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trigunsbbygirl · 1 year

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Reverse Isekai HCs with Vash

okay this WAS meant to just be realitively vague general headcannons but it kinda turned into giving Vash a good time after he's spent a lot of time learning about Earth

also got a bit sidetracked on some points😅

•he's very eager to learn practically everything about Earth!! he wants to know how the weather works, the different types of biomes and animals, the cultures and the foods, he watches every documentary and youtube video you show him very intently and eagerly:(<3 he's got the cutest face and reactions when he watches them

•he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning! Vash would be really happy even if you gave the most basic answer possible. he kinda looks up to you a lot for the more general information and helping to push him in the right direction for when he wants to learn something

•so start him off light, the basics! there's 7 continents, the different types of weather, biomes and land/waterforms and expand from there! how the biomes have certain weather patterns, the animals and plants you can find there and so on

•once he's used to navigating your computer and you've taught him internet safety and to avoid certain things, he's using it to learn all about whatever is on his mind that day. you'll come home from work or school and he'll run up to you and tell you all the stuff he learned about that day.

•he's really proud and excited about it all so please share at least a little bit of that excitement! even better, if you take the time to learn/refresh your mind with him! even if you're just in the same room with him, doing something else and only half paying attention, Vash is still really happy!

•also!! pls praise him!! it's not easy to be thrown onto a different planet(even if he does know a bit about it) and learn so many new things but he's trying his best!

•one day you came home with a box of donuts and explained that you asked for the next few days off so you and Vash could do whatever he wanted. you even saved up so if Vash wanted to travel to the next city or go someplace like the museum or an aquarium you could!

•at first Vash was really hesitant to accept this, like he felt guilty in a way? he also felt like he didn't really deserve it since he was just learning what every person has to learn in school.

•but after gentle reassurance Vash agrees, and he's actually pretty excited; it's been a while since he's properly hung out with you.

•after thinking over the suggestions you bring up, Vash decides he wants to try going to a spa and getting a pedicure and manicure. he's pretty hesitant to bring it up at first, doubt and insecurities rising in his mind. but Vash thinks about how you said that he deserves love, care and to treat himself. so he timidly asks if the spa would allow him to wear a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and if they could avoid certain areas during the massage.

•I like to think that during the pedimani, Vash asked for deep blue nail polish that shimmers in the light as a base. then he asks for different red flowers on each finger, except for the pinky, and the thumb being the more detailed one. the artist doing his nails even offers to make a set for his prosthetic.(ngl I wanna try to design what I have in mind msnms)(vash with makeup? just a side idea don't mind me)

•he's very in awe of how much detail you can fit onto such a small space, he can't stop staring at his and your nails. (he begs you to take a photo shoot with him showing off the nails)

•for the next day he wanted to go hiking up to a camping spot you had heard about from a friend.

•Vash takes every opportunity he can to go hiking with you! he's so enamored with the nature on earth. Vash may have heard a lot from Rem, seen grass, flowers and trees, but nothing beats actually seeing all the flora grow in its natural habitats!

•as you two are walking up the trail, Vash takes the time to admire the plants around him. he also carefully picks a leaf and/or flower and puts it into a flower press you had gifted him. (you also gave him a blank journal with it, explaining that he could create scientific pages that talked about each plant he finds or, he could make art with the stuff he pressed.

"that way no matter where you go, you'll always have a little piece of nature with you," you had told him. Vash doesn't want to read between the lines of what you had said.)

•Vash cherishes the book and already almost has it filled up. he found out about polaroids and bought one so he could put the pictures of each plant into the journal as well

•okay onto camping I got sidetracked hmnnrmb

•he offers to carry everything, if not most of the stuff up the trail, the sweetheart <3 but you kindly refuse the offer.(he insists on helping set up the tent and starting the fire though)

•once it's all set up, he's eagerly grabbing your phone and a pair of cheap microphones he found at a gift store.

•Vash doesn't care at all if you're singing is horrible or amazing in this moment, he just wants you to have as much fun as during your little karaoke/concert! be as loud as your heart desires too! hardly anyone comes to the campsite your at.

•and yes, Vash absolutely makes you dance with him! even if it's just you wiggling your body around or just jumping to the beat he's happy! if you're fine with it, he's gonna grab your hands and swing your arms around to the beat.

•does a solo and if the song has any innuendos in it he's doing the most exaggerated sexy movements. (if you've seen any of those dance videos where a person dances giving 10%, 100% and 1000%, he's the 1000% the dork<3)

does the same with songs like Bring Me to Life, exaggerated desperate movements and singing

•after the performance, Vash looks at you with the most serious face he can muster and ask "so, how was my performance?" (basically that one swimming anime dub,) you're glad you recorded the whole thing, and he's glad you're having such a good time<3

•if you give him a performance too he's clapping and cheering you on. he hopes you can't tell how entranced he is with you in that moment, even if you look like a total dork singing off key and doing the weirdest movements. give him a flirty gesture and he becomes a blushing mess.

•if you know any dances to a song, he's asking you to teach him. and he's a quick learner! he may not get it perfectly, but he gets the gist of it and is pretty proud of himself. lights up even more when you praise him

•not to be sad but a part of him wishes the others were here to experience all of this. he knows they would enjoy is so much:( but he doesn't dwell on it too much, the two of you are supposed to be having a fun night so

•anyways once you're tired from all the dancing and singing, Vash pulls out the hotdogs and makings for smores. (he knows how to toast the perfect marshmallow!)(ik this is about Vash, but Wolfwood would set marshmallows on fire until they're black and offer them around, shoving it into people's faces-)

•once you've both had your fill, you both get comfy in the tent. don't worry about being cold! he's a heater!(where was he when I was camping)

•you two talk about whatever comes to mind and eventually you ask what else he wants to do in the future, and he immediately brings up a tidepool documentary he watched earlier in the week. Vash was really curious about all the weird animals he saw, and yeah, you could definitely take him to the tidepools at the beach. that'll be exciting.

#trigun headcanons #trigun x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x you

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bonefall · 8 months

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Thinking about that one post about the 5000 year old teenager girl found buried with her collection of 180 sheep ankle bones but specifically the addition of how ankle bones were used as dice back then and she was a gamer.. what I'm getting at is: would clan cats make bone dice and Are They Gaming

First let me teach you a little bit about Knucklebones: The Game.

You probably know one of its variants better as Jacks, that game you play with a rubber ball and little metal spikes. There's a version of Knucklebones in nearly every culture, where the basic idea is to throw an object up in the air, pick up as many of the smaller objects as possible, and then catch the larger object before it hits the ground.

In cultures with a lot of access to livestock, usually the hand and ankle bones of sheep would be used. Places that don't have them might use rocks, seeds, shells, whatever. It was Ancient Greece that had such an extreme take on the game that it eventually evolved into dice-throwing-- a totally chance-based game where you would just throw the biggest foot bone of a sheep (the astralagus; equivalent to the talus in a human) and see how they landed.

So the girl they uncovered in Kazakhstan with the 180 sheep bones wasn't really buried "with dice," make sense? It's more like being buried with jacks. Central Asia is actually jam-packed with knucklebones-types games. Mongolian Shagai is recognized by UNESCO.

And it makes a TON of sense, because those regions are grasslands absolutely ideal for raising sheep.

SO. CLAN CATS.

There's two major considerations here;

ONE: The access to, and size of, sheep bones.

Clan cats don't kill sheep. TRIBE cats actually have access to sheep and kill one or two a year! I would actually like to give them a bunch of special uses for various parts of the sheep. I think the eagle-killing thing in canon is actually pretty ridiculous for several reasons

BUT THAT SAID, an astralagus is the size of a cat's paw.

[ID: A human holding an astralagus in the tips of its fingers.]

You'd need to play a different sort of game with this. It's more like a square softball to a cat than a little rubber ball.

Boar also have bones like this, though. A muntjac probably produces bones that are sized properly for a cat. Hares and rabbits are probably the BEST bet here though, which, somehow feels right. I'm not sure why, but WindClan seems like the gamerclan Clan that would think up these sorts of cute games.

Something about it fits their whole savvy culture, tunneling, emphasis on trade and invention pre-Heatherstar. ShadowClan and WindClan share a cultural value of innovation, but ShadowClan seems more... chemical and competitive.

Hard to explain it. ShadowClan invents flax retting and WindClan invents the drop spindle. There's overlap but it has a bit of a different flavor between them.

TWO: Range of motion

I've made BB!Cats have the same range of motion as the cats in canon, which is higher than a real cat. They're able to WEAVE, you can't do that without a basic pincher grasp. They're also able to mix herbs, wrap things up in leaves, and apply bandages.

I haven't actually given my reworked cats much more ability than they already had, I just codified rules based on what we already see.

But that said, they DO have less range of motion in their hands than humans. They have little thumbs and a better ability to grab, but can't twist their paws completely upwards. There's no way they can toss an object straight up, then catch it again.

So any games they do play would need to accommodate that. So far I've got Scratchstone, Teeterstrike, and an unnamed rhyme game. The bone game would need to look more like a game of marbles than jacks. Or, maybe more modified to accommodate swipes and strikes, somehow? Or a two-person game of catch?

Gotta think about it.

#Partner and I had a super cool food idea for the tribe where they make a sort of like... flavored bone lolly out of sheep bones #Called a Sucker #And they'd soak it in juice before leaving on a hunt and gauge how long they had been out based on the fading flavor of their sucker #And have a cool phrase like ''where have you been?? My sucker's gone bland you spanner''#And if they go into something dangerous like a cave or down a river #they actually leave their sucker behind #so if they run into danger and someone comes looking for them #they'd see their sucker unattended #The sucker would also get holes carved in it to feed a brightly colored string or something through it #So it's very bright and conspicuous #And you can tell what sucker belongs to whom based on how they bedazzled it #But I couldn't find anything on flavoring bones or replenishing their flavor #Since humans aren't dedicated carnivores #The string has the added value of making it easy to pull out if they accidentally swallow the bone #But it's all still wip #clan culture #bone babble

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fieldofdaisiies · 5 months

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Flesh (pt. 2)

secret santa gift for @iftheshoef1tz ❤️ @acotargiftexchange ship: Azriel x Eris type: angst and smut word count: 4,8k words warnings: explicit descriptions, mentions of politics and WW2 story masterlist | ao3

A warm summer breeze wafts through the open window, carrying along a scent gasoline, and freshly baked bread. The beige curtains move in the slight wind, almost like they are dancing to the melody coming from the record player. Im Abendrot by Richard Strauss fills the air, only interrupted by ragged breathing, and soft male moans.

Eris takes a pull on his cigarette - Cabinet ones this time - and his head lolls back. A guttural noise leaves some deep part of his throat, his hands stilling right above his lips. A thin film of sweat coats his skin.

Two small lamps on either side of the bed cast a gentle glow over the room, and let small shadows dance across the walls. It almost feels a little toasty inside his flat, his skin heated, coated in a thin film of sweat that also trickles down the side of his head. He hums, taking another pull, slowly blowing out the smoke.

Azriel’s scarred hand curls tighter around his thighs, finger tips digging into his skin. He pokes his tongue out, wetting his lips, eliciting a low groan from Eris.

Eris, using the hand that is not holding his cigarette, threads his fingers into Azriel’s silken strands, and makes him tip his head up. He meets his gaze, full of heated honey, twin flames of desire burning in them.

"Why did you come here when I explicitly told you I needed space?" Eris voice is nothing more than a growl, his hold on Azriel’s hair strong, and still, Azriel has the audacity to smirk. He loves when Eris is dominant. And he loves that Eris gave in. He opened the door and a moment later he kissed him. And another moment later their clothes where on the ground.

