold them. "Ah, has father been making you work too hard? I can request him to lessen your load."

Adelinde shakes her head no. "You don't have a clue, do you? Oh," she sighs. "Please, rest yourself by the fireplace. I'll prepare tea for you." She rests her hands back at her side and scurries to the kitchen.

You frown, unsure why she's jumpy, but you follow her request and sit by the fireplace. The crackle of the fire contrasts the tense air you feel when maids brush past you, offering tea Adelinde made. You thank them, gently blowing on the drink.

After taking a sip, you place it down with a pinky to lessen the noise it makes on the table. You hear the door open, and the choruses of maids greeting someone.

"Welcome home, Master Diluc," you hear and other voices saying, "We've prepared a meal for you and your sibling, would you like to rest yourself?"

You peek from your chair, he obviously hadn't realized you yet.

Diluc's lips make a thin line and shrugs off his jacket, "Why is Kaeya visiting. Isn't he supposed to do his knightly duties?"

You have no clue why he says it like that. The venom in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You decide this is your cue to give him a warm welcome. You stand from your seat, and open your arms in a grand gesture and waltz to your brother. "Diluc! It's been a while huh?"

You clearly see him tense hearing your voice. His head snapped to your direction with his mouth parted. The maids respectively take their leave, bowing before they do so.

Diluc looks you up and down, still not believing you're there, like you're just his imagination. His hand slowly reaches out to you as if you're a dream.

Your feet lead you closer and you grasp him tightly in an embrace.

He freezes, but slowly relaxes in your hug, reluctantly bringing up his own arms to wrap around you. You feel his grip tightening, and you feel his shake out silent sobs. His face buries in your neck, letting tears fall on your clothes.

You soothe his back, and press a kiss on his hair. "I'm home, Diluc."

He trembles, pushing himself away to look at you clearly. Why hadn't you come home earlier? He wanted to vent, he wanted to yell, shout, he wanted to know how much he missed you in your absence.

He clears his throat and coughs in his fist. "You should have told me about your arrival," he adjusts the gloves on his hands, and looks to the floor like he did when he admitted he accidentally broke your toy when you were 10.

After these years, he still looks up to you as his older sibling. Not a thing has changed.

But you couldn't help but notice one thing. You knew Diluc and Kaeya had matured, you knew they would grow taller, but shit, now Diluc's taller than you.

"I sent a letter a month ago," you began. "It should have been sent to your office in the Favonius Headquarters? That's where I send my mail after you told me about your promotion to Cavalry Captain."

You squish his cheeks with both your hands. "Because I know you're a workaholic and only respond to letters that mean business, so that's where I sent it off to. You never write back, neither does Kaeya," you pause, thinking for a moment. "Neither does dad. Tell me he hasn't gotten sick that he couldn't respond to my letters."

Diluc lifts your hands off his face and frowns. He doesn't know how to break the news to you- not when you look so excited to be home and tell of your adventures to your family, so he asks, "Did you eat yet?"

You note the frown on his face. "'What's got you grumpy," you prod. "I need to find dad first. Told him in the first letter I gave him, I'd give the first gem I find."

Diluc watches you leave him to go to Crepus' room on the second floor. He hears the thuds on the floor and the opening of the door, but does nothing to stop you. You left with a smile, and you come back confused.

"Why is dad's room empty?"

How cruel.

...

Kaeya hums, passing by Flora's shop and purchasing a Calla Lily for the sake of it. He is well aware of the Fatui that stand by corners. Whispers of the wind give him intel, and so does alcohol apparently. He leans on a wall right outside Angel's Share, watching two Fatui members drink some of the tavern's strongest alcohol, imported from Snezhnaya.

"That damn," the one with the red and black mask hiccups, lifting a mug with foam overflowing. "Damn brat's gonna snitch on us to the Knights- *hiCC* boss lady wou- *HicC* would have our heads!"

Thankfully, their more responsible Fatui friend takes the mug and switches it with their drink, water. "You're the one who let Vindicta out of your sight when you know their frequencies to escape. This is all on you, buckaroo."

One of the Fatui escaped? How peculiar.

Kaeya hums, in steady strides he shows himself to the Fatui and takes a seat from another table and sits in front of the two. "My, my, my. If it isn't the wonderful Fatui," he divuldges. He twirls his Calla Lily around his fingers, amused with the Fatui's reactions.

Their mouths drop, knowing who he is and they hastily clean themselves up by sitting straight and wiping away the alcohol from their faces. "Good evening, sir."

"Evening to you too," he places the flower behind the person's ear, flustering them. "Well? Drink up. Everything you order will be on me."

The Fatui look at each other, skeptical with Kaeya's kindness, but the drunken one accepts the offer. Kaeya celebrates in the inside as he slowly gains Fatui intel.

Though, the second Fatui whom he dubbed the "Responsible One," took a while for them to take a sip. Turns out, they couldn't handle alcohol, that's why they avoided drinking it.