Azriel lowers his chin a little, and kisses the broad tip of Eris cock, then parts his lips. "Quite late to ask that, huh? After all, your cock is basically already down my throat and the two of us are naked in your bed.“

He closes his fist tighter around Eris’ shaft, stroking him slowly, watching how the doctor’s eyes visibly roll back in his head. A tremor runs through Eris and he shudders.

Azriel smirks again, loving how his lover feels in his hand. Eris is so hard, but his skin so soft, like velvet. Azriel marvels at the feel against his palms.

Eris' burning gaze is trained on Azriel and somehow he finds himself at a loss of words. No one really manages to render the doctor speechless - safe for Azriel Singer. Azriel’s thumb once again brushes his tip and a feline grin spreads over the director’s face. "Seems like you don't really mind that I came here."

He licks across his broad head, tongue sliding into the slit across its tip. He collects the small bead of moisture, savouring the taste of it, of him. "Seems you rather enjoy me being here. Having me fully at your mercy. On my knees. Between your legs. Your cock in my hand."

"Shut up!" Eris' hand, adorned with many very visible veins, shoves Azriel’s head down, and in a low almost like a growl sounding voice, he says, "And use that damn mouth for more important things if you can’t properly answer my questions."

Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. He sucks the tip into his mouth and grazes his tongue along its underside. Eris hisses, and watches how his proud length fills Azriel’s mouth fully. It drives him made how his lover uses his scarred hand to grab the part he is not able to reach, fondling his balls from time to time. Eris thrusts his hips up, his cock touching the back of Azriel’s throat and eliciting a wonderful gagging noise from his lover.

"Fuck," Eris curses and Azriel pulls him out nearly all the way before swallowing him again, letting his throat relax, desperate for as much of him in his mouth as could fit. The next time he really pulls him out. Azriel lifts his head a little, lips swollen and wet, saliva running down his chin, and murmurs in a trembling voice, "Don’t try to deny that you want me as much as I want you. That it is just as hard for you to stay away from me as I find it to stay away from you."

"That does not make it easier," Eris growls, sliding his hand over the one Azriel has braced on his thigh. Mine, his heart seems to sing, love and desire vibrating throughout his chest. But he can't bring him self to the say those damn three words. The words Azriel has already said to him. Not only once…many times.

"No one said it had to be easy, but we could try to forget about all of that…when we are together."

Eris stills and lifts his head, meeting Azriel’s glazed over gaze, swollen lips parted and mere inches from his length. "Can you really forget about the dangers of our—?"

"When I am with you, I can. I forget about everything. I only care about you in these moments." Azriel’s voice is soft, almost like a melodic whisper and it strings a few cords inside Eris‘ heart that turn his eyes glossy.

Azriel takes him into his mouth again, sucking harder this time, hollows his cheeks and bobs his head, licking and swallowing around him. Eris grabs his hair, holding back from pounding into him completely. But Azriel wants him undone, he wants Eris to fuck his mouth. Wanting to help him get rid of all his anger and frustration. He wants him to let go. So he drags his teeth over his shaft, lightly and not strong enough to hurt, but enough to tease and bring him pleasurable pain. Eris bucks, and he lets him swallow him down greedily. Eris feels his cock pulse, his skin taut and hot, passion blazing through his veins.

Azriel withdraws his lips to the tip of him, rolling his tongue around him and meets his gaze through his lashes — those beautiful long lashes that draw shadows across his tan and with sweat glazed cheeks. Eris’ eyes are ablaze with desire, his passion just as acute as Azriel’s. The director takes him deep, and the deep moan that leaves him which reverberates along Eris’ cock and straight into his balls. Release gathers in his spine. He is so close, and all he wants to do is let go.

"Fuck, I am actually so glad you came,“ Eris groans, his head lolling to the side, cigarette sliding through his fingers and dropping into the ashtray on the bedside table.

Gripping Azriel's hair, his scalp, holding him in place, Eris thrusts his hips into Azriel’s mouth, hitting the back of his mouth over and over again. Azriel meets him with every thrust, squeezing him to tell Eris it is alright to let go. And that is what Eris does.

Later, after the director has guided the doctor through his high, licking him gently, they roll over, lips meeting in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

Eris kisses him deeply, hips tenderly rolling against Azriel’s, brushing his cock that hardens between their bodies. "I wish I could do that. When I am with you, I wish I could forget about all the dangers and the possibility of someone finding about us out," Eris whispers, and parts Azriel's lips with his thumb. He once again rolls his hips against Azriel’s, relishing in the feel of his naked body against his own. "But I'll try. For you I'll try."

His lips close over Azriel and they kiss, deep and sensual, Azriel’s hands gliding down Eris back, one squeezing his backside before stroking back up again. Eris’ hand is braced next to Azriel’s head, adorned with many visible veins. They break apart after a short moment, their gazes lock and they smile at each others. Eris fingers gently brush down the side of Azriel's face, drinking in his beauty. "For you, I'll try everything." He looses a breath.

Azriel squeezes his eyes shut for a second, biting down on his lower lip. Eris slides a hand between them, grabbing Azriel's shaft, stroking him. "Because I like having you around. I couldn't stand a life without you in it."

Now it is his time to make Azriel feel good. He chases Azriel’s lips. The kiss deepens and the hold he has on him tightens, stroking him gently and making Azirel elicit the most beautiful male noises that there are.

✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　 . ✦　

It is shortly past midnight, the air drifting in through the windows now a little cooler, no noises coming from the outside city anymore — almost like it has gone to sleep completely. Richard Strauss is still playing, still the Last Four Songs, Azriel’s favourite record. They set it up again, and it starts playing once more.

His scarred fingertips dancing over Eris exposed, pale skin, Azriel makes him roll onto his back, and then slides his hand across the doctor‘s torso, mouth claiming the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He softly sinks his teeth into Eris' skin, then his tongue glides over his skin and he starts to nibble.

"I’m such a sucker for you." Azriel’s deep tenor reverberates through Eris. The doctor braces his foot on the bed, hips falling open while Azriel continues to worship his neck. He moves over Eris's skin, his knee braced between Eris' thighs, their clammy limbs entangled.

"I knew I' would never, ever be the same." The director groans against Eris' skin, tongue gliding over the auburn stubble along Eris jaw. "One look. One kiss. One touch of you." He pushes up on his hand, now leaning over Eris only so he has better access to his lips. "The first time we made love. The first time you told me you like me. The first night we spent in each other's arms. The first time you fucked me like I was the only thing you ever wanted in this world…"

Azriel wants to continue, but Eris doesn’t let him, chasing his lips, kissing him with wanton desire.

A lick of heat fills Azriel, and he lets his hand slide down on his lover’s chest, to the V on his abdomen, to the coarse hair on his lower belly, but then back up again until his scarred fingers rest on the base of Eris‘ throat. "I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone," Azriel says, his fingers curl, finger tips digging into Eris pale and with freckles adorned skin. "More than my own life. And almost as much as freedom."

His tongue glides into Eris mouth, brushing his gums. But Eris no longer is in the moment. It is almost like the word freedom has pulled a lever inside his head.

His hand, formerly having caressed the small of Azriel’s back, stills. Azriel notices his absentmindedness, and pulls back.

Worry is etched upon his features, doubt flashing brightly in his eyes — almost like he is worried he said the wrong thing.

His chest rises and falls with deep inhales, and he keeps prolonged eye-contact with Eris, somehow waiting for the slap of a painful revelation to come. He can see it in Eris‘ eyes.

But before he gives Eris a chance to talk, scared, once again, he will end their relationship, he opens his mouth. "Let's leave East Berlin!"

Eris' eyes widen, and his breath catches.

"I've been planning to leave this place for a while now, why not do it now?"

"Because your application to leave the country has not yet been approved." Eris' hand starts moving again, slowly, gently stroking Azriel's back.

The only way to leave the GDR legally was to apply to leave the country. It mostly took years to get it approved. Azriel applied around seven months ago — no answer yet.

"And?" The director raises a brow. He leaves the embrace and sits up. "I am so tired of this place. We can flee. I can flee and meet you again over the border."

Azriel's chest rises and falls heavily, each breath a deliberate inhale and exhale that reveals the whirlwind brewing inside of him. Eris' eyes remain fixed on Azriel, keeping prolonged eye-contact as the pain of Azriel’s idea takes root in Eris' chest and slowly seeps into every fibre of his being. It makes him acutely aware of the fact that maybe one day he won’t have Azriel in his life anymore. And that day might be sooner than expected.

There is no chance that he can leave and everything will go well. It is too damn dangerous.

He stares intensely, heart once more becoming a deep and cold void inside of his chest because there is no chance for happiness without the one person —the only person— to bring him joy.

"I want to try to escape soon. To Romania and from there onwards to some other country."

Every ounce of happiness whooshes out of Eris, his lips parting in silent shock. He instinctively recoils, shifting towards the headboard of the bed, his gaze fixated on Azriel with a flicker of pain dancing in his eyes. Panic sluices through Eris, an overwhelming fear of losing the person he loves most, making him feel hollow. His lip trembles, and an icy chill envelops his entire being. "Why?"

Azriel tries to find the right words.

"Because I can't live in a place like this…I feel trapped. I feel like I can't be myself here. People can not live freely here, Eris. There are no free elections, power lies solely with one party - this is not how I imagine life to be. Children are not even allowed Mickey Mouse books…or watch West German TV."

Azriel looses a shuddering breath. "I feel like I can't breathe here. This country never accepted people like me. I am a Jew, Eris. And I am gay."

Eris sits up, so he can get on eye-level with Azriel when he starts to speak again. "I can't stay here. You don't understand what this is like."

But Eris shakes his head. He understands what it is like - partly he does. But…

His chest coiling, his empty heart hurting so fiercely inside of him it threatens to break him. He can't believe it. He can’t believe that the one person he loves so much, from the bottom of his heart, is actually going to leave him.

"You are leaving me?" Eris asks, feeling selfish for posing this question.

Azriel sits back and crosses one leg beneath him. "I'm not leaving you. I want to flee with you. Leave this country with you."

"I don't have to flee," Eris says.

"Because you want to stay?" Hurt flashes in Azriel's eyes, the shock of betrayal passing over his face.

Eris slides his hands up Azriel’s thigh, squeezing softly. Or rather wanting to as Azriel shoves his hand away.

"That's not it. I have an Austrian passport…"

Azriel's chin drops to his chest. "Right, you don't have to flee…" He looses a long breath, his hand now reaching for Eris. He knows he has formerly pushed him away, but now he seeks his touch, longs for it, for the feel of Eris' skin against his own.

"Will it be easy for you to leave this place? I’m not speaking about the aspect of fleeing but in terms of leaving everything behind?"

Azriel tilts his chin up and shrugs.

"Leaving me, will that be—"

Azriel stops him, his gaze intense. "Don’t ever dare think leaving you would be easy." He vehemently shakes his head, voice low and angry. "I…I could never bring myself to…“

He brings his hands up and cradles Eris' face, making him look into his eyes. "That's why I want you to leave with me.“

Eris' response is a heart-wrenching shake of the head. "I can't just leave. I am needed here. I have an important job. I…"

A muscle in Azriel's jaw feathers, his eyes glazing over. "And I am not more important than your position in the hospital?" His voice drips with hurt.

"You know that is bullshit." Eris leans in closer. He rests his other hand on Azriel's bare shoulder. "You mean a lot to me, Azriel, more than anything in this world."

"Then come with me. You are the only thing that makes my life worth living," Azriel says, in his eyes a desperate plea for Eris to reconsider. He refuses to accept defeat. Eris has to come with him. "You are the only thing that makes my life worth living."

Tears blur Azriel's vision, and he wants to move off the bed, but Eris is quicker, lunging at him, cradling his face in his hands. "So are you. It was foolish, I shouldn't have said the part about the hospital. But if I don't leave, I shouldn't be the one holding you back." Eris swallows thickly, not once breaking eye-contact with his lover. "You should leave. If you want to do this, if you are no longer happy here…" Eris' voice breaks and he presses his forehead against Azriel's. "I want you to be happy, and if another country is the only place to make you happy, I won't stop you."

A shallow sob leaves Azriel. "I am only happy where you are," he whispers, softly pecking Eris' lips. "But I want to live somewhere where we can share our happiness with others. Where we can be openly happy without fear of consequences."

Eris lowers his chin, and Azriel's lips brush his forehead. He lets his lips rest there. "We will figure out a way how to go forward."

They will, but time is pressuring them. They are both nearly forty, people will soon start questioning them why they won't settle down, marry and start a family. They can't go on like this forever. This won't work. They will have to leave at some point. Or end whatever it is that is between them.

Azriel's gaze moves towards the window, almost like he is looking outside, seeing a life beyond the hardship they are currently facing.

"I am sorry for how I acted outside the theatre." Eris fetches him back to the moment, his voice low and steady, apologetic.

"You are just cautious." Azriel threads their fingers together, the scarred tissue of his palm scraping against Eris‘s soft skin. He has the hand of a doctor, clean, smooth, well-manicured.

"I am paranoid and an idiot."

"A lot depends on it. How you are perceived by the people. You could lose it all."

Azriel turns to look at Eris, their faces only an inch apart.

"The same goes for you." Eris nips at Azriel’s lips. "Your career, your—"

"Would you believe me if I tell you that I don’t care?" He chases Eris‘ mouth. "You would be worth it. Losing it all. And starting somewhere new with you."

Before their connection can deepen further, a knock shatters the intimate cocoon they've created. The two men are startled. Their breaths catch in their throat, panic taking root inside their chests.

"Herr Doktor Vanserra, open up! Oberleutnant Keir here."

The two men exchange a startled glance, the air thick with unspoken words and the looming threat behind the door. Panic claws its way into their chests. Their intimate cocoon seems to be breeched, the walls nearly tumbling in.

The name echoes in the flat, sending a bolt of horror right through Eris' chest. He knew he had been followed. He knew it. And now he knows who has been following him. He should have been more careful. Now he brought Azriel in danger. They are in danger! Both of them.

If they are caught—

"Herr Doktor Vanserra!"

Their eyes meet once more, speaking volumes, a silent agreement stretching out between their souls — Eris knows he can't avoid what awaits them outside the door. But if he can get Azriel out of this without any harm coming upon him he will do everything he can. Everything in his power. To protect the man he loves.

"Out," Eris cautions, his voice barely audible in the dimly lit room. The urgency in his tone sends a shiver down Azriel's spine. He glances around, the air thick with tension. Eris gestures toward the window with a subtle tilt of his head.

Azriel looks towards the window, the darkness outside and then shoots Eris an incredulous look. "Are you mad? I am not a bat, I don't have wings!"

"Then grow some!" Eris retorts with a sense of urgency, sliding off the bed and moving toward the window. "Come on, let's go!"

Reluctance is etched upon Azriel's face, but the gravity of the situation pushes him into action. It is their only chance — if they search the flat, hiding in the bathroom or in a closet is no option.

He swings his legs off the bed, feet meeting the cool floor. Azriel moves quickly, gathering all his clothes within reach. Eris, now at the window, peeks through the curtains, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Hurry up, Azriel!" he urges, anxiety lacing his words.

Azriel fumbles with a stubborn button, frustration written on his forehead. He decides to ditch the trousers and only throws them over his shoulder, heading towards the window in just his undershorts, his socks and his shirt.

The Oberleutnant's hand once again raps sharply on the door, the sound echoing through the narrow corridor and the flat. Their heartbeats quicken.

"Trust me, you will be safe there. Just go—"

He does not let him answer. He closes the distance, his scarred hands tenderly cradling Eris's face and presses his lips against his mouth. He kisses him deeply despite their lack of time and the looming threat outside the door.

In this stolen moment, time slows to a standstill. The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of their kiss. Each heartbeat echoes through their bodies like a ticking clock, signalling the end of something - the final countdown.

They part and Azriel steps away. "I love you," he whispers and the knock on the door sounds again.

With his trousers hastily thrown over his shoulder, Azriel pushes open the window. The night air is chilly against his skin when he slips through the opening and onto the rooftop. Berlin sprawls out below him, bathed in the soft glow of the few streetlights below. Azriel glances around, the streetlamps casting shadows along the streets and facade of the house, searching for any signs of danger and then crouches down, crawling towards the chimney.

And then Eris opens the door. Only dressed in his undershorts, hair tousled. Panic blazes through his veins, heart thrumming against his rib cage. He feels nauseous, helpless, like a sitting duck.

The blood is rushing in his ears, but he knows he has to face the Oberleutnant. There is no other way.

"Herr Oberleutnant Keir," Eris greets with the dip of his chin, then turns to his companion, "Herr Leutnant Proteus. What brings you here so late in the evening?" Tension is so thick, one could cut it with a knife. Eris' heart beats rapidly. What the hell does the police do here at this time?

"Noise disturbance." Keir raises his brow. He tries to look past Eris, but the doctor's large build nearly fills out the whole doorframe.

His stomach coils so much, its contents turn sour and he feels even more nauseas.

The Oberleutnant slowly runs his eyes over Eris - up and down and with a frown on his lips meets his gaze. The weight of the Oberleutnant gaze feels like a physical force pressing down on Eris. His heart pounds almost like the crescendo in all the pieces Azriel's makes his orchestra play.

But he stands strong, attempting to appear composed despite the turmoil churning inside of him.

"Herr Oberleutnant, I am very sorry. I will turn the music and—"

The Oberleutnant clicks his tongue, interrupting him. "Noise disturbance can take many forms," he replies, "it wasn't the music that was disturbing Herrn Hybern."

Eris' breath catches in his throat, making it nearly impossible for him to swallow.

The Oberleutnant's eyes scan him once again, before skimming the interior of the flat, registering every detail—the neatly arranged furniture, the faint scent of dinner lingering in the air, and, most importantly, the shoes positioned by the entrance. Not one. But two pairs. His gaze returns to Eris, unreadable yet heavy with unspoken suspicion.

Eris' heart hammers. Nearly unbearable.

"You have a guest?"

"No," Eris brings out, voice surprisingly steady. "No, I am all alone."

Leutnant Proteus, who has been surprisingly calm, sighs. Oberleutnant Keir only nods. "I hope this is really the case."

Eris steps aside and gestures into his flat. "I have nothing to hide, and I assure you, Herr Oberleutnant, everything is in order. If you want to have a look around you can do so," Eris says, his voice steady, though his nerves quiver beneath the surface.

Keir's gaze remains fixed on Eris, probing, distrustful, but nevertheless he says, "I trust you'll ensure it stays that way, Herr Doktor Vanserra."

"Just as much as I trust you with letting my daughter return home from hospital on Monday." The Leutnant raises a brow and rage simmers beneath Eris' skin. Of course, this man is the young girl's - Emerie - father. He had noticed the resemblance and now he knows why.

"Your daughter will return home when she is well enough to do so."

The Leutnant's nostrils flare, and he says, "Careful, Herr Doktor—"

But the Oberleutnant does not let him finish, lifting his arm and shutting him up. "We are done here." He glances into the flat again. A false smile graces his lips. "Gut' Nacht, Herr Doktor."

As Keir and his companion take their leave, Eris exhales a breath he didn't realise he was holding in. His pulse races, when he closes the door.

Keir had definitely been the person following him. And he knows something. Eris is sure about that. Why he left so easily…Eris has no idea, but he knows their visit means no good. Rushing to the window, Eris scans the rooftop where his lover remains hidden in the shadows. Their eyes meet briefly, conveying relief mingled with shared apprehension.

Grabbing Eris' hand, Azriel climbs back into the room and wants to wrap his arms around Eris. But the doctor stops him.

Eris takes a reluctant step back from Azriel, a mixture of anguish and determination etched upon his features. "You need to leave. Go back home, and please, stay away from me," he pleads, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Go. Right now. I'm not good for you. I want you to be safe. I am being followed, I assume they suspect that I am…that I am…" He can't bring himself to finish this sentence. He can't openly talk about it.

Azriel vehemently shakes his head, pain flickering in his eyes. "You have to come with me," he says, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. He feels how his throat burns, how his heart squeezes.

"I can't," Eris murmurs, a deep longing evident in his eyes as he extends a hand towards Azriel, seeking connection. Yet, it is Azriel who takes a step backward.

"Fine, then. If you won't, I'll leave on my own," Azriel declares with a mixture of resignation and determination, his tone heavy with unspoken sorrow. "Then I'll take the evening train to Romania on Monday."

He hopes he can convince Eris, hoping he will say he'll come with him, but he fails. Eris won't join him. Despite his hopes, Eris won't say yes. Awareness crashes into him and sets his soul on fire, burning through his veins, leaving nothing but pain in its wake.

"Azriel," Eris says, a note of desperation lacing his voice as he reaches out again, hoping to prevent Azriel from leaving. "You can't leave now. Keir—"

But Azriel brushes away Eris's attempt to stop him, pushing his arm away as he hastily heads for the door, still carrying his trousers over his shoulder. "He will be gone by now," he snarls.

"It is only—"

"I don't care. So what? He sees me leave. I don't care." Azriel's scarred hand lands on the door handle, pulling it down already. His anger and frustration get the best of him. He is almost out of the door, not before he spins around, disappointment flashing brightly in his hazel eyes. "One more thing, Eris" he seethes. "Do you love me?"

Eris takes a step closer, his heart cracking open at the question. "Azriel."

"Answer my damn question. Do. You. Love. Me."

"This is not about me loving you or not loving you, this is about going away from here. This is about—"

"Do you love me?" His tone is bitter. Cold. Sad.

Eris' lips part. He loves him. of course he does, and so the accusation, Azriel believing he does not hurts. His throat is dry and he can't get the words out.

Azriel understands the silence as an answer.

"I thought so. Then this is it. Then this is over. For good." The tears running down his cheeks don't go unnoticed by Eris and the doctor tries to follow after him. But Azriel is already out the door.

"I never want to see you again."