"So, my dear friends," he slides a coin on the table and stares both of them down. "A mora for your thoughts? I couldn't help but notice the tense of your shoulders when you first arrived here."

Responsible One raises their mug drunkenly, and gives a pointed look, "You... you know too much. How?..." They stare at their friend and whisper shout, "Don't tell him about Vind or-" They fail to continue their sentence and pass out on the table.

Kaeya feigns a surprised face and looks at Fatui number 2, "Who exactly is Vind? I'm sure you don't mean the storm watcher up at the cliff." He coats his voice with sugar, and it seems Fatui friend fell for his kindness.

"The damn brat," they spit out before hiccupping again. "Recruited them, fed them, saw potential, gave a home, and they escaped."

Kaeya nods and pushes another bottle of wine to the Fatui's direction, urging them to continue.

"Was supposed to be one of the Agents to spy on the *hiCc* to spy on the Ragnvindr family, because *HicC* Vind was one of the best there is. They were about to be promoted Harbinger after an assignment *hiCCUpp* but then Big Boss Lady said 'End the Ragnvindr legacy,' Vindicta left without a word. They escaped."

The Fatui downs another bottle of wine. "But judging from Boss Lady's reaction, Vind did the job: killed him and placed the blame on the Knights."

The Calvary Captain knits his brows and places his hands in front of him. It laced themselves and he watches the Fatui person empty out his wine.

"I'd be careful of what you say if I were you." His lone eye glints dangerously.

"End the legacy?" Kaeya frowns. "Can I ask..." He couldn't ask why or the Fatui would stop talking to him. "Can I ask when your beloved spy did their job?"

The Fatui waves a hand, "Six years ago. After they killed that damn aristocrat's father, they tried escaping. Big Boss supervised them under their watch. 'Potential' the Harbingers always say, but I don't see the potential in them if they don't have loyalties under the Fatui. A wild card, really."

They lay their cheek on the table. The temperature drops quite dangerously. Kaeya's diamond eye glints with coldness before it turns back to warmth.

"Rumours have it," the Fatui sighs, playing with his empty mug. "The training Vindicta went through is rougher, so we were hoping they would tie their loyalties to us. We let them explore once, and they escaped under my watch. Maybe it was their assignment to leave, maybe it's not, because Boss Lady was okay with it, she said 'Vindicta will always return in our hands.' when they first escaped, and surely enough they do return. But either way, I'm fucked for letting them go missing the third time of the week."

Kaeya laughs with no soul and quickly ends the lovely 'conversation.' He pushes himself from the table and stands, "Thank you for chatting with me, it's been interesting." He tucks in the chair and glances at the two Fatui dozing, or close to dozing off.

He swiftly turns away, scoffing when he's out of sight from people. Vindicta is a dangerous card. Not even the Fatui know where their loyalties side.

Vindicta. How peculiar indeed.

One of the best Fatui, which probably meant they were payed well with respect and mora, but why are they labeled as an escapee when they always return? With someone as dangerous as a Harbinger, who do they side with- the Fatui or something else?

Kaeya has a lot of questions.

...

Diluc sits on a cushioned chair and hunches over, resting his chin on his hands, thinking.

Always thinking.

The once lit fireplace is soaked with water he splashed over. The scent of burnt wood wafts nearby. The light chatter of maids go through one ear and leave the other.

How long had it been since he last saw you?

Eternity is his answer. It's been eternity since he last saw you.

He lets out a long sigh, throwing his head back and running a hand through his untied locks.

Too much thinking for today. Diluc groans in frustration and sits back up. He turns his head slightly, seeing you in the corner of his eyes taking out boxes of things you owned from 10 years before.

It doesn't make sense to him. Why come back so suddenly after years of not seeing you? Though, you claim you sent him letters, he never got them because he closed himself off from the Knights.

"Diluc," you set down a small picture of a family portrait you took out from hiding behind many books.

You are taking this oddly well.

You're taking this too well, in fact.

This raises a red flag for Diluc. He told you the fall out of your family, how he quit the Knights, but still you're going around the place like nothing had happened.

Don't you feel any rage? Or even sadness?

He sees too many red flags and hates it- from the way you can hide things like Kaeya so easily, to the way you just suddenly appear back in his life. It feels weird. It's not easy to let someone that in quick, yet you're still his role model, so it's okay, right?

He's always looked up to you when he was younger. You never were at a loss of words and stood up for him. You were the person he can turn to when something wrong happens, but what were you doing for yourself to be gone for so long? Adventuring Teyvat could not have taken ten whole years. Where did you even stay?

"Diluc," you crouch in front of him and talk to him as if he were six again. "I'm okay, okay?"

Diluc takes a shaky breath and sits up straight. His posture resembling a king's. "I have an idea, and I would like you to help me."

You look at him in awe. The realization settles in: Diluc has grown, and you're still stuck trying to make up the past.

"And what do I help you with?"

"Finding who's responsible for father's death."

notes: had this in my drafts for a long time and i was like "wait where was i going with this..." until BAM i have the idea again so im gonna continue it

(part 2)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader

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