Azriel rushes down the corridor. Eris slumps against the wall, hands slammed over his face. "I do love you, Az,” Eris whispers into the gloomy silence of the corridor, his own breathing the only audible sound. The only other sound, his heartbeat. Low, sad.

~~~~~~ azris tags: @azrielsbabyg @lady-riel @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @brekkershadowsinger @ladyelain @banasheefan56 @a-frog-with-a-laptop @ofduskanddreams @acourtofladydeath @secret-third-thing @born-to-riot @honeysuckle-daydreams13

#azris #azriel x eris #acotar #acosf #azriel #acotar gift exchange

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abeinginsand · 1 year

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Taylor rainy day hcs

Taylor loves being in the rain, but I imagine his mom would ask him to take an umbrella, at least sometimes? Or Cass may sneak it into his go-bag other times, so he doesn't forget it.

Most often the umbrella is not used properly.

He's used it as a stealth item to hide from and avoid classmates and teachers that he doesn't like around town. Its a go to way to avoid awkward or annoying conversations. Taylor also enjoys striking poses with it on occasion, works great as a second sword of sorts. He can try super cool dual wielding poses or use the sturdy umbrella as a makeshift cane on the rare occasions he forgets his own at home.

When the rain gets extremely heavy and/or his legs are feeling extra achy that day. Taylor will sit down some place and rest the umbrella against something so he can sit under it. Probably play on his phone for awhile while listening to the rain drops. Probably gets an Uber back home when the rain stops! It depend on how long the rain lasts or how hard he zoned into his mobile games.

Or on the rare occurrence he isn't alone, he'll offer the umbrella to the other classmate (if they don't have one). Its mostly only happened during field trips or at the end of a school day. After the offer, they'll go their separate ways. Sometimes the person will return the umbrella while occasionally it'll need to be replaced. He's got money though and he wasn't really using it much anyway so that part doesn't phase him. To add to that, his mom is usually really happy when he says he offered an umbrella to someone, especially someone that happens to be a girl. She's been giving him the signature Swift fam "you've got this" thumbs up a lot more lately. If he's honest, sometimes the idea of romance is...a lot when it's not a strict 2d interaction. He stops offering the umbrella to people for a few months.

Things are different when his new sidekicks come into the picture. Firstly, when it rains, Normal offers him an umbrella at the same time as Taylor was offering it to him. They ended up accidentally hitting each other haha. Though Taylor's hand stung more than Normal's did given he was not wearing a mascot costume. The two get past some awkward apologies and talk about either music or school gossip.

With Scary, she skeptically accepted the umbrella but asked why he didn't use it for himself. No one's asked him before and Taylor passionately rambles about his love for rain and rainy day scenes in stories as they walk through town. Though sometimes Scary does tease that he must not be worried about getting sick from the rain because idiots don't catch colds, right? He takes some psychic damage with an on cue anime sound effect. Teasing aside, Scary is the first to send him a text on an actual sick day--usually a short, "you're alive, right?" type of message which is nice in its own way.

The first time getting caught in the rain with Link doesn't go at all like Taylor was expecting. Link doesn't have an umbrella like Normal did and doesn't ask why like Scary had. Instead, Link arches an eyebrow and looks at the blue with white polka dots umbrella in his friend's outstretched hand for few minutes and then back to Taylor.

He says, "Thanks and okay, we should share it though." Taylor slowly agrees and the two share it while he remains surprised. It was the first time he'd shared an umbrella with someone since his childhood friend moved away. He was so used to walking alone or keeping some distance when with a person that he'd forgotten sharing it was a thing. Link holds the umbrella above them as they leave school. They talk about sports games and anime, joking around and occasionally playfully jabbing each other with fingers or elbows.

When the rain gets harder though, Link bolts forward to find the nearest open shop. This ends up dousing Taylor with water pretty good! He makes some sound that he hopes the natural rain bgm covered up and runs after the athlete. They end up racing each other which was initially frustrating but ends up pretty fun. For some reason, running in the rain alone or with a friend gives this cozy, familiar feeling too just like sitting by a fireplace or campfire does. Maybe it was because he used to play in the rain with his mom a lot as a kid.

Lastly, Taylor walking with Hermie during a rainy day leads to a teaching lesson. They both had umbrellas and, like certain punk seekers of darkness, Hermie asked why Taylor liked the rain so much. Hermie chimes in to Taylor's rambles with his own fav rain-related stuff and mentions a certain musical number. One of the few musicals that Taylor knew that weren't anime related! Anyways, Hermie proudly shows off his performing skill by doing atleast some of Singing in the Rain which Taylor thinks is pretty cool. The two practice some of the steps for awhile until the rain stops.

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srebrnafh · 1 year

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I hate progress.

Or, "progess".

My last smartphone started having a variety of issues, camera hanging up occasionally and what not. Decided to pick a new one, from the same brand.

First thing, the new one is bigger, which is a downside for me, since the last one was barely comfortable for me, as a woman with reasonably long fingers, to thumb-type a few words if I only have one hand free.

(my husband and son obviously have no such issues)

Now I'm trying to get the new thing set up as closely to the old one as possible. Apps migrated, settings adjusted... What the fuck. Where is my lockscreen camera icon. My old phone had a little camera icon I could swipe on to quickly take a photo without unlocking and so on.

Another thing is, my old phone displayed "next alarm" info on lockscreen, so I didn't have to check in Clock etc if I have an alarm set properly for 6:30 or whatever was needed. This one doesn't.

I've spent a good chunk of the evening trying to get that back.

The alarm is a write-off, can't make the bloody thing change the clock widget in any way (don't send helpful ideas, we've been through EVERYTHING).

The camera, however, I found.

I am supposed to twist my phone twice in a quick succession to get to quick capture. THANK YOU CORPOATE OVERLORDS FOR GIVING US THAT OPTION.

Just one fucking detail.

It works lovely for people without wrist pain. I just tested that option. It works. Also, it fucking hurts.

I may not look like I'm mobility-impaired. I do crafts, I walk, I hike, I do stuff that requires some dexterity. BUT NOT SPEED. I can't make certain movements quickly.

So, to cut this short: Fuck you to all producers of personal electronics who, in the name of fucking Progress, take away the simple method that NOBODY MINDED, which is opening shit from THE SCREEN. WITH AN ICON. And then put it into a fucking gesture using the entire fucking phone. Not only is the phone bigger, and heavier, now I'm also supposed to twist it. While I can barely get the "two quick waves to bring up torch" to work correctly half of the time.

I'm afraid one day all this shit will move onwards so quickly, that anyone who is not an adult, neurotypical, able-bodied man will be left in the fucking dust, trying to access new tech by cobbling together prosthesis from workarounds and old technology.

#rant #long post #technology #mobility issues

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mcbeetlebeeb · 1 year

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fucking hate tumblr why do you do this too me I was just about to get done with this fully and it fucking deleted itself whywhywhy

anyway gay headcannons for you also songs

cause it's nearly five in the morning and fuck you!

Draco Malfoy

so hear me out

he fruity, at least a tad

bi energy, homosexual even.

seems he'd still..? pester you even if in a relationship

not in crude ways of course

pretty much being captain obvious

and little witty quips here and there but nothing to hurt your feelings

he looks like a bath person

I will not and never will debate this it's happening

I mean look at him, he looks like he smells like way to expensive of shampoo too even be shampoo yk?

but not pungent- subtle like somethin u only sniff if he walked by or was in a close vicinity

some fancy shit idk lavender and?? pine and very gently of soot, like smoke but not from any smoking but from candles and setting shit on fire sometimes

yeah he's the bitch 2 take baths with you

and he doesn't even care for it that much in a "pervy" sense

just likes sitting in warm tub with you, across from you or next too you

he don't care, it's bath time

"two bros chillin in a hot tub, five feet apart cause their not gay!"

type of dood too have hundreds upon thousands of stashed away unfinished or scrapped letters too you

you'd stumble upon it crumpled in the trash or on a desk and decide too open and read it

prolly giggling at the letters, trying to think up of what he could've been thinking when he crumpled this and why

when he walks in on you, originally trying to find where you ran off too in his common room

watching you, blissfully unaware of the soul leaving that boys body

he is

internally shriveling at the fact he didn't burn those or- dispose of them properly

until you notice him and he brushes it off like it was nothing

he is still mentally evaporating at the thought of you reading silly poems and or simple wrightings he never sent

he'd notice that you have more than one in your hand and physically cringes at the known fact you've read some of them-

he's embarrassed as all fuck and is desperately trying to cover himself up

shoving the remaining letters and papers into a desk drawer, putting his hand out in request of the return of his other ones

the ones in your hand, in which you look down at then back at him

'no I don't think I will' you tell yourself, running off with them, shoving them into your shirt

he comes sprinting after you before you could even show anyone else-

the song I shall slap down tis

like cmon, your touch starved, hes probably somehow more touch starved..the puzzles..the dots..connect- th em.. please.

Ominis Gaunt

tired™

vaguely angry as well but that's cause tired

you'd end up finding him in the undercroft or even in strewn out places of hogwarts, sleeping

on the floor no less but he don't care

sitting down next too him as he snoozes, leaning on his leaned over head, shutting your eyes

feeling him stur awake, you lift your head, even without saying a word he says your name

in a questioning tone no doubt, he turns to your general direction, blinking sleepily at you

you'd chuckle softly at his expression and you see him relax physically, you assure that it's you

he smiles slightly at the sound of your chuckles

he looks like he'd smell like?-.. clean warm linen, secrets and marble-

makes sense? no?

too bad

he'd ask to feel your face, to mark out your features a bit for himself

he's known you all this time should he not know your face?

his hands are nimble and soft with long fingers tracing your jaw a bit before palming one side of her face

you sigh softly and lean towards his touch

bringing his thumb up to brush over her lashes, his thumb coming up further to brush over her eyebrow

his other hand feeling her neck, sliding it up too cup her other cheek

he feels you smile against his hands and his eyes widened a bit, feeling your faces divits and smile lines

he just can't help but smile over you smiling

you let out a chuckle at his smile forming, letting him feel your face still as it warmed under his hands

song I fart out is...

I'm sleepy so I'm stopping it here- I was going to wright more bout sebastian for self indulgent purposes but I'm slheepy 💤💤 so have this for now cause tumblr ate my other post 😔

#Spotify

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hobbybound · 8 months

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Of courtly happenings

A man called Kaleth lives in Emberdun, the spiked city. By title he is a servant though he spends little of his time with meager tasks. In fact he studies the art of world-throwing under a man called Layple. Layple who is himself more than his title of chamberlain to the court buildings.

This day Kaleth went to Layple, as was usual, to begin the day with lessons in courtly manners. A type of lesson that Layple's superiors saw fit for him to teach a servant. Though these lessons in actuality taught Kaleth things far more versatile. As he entered Layple's room he found his teacher sitting in the padded chairs by the window. Without introduction Kaleth took the seat opposite and picked up the belt-buckle from the small table between the chairs.

"What of this then Layple? What marvelous lesson will you teach me with this buckle?" He asked, sarcasm at the edge of his voice.

"A lesson of the eye this time, how many objects are you holding?" Layple said as he leaned back and fixed Kaleth with his amber stare, poignantly ignoring his tone.

"Two I suppose, the frame is one and the prong another since they may collide" he shook the buckle demonstrating how the pieces rattled together.

Layple's eyebrows lifted out of a slight furrow that Kaleth hadn't noticed until it was gone. The answer had at least been right.

"Indeed, you know of how all world-throwers have their tinker-things to practice idly with, well what would it tell you if a man made his buckles his tinker-things?" Layple continued.

"Constantly changing the shape of his buckles... nothing at all, that he likes his buckles a particular way, or that he cares little of their design since he changes them without regard" Kaleth spoke without assuredness, Layple's brows re-furrowed themselves slightly. Before the teacher had time to retort Kaleth spoke in defense.

"don't look at me like this is obvious, buckles make no difference to anyone" he said. As Layple's brows became properly furrowed Kaleth's eyes darted to the table, realizing his mistake.

"Is there a ring of mine on that table that I have missed Kaleth?" Layple said sternly and continued without a response "There is not, and as such you will still speak with me as a servant should to a chamberlain"

Kaleth had been told this many times, only when someone put one of their rings on the table were those below them allowed to speak beside the formalities with bluntness, and even then with limits. Soon Layple would roll into his tirades about how the others in the court might have him fired for such a misstep and then Kaleth would learn nothing more before midday. To his surprise Layple instead slid his iron ring from his finger and onto the table.

"Why not the copper one?" Kaleth said with honest confusion, Layple met his look with raised eyebrows of his own. Realizing the question had been turned back Kaleth continued. "So that I may speak in honesty not only of those below you but also those of equal status to you?"

"So you have learned something, with that we've had enough lessons of actual courtly manners for the day" Layple said. "The buckle tells you firstly of that world-thrower's prowess, at least a little" he continued with his normal teaching voice.

"Since if one part was changed and the other fell against it in the meanwhile he would lose hold of the first, he has to be capable of at least two anchors" Kaleth interjected, Layple simply nodded and then kept speaking.

"The other thing it tells is that he does not hide his tinker-things as we both do, what might that mean?"

As Layple spoke he picked a small item from his inner pocket, it was a spiral of wood no larger than a thumb. Just before he finished his question the spiral lifted from his palm and began unwinding itself into a little stick, then tied itself into a complex knot. A moment passed before Kaleth answered.

"Yes, I do hide my tinker-things like you instructed" he responded to the unspoken question first, paused slightly and then continued; "Maybe he isn't capable of such intricate tinker-things as you and his insecurity makes him want to boast with what he can do".

"Flattery has no place ringside, but you are also wrong, it tells you that he doesn't know to fear that knowledgeable eyes may figure him out" Layple said "He is too sure of his power and connections I believe, he does not think anyone in the court a threat".

"I get the sense this man may not be only theoretical" Kaleth said as his eyes drifted to the ring "I also get the sense he might be equivalent to your status".

At that Layple's tinker-thing slowed to a stop and his mouth cracked into a genuine smile.

"Good catch" he said earnestly "The master of coffers is our showoff, and you will do well to make note of all his buckles the next few times you see him, that is your lesson of the eye, to keep noticing the changes even though you've already spotted them".

After that Layple's wooden knot untied itself back into a stick and then flew off towards one of the corners in the room. This was a game the two of them played that Layple had named Kale-fooling and for all the joy he took in defeating his student it was also good training for world-thowing combat. Kaleth picked his own tinker-thing from a pocket and soon another stick flew after the first.

The game entailed Kaleth trying to collide his tinker-thing with Layple's without touching anything else while Layple tried to evade and trick him into doing just that. Whenever a thing controlled by a world-thrower collides with another object it falls back to the ground as the anchor that was being used to control it is broken. As such Layple could tell by the sound when Kaleth had hit an obstacle even though the chase was at that point happening behind him.

"How you keep track of a thing without seeing it I'll never understand but eventually, I will catch you and both our tinker-things will fall" Kaleth said as his fell to the carpet, Layple simply smiled.

#creative writing #writeblr #fantasy #bergah #worldbuilding #my writing

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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hear me out.

Sitting on Jake's lap like an eye candy/escorter type of situation, and hes smoking (most likely a cigar come on we all know that last scene needed it.) he keeps teasing the reader blowing smoke on the face while they tell them to stop it, but he keep doing it and chuckling, reader starts teasing him back (*cough cough grinding on that dick*) and he just goes "you do know where this will go dont you sweetheart?" or some shit like that. and fucks reader silly. possibly some dom acting, maybe pinning reader on the couch and fucking from behind yk? maaaybe some possessiveness, just want to se the man feral yk?

-Elisë

You got it~ I got Jake brainrot and needed an excuse to write more about him. I really shouldn't be surprised this has taken over my brain so much. I can't seem to watch a series without getting overly attached

Smoke and mirrors

🍋NSFW

pairing: Jake lockley X fem! Reader

Warning: possessive behaviour, readers a brat, you use a fake name, dirty talk in Spanish, jerking off, quick blow job, rough angry sex, mirror kink, semi public, alot of Teasing, sadistic Dom! Jake, some degrading, overstimulation, fucks you until you're sobbing and can't take anymore

Reader wears a dress and heels but isn't referred to as a female and Antomy is kept vague

This fic is pretty long so I've added a mark to where the smut begins for anyone who just wants to skip ahead!

You look at the clothes hugging your figure. Empathising traits you already had whilst covering others you weren't too fond of. Your legs always looked so much nicer in heels but they were very unpractical. You knew you could run in them but that wasn't enough. You couldn't risk breaking an ankle on a mission just because you wanted to look pretty.

"The final touch."

Jake appeared behind you, a golden necklace in his hands. You stood as he put it on you, clasping it before his hands smoothed over your shoulders. Your fingers lightly grazed it; it was one half of a moon. You glanced down at Jake's own necklace, it was the other half.

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. Running your hand over the new scruff on his jaw. You turne to face him properly, wiping your thumb just above his lip.

"They're finally growing it out?"

There was the beginning of a moustache. It was thicker than usual whilst his beard was still trimmed. Jake would complain he missed his old facial hair but it wasn't as if he ever fronted long enough to grow one out for himself. Besides, he liked to keep his existence as vague as possible to the two other men.

"They better." He grumbled, placing his hands on your hips.

He gave himself a double over. Combing his hair as he looked at himself through the mirror. Always keeping one hand on you as he did. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, smiling.

"Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. Taking one last look at yourself before looping your arm with his. He whistled as you left the small apartment, grabbing two coats on the way out.

As soon as you arrived it made sense why you were both so dressed up. The place was massive, glass ceiling and water fountains galore. Jake opened the door for you and you both walked in. How he could get to these kind of places was beyond you. There had to be talk of him in the criminal world.

"Don't say a word, darlin', tonight you're eye candy."

"Easy, I'm that everyday."

You winked at a security guard near by, he tipped his head to you with a smile. You made sure to take note of his face: just incase.

"Yeah but you also don't know when to keep your mouth shut." He kept his words in a low whisper. He didn't even look at you as you both faced straight ahead.

You gasped, faking offence as you pressed a hand to your chest. "You wound me, Mr lockley."

He cringed at the formal title. Rolling his eyes as he walked you through the large corridor. Finally reaching the central hall. The smell of alcohol assulted your nose as you held back the instinct to wince. There were trays of champagne being handed out by diligent waitors. A whole table of foods that cost more than this entire outfit.

Your target was no where in sight. You only glared at the crowd of people, none of them resembling the host. Here you assumed he'd be walking around, greeting his guests but Instead. There wasn't a trace of him. Just fools gambling and discussing bussiness. If they were not doing that then they were getting drunk as they stuffed their faces.

You hated missions like this.

Jake leaned his head towards you, eyeing the crowd. You were still latched to his arm as you sat besides him. Circling your fingers on his chest through his black shirt.

"We got our boy, 10 o'clock."

You followed his gaze and there he was. You took the mental note to complain more, it seems to work in your favour.

The host was making his rounds, finally greetings everyone but as soon as his eyes looked onto you two, he was rushing towards you.

You both stood up, jake held out his hand for the man to take. He eagerly shook it with both hands. You scanned him up and down. He was fairly older man, already greying and wore a prestige red suit. His hands were smooth and nails cleanly cut. Meanwhile Jake had much rougher hands, cuts all over them. Two men of high contrast and yet the other man looked at him as if he was an equal.

"Lockley! Good to see you again, old friend!" He gave his hands another shake before he gestured his hands towards you. "And who's this?"

"My date." He said plainly, squeezing your arm.

"You never turn up empty handed, do you?"

The older man laughed as he shook his head. A mischievous grin grew on his wrinkled face as he looked you up and down. "Got a friend?"

You hid your disgust. You and Jake sharing a knowing look. This was definitely going to be something you ranted about when you got back to the car.

"Just me." Jake chimed back in, not giving you a chance to speak.

As if noticing this Paul, you learned his name when given the mission, completely turned his attention to you. Pulling your hand to his lips as he planted a quick kiss on your knuckles.

"You got a name, sweetheart?"

"Liraz." You kept your voice sweeter than sugar, making sure to linger your touch with his as you gave him a bashful smile.

The meaning of the name didn't get missed. Jake held back his amused smirk as he looked at Paul. You felt a shimmer of pride watching his usual expression crack.

The night went on with you and Jake sticking close to your target. Listening to his endless boasts and speeches as he showed you around. Introducing you to his other friends and partners. You made sure to put on a show, flashing your best smile to them all. Giving each man a taste of your attention. Squeezing and touching their arms, complimenting them on their hair and cologne.

You had this in the bag. Meanwhile Jake was growing more impaitent. He didn't want you to speak, knowing you'd get like this. All flirty with everyone you could wrap around your finger. Charming your way through every crowd. It was one of your best qualities - it's why he picks you for these missions but he couldn't keep the anger that boiled in his viens down. It burnt his very being.

Jealousy was an ugly trait he was more than aquinted with.

As if noticing his rising stress, a waitor came over and offered him a tray of cigarettes and cigars, difft lighters lined perfectly next to them. He took a cigar from the tray, they were already snipped, letting the waitor light it from him. He chewed at the end as he inahled a deep breath of smoke.

You were pressed to Paul. The older man's arm squished against your chest as your hands ever so tightly trailed his body. Paul was smiling at you as you laughed at his comment. Making sure to put more force into it as you patted his chest. Acting as if he was the funniest man you've ever met.

Suddenly, you fell onto Jake's lap. You glanced back at him seeing his grumpy expression. You couldn't help but scoff through your nose as you got comfortable. Thankful how thick his thighs were as you crossed your legs. He wrapped one arm around your waist to help you steady yourself.

This act didn't go unnoticed by the others at the table. Some were disapproving whilst others saw it as amusing. The table all drank meanwhile Jake's hand moved under the slit of your dress, nails dragging against your thigh as he rubbed circles into it. As if trying to soothe himself. Thanks to the height of the table no one could see but even if they could, you doubted they'd care.

"Close your legs." You muttered, feeling your legs go dead.

Jake huffed as he sat straighter, no longer exaggerating his man spread. Helping you get more comfortable as your legs now straddle his. You leaned to the side to make sure he was still visible. He hugged your waist he listened to the people's conversion. Tracing their words into your skin to memorise it.

He let out a long drag of his cigar, blowing it towards your face with a small grin. You blew it away from you with your hand, matching his expression as you squeezed the hand on your waist.

As the conversation went on, you took his place in listening in. He talked with a lazy tone; always pushing the conversion back to them. You piped up whenever you saw an opportunity. Making the men puff their chest as they boasted about their newest bussiness.

Whenever you talk Jake would blow smoke into your face. You wanted to snap at him as the smell engulfed your senses. A slight sting to your eyes but you settled on a much more acceptable response. After all, they knew you as his date.

As he blew another puff you grabbed his chin, a tight grip to warn him of your growing aggravation. Even if you couldn't bring yourself to ever be truly mad at him, he knew not to test you too much. His eyes widened for a second as your lips pressed against his, the smoke pouring into your mouth. It was disgusting. But you leaned back to your original position, exhaling it out quickly to the side.

Jake's grip on you tightened, causing you to completely lean on him. Your ass brushing his crotch as he clinged to you.

You had a weird taste in men. You had to admit. This kind of thing always got to you. His possessive nature kicking in and making him hold you close. Wanting to show you off. You were sure if he could he would cover you in hickies everyday to make sure people got the picture but that wasn't possible. It made you shiver with delight as your heart raced.

Your body was moving before you could even think. Your slowly rolled your hips back as you grinded against him.

"¿De verdad quieres jugar a este juego, cariño?" He mumbled, eyeing the others to make sure they couldn't hear him. (Do you really want to play this game, honey?)

His teeth clenched around his cigar as he placed his hand on your lower stomach. Helping you keep a good pace. A reminder to not get lost in the feeling.

"You gotta tell me, Lockley, where did you find this one?"

"A warehouse."

They all snickered, believing his dead tone to be sarcasm. You stiffened as you stared at them. If only they knew that was exactly where he found you.

"Give me the location and I'll see if they got any Liraz in stock." One of the men spoke up, at the end of table. He also had a woman with him but she looked much more miserable than you felt.

Jake sucked in a breath as he gripped your hip. Moving your hips for you. You couldn't say you were that shocked. But apart of you was grateful. You tried to only focus on the stimulation you were receiving. Your nails digging into his leg as you forced back a moan.

Jake's dark eyes shot over to him. His brows scrunching slightly. Saving the conversation in his mind and his face. He tapped your thigh three times; a signal to a possible new target.

"Unless, you're willing to give me yours, I'll pay you generously." The man kept his tone light, able to pass it off as a joke as the others looked between you two amused.

Another one chiming out they'll pay double. All laughing at eachother. You and Jake both knew this was a table full of scumbags. All of them - this entire mansion was filled with them. Every guest was apart of some sort of organisation.

"You couldn't afford." His accent was thicker than ever. A sign of his anger rising. "None of you could."

You bit your lip as you felt him get hard. A wick joy came over you knowing if you moved it would be visible for anyone to see.

"A one of a kind, huh? How unfortunate." The man at the end of table spoke. He sounded disappointed, as if he truely believed Jake would give you up.

Your movements stopped. Fighting back a frown as you looked down at the man's hands. It made you sick to your stomach. The man beside you didn't even need to look at you to know you felt. He caressed your thigh as he hid behind you, just enough to kiss your shoulder. You immediately melted. Letting out a breath as he whispered against your skin.

He took another drag of his shrinking cigar. It was on its last life as he kept the smoke in with clenched teeth. He blew it towards you once more, your lips immediately twitched. Before you could even retort he chucked the cigar bud into an ash tray.

"I need some air." Was all he said as he stood up. Causing you to stumble off his lap. You didn't even need to worry about covering him, he kept his grip on you tight.

"Oh? Something the matter, friend?"

Paul asked, looking genuinely worried. He seemed like a nice guy when he wasn't having innocent people killed to grow his bussiness.

"Too much smoke."

The host called over a guard, asking him to take you two to one of the nearest bedrooms. He turned to you clarifying it has a balcony. You nodded as Jake whisked you away. Walking with one single thing in his mind.

*~~~(smut here)

As soon as the door closed behind you, he was shoving you towards the lounge chair in the middle of the room. You landed with a small oof. Jake knocked on the wall and paused. Locking the door as he started grinning to himself. He looked back at you with a wild look in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes."

You stuttered out a noise of suprise. You really shouldn't be. You knew exactly what doing that would do. You couldn't stand being in that room and all you wanted was to focus on him. The target could wait. You had all night to blow this place up.

"you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes."

His voice was deep. It made you shiver as you fumbled with the zipper at the back. Practically throwing the dress off as you kicked it to a random spot on the floor. Your heels flying off with it.

"All of them."

He didn't move an inch. Watching you as you took off your underwear. Moonlight pouring in through the balcony was the only source of light you had. Just about able to see his face as he stood in the shadows.

The cold air nipped at your exposed skin. Fingers digging into the cushion bellow you. Waiting with baited breath for his next move. The first thing he did was throw off his jacket. His footsteps echoing through the room as you looked up at him.

He curled a finger towards himself and you immediately followed. On your hands and knees before him, he didn't say anything. Still figuring out what he wanted to do with you. Your hands wondered up, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Trailing your fingers along his exposed chest as you took his shirt off.

He snarled as he looked down at you. Yanking his pants down just enough to free himself. It slapped your cheek making you gasp. He pulled your head back with a tight grip, his other hand began pumping his cock.

"Apologize."

"For?" You grinned as his brows scrunched.

"Don't be a brat."

He hissed out. His climax already reaching its peak. Just dangling off the very edge as he squeezed along his cock. Thrusting into his closed fist as his thumb caressed the tip.

Jake grunted as he felt the band in his stomach tighten. “open your mouth-!"

You glared at him in defiance. He pulled your head back rougher this time. You let out a yelp as he pushed the head of his cock to your lips. You opened your mouth as wide as you could as your tongue rolled out. Sending him right over the edge as he spilled on your face.

But that wasn't enough. He pushed your head down, you sucked on the head with a moan. Slurping as much as you could to get every last drop.

You knew he was going to be rough but this? Oh it was amazing. You bopped your head up and down as you hummed. Swirling your tongue as he fought back cumming again.

He pried you off. You were grinning whilst he breathed heavily through his nose. Calming down his nerves as you gave his dick little kitten licks. You knew you were testing his restraint. But you couldn't really care. He wanted to be annoying? Well, now it's your turn.

Your back landed back on the sofa. He climbed over the arm of the chair to join you. Standing on the cushion, still looking displeased. You held back a snicker as you wiggled your hips. His eyes immediately following your movement.

“Be a good slut and spread your legs” He tapped your leg with his foot. Shoes still on. Despite your attitude he was still putting in faith you'll do as he says.

He knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to control you. No matter how bratty you behaved, it was all a plea for him to fuck you. You both knew it. It's why he coud keep some form of paitence. It was all but a game of back and forth.

You stretched out, humming as you arched your back Getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the pillows by the other arm of the chair. Jake scoffed as he muttered something to himself. You were too happy to care for what he said.

Spreading your legs to reveal your arousal. As he began to bend down you rubbed your foot up his thigh. He grabbed your ankle to keep your leg in the air as he finally kneeled. Nudging your other leg to move further.

You felt completely exposed like this. Gasping as his fingers circled your hole. Cum still sticky on his hand. You tried to hold back your moan as you looked at the door.

“These walls are pretty thick." He pointed out, chuckling to himself as he pressed one finger into you. "Means you and i can be as loud as we want, tesoro.”

You let out a hum as your back arched. Your hands unable to decide where to go, trailing them up your body as you squeezed and brushed whenever you could. Knowing that Jake would want nothing more for your hands to be his.

"Seems like you're more eager than I am." You grinned, pointing down at his cock. It was red with need as it stayed pressed against his stomach.

Your grin was completely slapped off your face as he thrusted in a second finger. Sliding them in and out as he worked you open. Knowing you'll need prep for you could take him fully. Your mouth was stuck as an 'o'. His fingers moving quick and deep inside you.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?"

He plunged until he was knuckles deep. Keeping them there for a few moments as your legs twitched before he moved once again.

Your head rolled back as your back arched more violently. His fingers just brushing that sweet spot. Your rolled your hips hoping he could reach but it was futile. But what surprised you was that you caught your own reflection. You could see what he was doing, just about, watching his fingers slide in and out of you.

“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

You mewled as you shut your eyes. Your hand rising to cover your burning cheeks. Looking back at him. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, licking his lips. He glanced up to see your face hidden.

Jake put your leg to his shoulder as he reached out. Moving your hand away as he pinned your wrist to the sofa.

"don't you hide that cute face from me, ¿No quieres verme?" (Don't you want to see me?)

He teased. Prodding a third finger you squirmed away as you felt completely stuffed. You doubt you could take anymore but it felt so good. He could reach so deep like this and with three fingers - oh god he was filling you up. But it only made you feel more desperate to have him actually inside you. His dick would feel so much better than his fingers. It could actually reach that spot that made you see stars.

He suddenly pulled out. You let out a whine as you grabbed at his wrists. Unable to reach due to your position. "No-!"

He just grinned. Aligning himself to your entrance. Never putting himself in, just rubbing it against you.

"Want it? Does my little slut want my big cock? Want me to fill ya up, Mi amor?"

You shook your head. Brain buzzing as your words died in your throat. You wanted him so bad but you refused to admit it. Still wanting to aggravate him. You couldn't stop it. It was so much fun to watch him lose his composure. To utterly take over your body and use you as he pleases.

"No?" His grin began to strain. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

It was so easy to push his buttons. Your stomach fluttered as he glared at you.

"Like you're going to die if I don't fuck you."

He took hold of your hips as you were suddenly flipped over. Pulling your butt towards him as your head was propped up by the pillows.

You wiggled your hips as you rolled them back. Brushing yourself against his needy cock. He let out a groan as he finally pressed himself in. Barely giving you time to adjust before he thrusted forward.

"¿No es esto lo que quieres? ¿Por qué si no te mueles contra mí como una puta, HUH?". (Isn't this what you want? Why else would you grind against me like a fucking slut, HUH?!)

His thrusts were violent. Your body jolting forward with each one. You clawed at the sofa as you bit your trembling lip. Oh god it felt so good! You loved it when he was like this - so cruel. So selfish with your body.

You needed more!

"¡Obligándome a ver cómo coqueteas con todas esas escorias con una sonrisa en la cara! ¡Sabiendo exactamente lo que me hará!". ( Forcing me to watch you flirt with all those scumbags with a smile on your face! Knowing exactly what it'll do to me!)

He grabbed your chin, making you lock eyes with yourself. You could see his expression as he fucked you. Baring his teeth as he glared down at your body with nothing but pure hateful desire. He wanted to ruin you. Leave you sobbing and begging for his forgiveness.

A sadistic smile grew on his face as he made sure you were watching him. "This is the face of a bitch who's only talent is taking dick."

You clenched around him, his words going straight to your crotch. You flashed him a large smile as you mouthed 'hi'. He growled as he slammed his cock back into you making you let out a scream.

"Sigue gritando así, amor, y tal vez alguien entre". (Keep screaming like that, love, and maybe someone will come in)

You both knew that wasn't going to happen but the slight chance made your heart skip a beat. Fear and excitement rushing through you as you couldn't stop the loud moans spilling from your lips.

You were completely his. No one else's. You couldn't imagine anyone being able to make you feel this way.

"¿Quieres eso? ¿Quieres que la gente vea lo bien que te follo? Que todos sepan que eres mía". (You want that, you want people to see how good I fuck you? Let everyone know you're mine)

"Oh god- yes-! Jake you fucking own me-!"

He pulled your back to his chest. Your hands held you up as you gripped the sofa. He kept his hand tight on your chin as he nibbled your ear. Trailing kisses down your jaw before biting down. You cried out as he sucked on the mark.

Jake let out a shaky moan as you clenched. Being able to hit your g-spot from his position. Your body bounced as you were left to be fucked like a toy. His hips slamming up into yours. Skin smacking against each other drowned out from the noises you were making.

"You like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do." His voice was gruff as he became breathless.

He joined you in watching your reflection. Loving the way he could see himself fuck you. Watching his cock disappear into your hole. How sloppy it sounded. How good and warm you felt.

"Oh cariño, puedo sentirlo-". (Oh honey, I can feel it)

His hips stuttered as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened.

"¿Quieres correrte? Puedes hacerlo, córrete en mi polla.". (You want to cum? You can do it, cum on my cock)

You moaned as your nails dug into the fabric. Your breath knocked out of you as you felt your climax crash over you. Sensitivity creeping as he made no move to stop. Chasing his own desperate release.

He was still hitting your insides so deep. You trembled as you slipped from his grasp. He kept his hands to your hips as you used the sofa as support.

Jake was no longer seething with jealousy. He hasn't been for awhile. He just enjoyed making you like this. But that doesn't mean he won't punish you for being an a brat this entire time.

"you can give me another one, can't you toots?"

He bit down on your shoulder. You let out a cry as your second climax ripped through you. You were far too sensitive now. Unable to catch your breath as he stayed relentless. You could hardly move. Limp as you tried to squirm away. Your mind unable to tell what it wanted as you rolled your hips. It felt so good but it was too Much. Your skin was on fire.

"Hurts-!" Everything did. The iron grip on your hips. The bites he left on you. Your head from where he yanked you around. Your jaw and throat were sore from how much you've screamed. The pleasure was painful.

Deliciously painful. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you whined.

"aw, it hurts?" His voice soft as his hands loosened. He kissed your shoulder, exactly where he bit it. Whispering words of encouragement as you moved your body in time with him.

You nodded. Letting out choked sobs as he kept drilling into you. It wasn't long before his movements became sloppy. Growling and grunting as he chased his release. Pressing against you as he finally came. Cum filling your worn out hole causing a third climax to be time from you.

Before he shoved your hips back. Taking in his entire length after he pulled out. "What a shame, you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied, got it?"

He pulled out with a sigh. Helping you lay down more comfortably. Cradling you close to his chest as you panted. Your legs were shaking and twitching.

"I'm sorry...." Your voice came out meak. Unable to muster your voice anything above a whisper. "I love you, im yours."

Jake kissed your forehead as he ran his hand up and down your hips. "It's okay, I love you too."

You snuggled closer to him, smiling as you finally felt content. Jake let you rest, waiting until he heard a soft snore before redressing himself. Folding up your clothes and placing them near by. He looked down at your underwear, pocketing it before he finally wrapped a nice blanket around your sleeping form.

He gave you one last kiss before he took out his gun. Checking it's bullets as he marched out. Making sure to check the lock. It was time to fulfil his duty and he didn't need you to see the destruction he was about to bring.

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Gone Too Soon

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Genre: ANGST, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Leon end up having a miscarriage and he heavily blames himself. Now he wants to try again.

WARNINGS: miscarriage, cursing, alochol as a coping mechanism, depression, self doubt, oral sex (m&f), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (stay safe my friends!)

A/N: I know this is a VERY touchy subject. I personally have never had a miscarriage but I know someone who has so this may not be 100% accurate. Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it sucks😅

Lennox is pronounced Len (rhymes with pen) nox (Nyx like the makeup brand or Nick's)

Leon never really wanted to have kids. With your all's job and the world that everyone was living in with B.O.W.s and death knocking on the door, the last thing he ever wanted was bringing another life into it. So when you first told him you were pregnant, it didn't settle well with him. Leon didn't see himself as the parenting type and the thought of something happening to you or the baby terrified him. But now that you both had accepted it and you were now 7 weeks pregnant, Leon couldn't be happier. He was always rubbing and littering your lower belly with kisses, telling it how much he loved the little being growing inside of you.

"I hope we have a girl." Leon said while you two were laying in bed. His right hand was gently rubbing your belly while he had his left arm around you, pulling you to his chest.

"As long as they have your blue eyes, I don't care what we have." You said smiling moving a strand of your husband's blonde hair out of his face. Even though he was only in his black sweatpants, you couldn't help but think of how handsome he was. Leon rolled his eyes smiling, kissing you and your belly goodnight.

A few hours later you rolled out of bed to head to the bathroom. You had thought that your bladder was just full and the pressure was just from having to relive yourself. When Leon awoke from you screaming his name, he thought someone had come in and attacked you. He jumped out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom door busting it open.

"Babe! What's wro-." Leon stood to doorway of the bathroom and found you laying on the floor with your hands and disheveled h/c locks covering your face and crying your eyes out. You had removed your sleep pants and underwear and he tried his best to look away from them and what was on them. He sat on the floor beside you and pulled you in his lap; your head on his bear chest as you sobbed while your hands were in fists. He rubbed your back trying to soothe you and trying to ignore the aching pain in his heart. After a few minutes your cries of pain turned into faint sobs.

"We need to go to the hospital, Sweetheart. We need to see what's going on" Leon said just above a whisper. He knew in his mind exactly what happened. You both did, but he needed to make sure you yourself was actually okay physically.

*****

It had been ten months since you and Leon had lost the baby. To say Leon was depressed was an understatement. At the beginning of the loss he stayed strong for your sake. Always telling you it wasn't your fault, you didn't disappoint him, and that he loved you more than anything else in the world. But he was so focused on you and your grieving, that he never got to properly grieve himself. He started drowning himself in alcohol again to numb the pain and became more aggressive towards Claire and Chris. Tonight was no different when you got a call at 8pm from Claire.

"Y/N... Its Leon... He's been drinking too much and he's refusing to head home." She said in a sad voice. Your heart sank at the thought of Leon drowning himself in alcohol instead of coming to you.

"I'll be right there, Claire. Can you and your brother keep an eye on him for me until I get there?"

"Of course."

You grabbed your jacket and car keys and headed out to where Claire said Leon was.

When you parked the car outside of the bar, you saw Claire standing outside of it. She walked over to you after you got out of the car and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Are you doing okay? I haven't seen you since..." Claire cut herself off not wanting to cross any lines.

"I'm doing the best I can. I just want to get Leon back to the house though and get some sleep." Claire nodded and the two of you headed into the building. When you entered you caught Chris with his hand on Leon's arm, trying to force his attention causing Leon to shove him away forcefully.

"WILL YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE, REDFIELD."

"NOT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND HEAD BACK HOME TO YOUR WIFE."

"GUYS!" Claire shouted, forcing the two to look over at her and Leon's eyes to focus on your form standing beside her. You walked over to stand beside Leon, causing Chris to move out of way and stand beside Claire. You placed your hand on top of his shoulder, looking into his broken eyes.

"Babe, I-"

"Not now, Leon." You softly said cutting him off. "Please, just come home." Your voice shaking. It took him a few moments but he gave a slight nod before picking up his leather jacket and heading towards the exit. You looked other at Chris and he gave you a sad smile while Claire told you to call her if you needed anything.

The drive back home was silent between the two of you. You focused on driving while Leon looked back and forth between the outside window and his lap, the alcohol slowly wearing off. When you arrived back your place, you hopped into the shower to de-stress yourself. When you walked back into the living room, you saw Leon sitting on the couch, eyes shut, hand on a glass of whiskey that was sitting on his thigh. You walked over to the sit beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, your head on his chest. You felt Leon relax to your touch as he let out a deep sigh.

"Leon... We need to talk about this."

Leon went to bring the glass of alcohol up to his lips, but your hand on top of the glass and staled his movements. He looked down into your e/c eyes before pulling away and placing the glass on the coffee table.

"I'm so fucking sorry... Its my fault we lost the baby." Leon said looking down to the floor trying to hold back his tears.

"What the hell are you-"

"I didn't want kids. I never wanted kids. And I was so upset when I first found you were pregnant and blamed myself for not being careful enough." He said looking into your eyes facing you. "But then I got so fucking happy. I started loving the idea of seeing the first sonogram, hearing the heartbeat, feeling the kicks in your belly, you being called "mommy", and having another reason to keep this shithole we call the world safe." You noticed his voice started shaking more and tears were on the verge of escaping his now dull blue eyes. You weren't going to speak just yet, no matter how hard you wanted to cry. He needed to get everything out. Leon looked down at your wedding ring, and held onto your hand like his life depended on it.

"I thought three years ago when we got married that having you as my wife was the best feeling in the world and losing you would kill me. But us having a family was best feeling in the world and it was taken away from me because I was too selfish and scared in the beginning. And I want kids now but I'm terrified of them being taken away from me like this again." he said allowing his tears finally fall.

You wrapped your arms around his shaking form and laid down in the couch, situation yourself so he could lay his head on your chest. You gently ran your fingers through his soft golden locks to soothe him, letting your tears fall as well.

"Leon... this is not your fault and its absolutely NOT the world punishing you. You were scared and didn't know what to do. Hell, I was terrified." You lifted up his face to have him focus on you, gently stroking his stubbley cheek with your thumb.

"But you can NOT blame yourself for this. I love you too fucking much to see you fight yourself and think that world is punishing you for being scared." Your were crying in full force now. Leon gently grabbed the back of your neck, placing a gentle and loving kiss on your lips. You kissed him back smiling. Leon slowly pulled away, letting your noses still touch.

"I love you too, Angel." He said smiling, running his finger through your soft h/c locks. He paused for a moment, thinking about you, your lives, and everything that you both had been through. He looked into your e/c eyes with his loving blue ones.

"I want us to try again. I want a baby. Please, Sweetheart?"

Your heart swelled at the words coming from him. You've been wanting to try again over the last month, but were terrified of the outcome. But more than that you were willing to risk it all to have a family with the love of your life. With a giant smile on your face you said "Yes, Leon.".

That was all he needed to hear before he captured your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he pulled closer to his body. Leon’s tongue gently licked your lips for an entrance that you happily allowed, making you quietly moan and sent shivers down your spine. His started slowing lifting your t-shirt up to caress your breasts and removed your bra while kissing down your neck leaving gentle bite marks. You let out a sigh and pushed Leon's jacket off of him, making him discard it somewhere on the floor. Leon wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up to head to the bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you smiling.

"Aww, no couch sex this time?" You joked pouting your lips. Leon chuckled and peck your lips. He leaned back and removed his shirt revealing his toned body. You felt yourself getting more hot by the looking at the man above you who you loved for than life its self . As you scanned his body you noticed in his tight jeans that he was just as excited as you were. You reached your hands out to his waist to undo his belt when his hands gently grabbed your wrists. Leon looked down at you with his now dark navy blue lust and love filled eyes before placing your hands down to your sides.

"Not yet, Sweetheart." He said in a sultry voice causing your arousal to heighten. Leon removed your jeans in one swift motion. You look down at him as he place his large calloused hands on waist line of your panties, slowly pulling them off. The cool air caused you too shiver as it met your hot wet folds. You let out a quiet moan as he began kissing your inner thigh.

"Fuck. your soaking, Babe." Leon said while collecting your wetness.

"Leon... Please" you moaned. He smiled and gave your clit a gentle kiss before giving your heat the attention your body had been craving. His slow licks over your folds and feeling of facial hair rubbing against you set a fire inside of you. You felt your stomach begin to tighten when he began licking circles on your sensitive bud. Leon pushed your thighs up and further apart, giving him better access to suck on your clit and folds. A loud moan left your lips at the feeling and you tugged on his silky blonde locks. Leon moaned at the sting on his scalp, lavishing in the feeling and taste of your juices. He slowly inserted his index and in middle fingers into your wet cavern, rubbing that sensitive spot inside of you.

"Fuuck, Leon." You moaned bucking your hips against his tongue and fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers, signaling that you were close to your high. Leon moved his fingers faster, making your back lift off the bed and toes curl. Your orgasm took over your body, leaving you breathless. Your body shook and your juices soaking the sheets. Leon removed his fingers from inside you to lick off the mess on them and rubbed your thighs. He gently kissed your lips, allowing you to taste your release.

"You good, baby?" He said smirking while resting his forehead against yours. Catching your breath, you smiled.

"Better than good. But I think its only fair if I pay you back." You said smirking. Leon sat on his knees and allowed your hands removed his belt. With his help you removed his jeans and boxer briefs. His hard dick hit right below his belly button, the tip an angry red with a little bit of precum making your mouth drool. You positioned yourself so that you were sat up a little but still laying down and he was above you. You placed your hands around him and gently started stroking then up and down. Leon took a deep breath as you ran you thumb over his sensitive head before slowly taking him into your mouth. His length was hot and heavy on your tongue and the taste of his precum only turned you on more. You swirled your tongue around his tip and gently kissed it before kissing up from his pelvis to his faint happy trail while you continued to stroke him.

"God, you're going to be the end of me." Leon moaned out, looking into your e/c while gently stroking your cheek. Your smirked and popped him back into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while stroking what couldn't fit into your mouth. Leon gently pulled you away kissed your lips, making you lay back down. You looked up at him confused.

"Not tonight, Babygirl.". He said before he slowly slid himself inside of you, kissing your forehead. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of him stretching your tight walls.

"Fuck..." Leon groaned at how tight you were. He moved his hips at a slow but deep pace while nipping at your neck collar bone. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him as close to you as physically possible so your bodies were flushed against each other. He slowly started picking up his pace, lifting your legs around his waist so he could hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your body felt like it was in fire, your nails digging into his back. Your walls hugged him like a vice, showing that you were close, making him moan into your neck.

"I love you." He whispered, his ocean eyes staring in yours with your foreheads and noses touching.

"I lo- love you too, Leon. So much." You said as you felt almost reaching your high. Leon placed his thumb on clit, tracing circles around. You moaned loudly, Leon kissing you passionately as you came hard. As you felt yourself come undone, your second orgasm much more intense than the first; you felt Leon cum inside of you. The warmth of his seed soothing your aching walls, he gently pulled away from the kiss. He rubbed his nose against yours while gently rubbing your sides with him still inside of you as he began softening. Both of you held each other close, trying to catch your breathes. After a few minutes, Leon slowly pulled himself out of you, both of you whimpering as you missed the feeling of each other. He pulled you close, laying your head on top of his chest and wrapping the covers over the both of you.

"You okay?" Leon asked tired while stroking your cheek. You moved a strand of his disheveled hair out of his face.

"I've never been better." You said with a tired smile, bringing him into a gentle kiss. "I love you, Leon." You said.

Leon smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"I love you more.".

****

"The files for the new job are in the manila envelope over there." You said pointing to the kitchen island.

"Another? I just came back from one." Leon said as he walked over to you.

"Yeah, but apparently were working on this one together." You said shrugging your shoulders.

Leon sat down at the island and opened the envelope and saw some papers and another white envelope. Leon looked over the papers and saw that one was actually a blood test from the doctor's and one thing stood out to him

Y/N Kennedy:

Pregnancy Test- Positive

Leon stared at the words in front of him for a moment in awe. He jumped from where he was sitting, knocking the bar stool over, and ran over to you gently placing his hands on your belly.

"You're pregnant?! How far along are you?!" Leon asked excited.

You laughed at how he was basically acting like a kid getting the best Christmas present he could have gotten.

"Yup. I'm 10 weeks and the baby is as healthy as they can be."

Leon picked you up in his strong arms and gently twirled you around kissing you.

"You still have another thing to open, Kennedy." You said when he set you down, handing him the little envelope.

Leon looked at you and opened it. In the envelope were sonogram pictures. Leon felt tears fall down his face as he looked at the pictures. The pictures that symbolized your loved for each other. The little creation that was made out of the of you. Leon slightly jumped as he felt you wrapped your arms about his waist from beside him and kiss his chest; he instinctively wrapped his left arm around your shoulder pulling you close.

"So, Mr. Kennedy. Are you ready to complete this mission with me?" You said looking up and smiling.

Leon set the sonogram down before wiping the tears from his face. He gently kissed your lips "Always, Mrs. Kennedy.".

****Epilogue****

Leon stepped through the front door of the house barley getting his shoes off before he heard the thumping of little feet.

"DADDY! I MISSED YOU." Your three-year-old daughter came running towards Leon and jumped into his arms.

Leon smiled at the girl with cute freckles and moved a strand of her h/c hair out of her face, gently kissing her forehead.

"Hi Princess, I missed you too. Where's Mommy?" He asked.

"I'm in here." You called from your shared bedroom.

"C'mon Daddy!" Your daughter said, as her gorgeous bright blue eyes she got from her father sparkled.

"Lennox, why don't you go grab a book for Daddy to read to you for bed?" you said.

"Okay, Mommy!" Lennox ran as fast as her little legs could take her into her bedroom to grab her book. Leon smiled at you. You were in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers that you had been wearing to bed as of late

“I missed my girls" Leon said while wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands landing on the small bump of your stomach. "He giving you a hard time?" He ask as he kissed your shoulder and laid his head on the crook of your neck. Leon could tell you were exhausted by how you relaxed immediately in his arms.

"Yeah, I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. Nyx was never this terrible when I was pregnant with her. He's going to be a stubborn pain in the ass like you". You said smiling causing Leon to laugh. He gently turned you around and kneeled down so he was at eye level with your belly and placed a gentle hand on it.

"Listen here little buddy. Give your mom a break okay? She's amazing and loves you very much. But she can't handle too us or she'll lose her shit." He gently spoke. You both felt a little kick from inside, almost like the little one was responding to you making you both laugh.

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page kiddo." Leon said while kissing your stomach.

"I GOT IT!!" Lennox announced as she came back into the bedroom. Leon picked her up and carefully threw her over his shoulder making her laugh hysterically as he carried her into her room. You followed them into Lennox’s room and smiled as Leon kneeled down next to her bed and began tickling and giving her kisses. Once your daughter was asleep, the two of headed to bed yourselves. You laid down beside your husband and he began rubbing your belly again.

“'Not father material my ass" you said chuckling.

Leon rolled his eyes smiling before kissing your forehead. “I wouldn’t have this any other way.” He said looking into your eyes.

“Me either. I love you Leon Scott Kennedy.”

“I love you more Y/N Kennedy."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader smut #resident evil x reader

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mint-yooxgi · 3 years

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part 2 of fallen angel jaehyun?

Part One

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"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" A sigh leaves your lips as you take in a familiar sight.

"Can you blame me?" He responds, grin tugging at his lips.

"Yes," you quirk a brow at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest as the feathers on your wings ruffle. "I can."

Though the occasion may be different, you still weren't expecting to run into him again. Especially not after you made your warning clear last time. However, considering you are on earth at the moment, the chances of seeing him are much higher now. Like hell he was going to waste that opportunity to see you again. After all, you cannot attack him in the realm of which he was banished to.

"I wanted to see you," nothing but honesty shines in his eyes, and the intensity makes you avert your gaze for a moment.

"I have a job to do," you dismiss him without a second thought, but he grabs your wrist before you can fly away. "Release me."

"No," he smirks, but it falters slightly at the look you send him. Quickly, he fixes his mistake, unhanding you, but staying close enough to make sure you can't just run out on him. "I don't know why you insist on leaving me every time we meet."

It's true. Every time he manages to get you alone, you're either flying off with some excuse, or avoiding him all together. In fact, the longest time he managed to get you alone was when you cornered him at the gala the other night. All he wants is your attention, but you seem so keen on not giving that to him.

"I have nothing to say to you," you tell him bluntly, and he feels that familiar cool sting pierce his heart.

"Well, I have plenty to say to you," he continues, which only causes you to quirk a brow at him.

Looking at him expectantly, you wait for him to continue. Except, beneath your gaze, he finds he is at a loss for words. How, exactly, is he to convince you that you two are meant to be together? You hardly acknowledged his confession at the gala, refusing to believe that it was you he fell for, and not Mary like you so thought. He'd do anything for you to stay by his side, for you to finally be his. Unfortunately for him, when it comes time to express this, he cannot.

"If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving," making to turn around, he is able to stop you once more.

In an instant, he's cupping your face in his hands, lips pressed against yours. His hold on you is careful, much gentler than it could be, but you're too stunned to do anything for the moment. It's not until you feel the gentle stroke of his thumb over your cheek do you snap back to your senses, pushing him off of you quite harshly as your wings flare out behind you.

Stumbling back a few paces, Jaehyun can hear the blood pumping in his ears. Finally, after all this time, he got to do one thing that he so badly craved. He got to kiss you. Though, he wishes it could have lasted longer, for your lips truly felt like divine sin. One which he'd gladly fall for over and over again.

"What was that?" Your eyes are hard as you glare in his direction.

Except, Jaehyun is now in his own little world. Caught in a daze, he brings his one hand up to trace his fingers gently over the skin of his lips, for they are still tingling from the touch of yours. His wings flutter as a shiver runs down his spine, wide eyes meeting yours.

"Marry me," his words have your own eyes widening in response.

"I beg your pardon?"

Marriage between angels is not uncommon, but it is also not something that happens often. It can be done, but it is one of the most holiest of ceremonies between divinities. Bonding yourselves together for life is no easy, nor simple, task.

The two of you blink at each other, a moment of silence shrouding your interaction. You must not have heard him properly.

However, the next words out of his mouth confirm your worst fears.

"Marry me," his eyes shine with a type of hopeful admiration, clouded by want as he licks his lips. "I want you to fall with me."

#ask #yandere jaehyun #jaehyun drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles #fallen angel au

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bunnyywritings · 3 years

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true love’s kiss

tenya iida x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

requested by @coleluuviida : So may I request a iida tenya x gn! reader? The plot I want is where reader likes reading a lot of books and comics, they will read romance, action, horror, etc. So then one day reader and the dekusquad are eating lunch together, reader was quick eating their lunch so that they can continue reading their book but then iida ask about what their reading and reader go on and on how, and why they like the story with passion iida was listen with joy even the dekusquad are listening in. After that reader let iida borrow their book the rest is up to your imagination!

[a/n: thank you so much for trusting me with your request sweetheart!! i’m sorry it took so long but here it is, i hope you enjoy! I kinda got carried away...it’s been a while since i’ve properly written so i apologize if it’s not very good :/ without further adieu, here’s some adorable iida content cause he’s the best and deserves the world - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

It was never strange to see you with your nose buried in between the pages of a book. Your friends found it endearing.Some people, literally just Bakugou, found it a bit ridiculous.

Denki and Kirishima made a game out of it. They would bet on the genre you were reading purely based on your reactions alone. If your cheeks ever got flushed and your eyes wide, 10/10 it was probably a cheesy romance manga. If your brows were furrowed and your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, it was a mystery novel. A forlorn look in your eyes ment it was some type of magical book with Knights, Wizards, and Dragons (oh my!)

But somebody in particular, albeit enamored by your love of literature, was also concerned.

Iida was in your group of friends and so he had witnessed first hand your obsession with finishing a book. Sometimes you wouldn't eat during lunch because you were so enthralled and when he did get you to eat something, you raced to finish your food so you could grab your book once more and pick up where you left off. You weren't much of a talker and no one at the table really minded your lack of conversation and let you be.

However, this time around, it was different. Iida noticed the bags under your eyes and knew that you hadn't been sleeping. You had been engaging in class and you were keeping up with your studies but the second you guys were allowed a break or you all were let out for lunch, you picked up your book and resumed reading.

Even as you walked with them to the cafeteria, your eyes hadn't left the page. You had your book in one hand and your other was gripping the end of Shoto's blazer, leading you to where you needed to go.

"It must be a really good one this time." Kirishima muttered to Denki, both watching in amusement as you were being led around by a nonchalant Shoto.

So as you sat at the lunch table, Iida watched in concern. Even with your favorite food in front of you, you still hadn't put the book down. As much as he hated what he was about to do, he just couldn't do nothing.

"(Y/n), as much as I hate to disrupt your reading...I must know, is a book really more important than sleep? Or more important than eating a healthy meal?"

All conversation came to a screeching halt. No one had ever really disrupted your reading before...so no one knew what to expect when Iida spoke up. The seconds were tense as they ticked by and as you moved your hand, they all held their breath, but instead of bookmarking your page, your finger deftly slipped under the corner of the page and turned to the next one.

"Huh...they didn't even hear you." Ochako giggled.

Sighing, Iida reached over and placed his hand flat on the pages, successfully obstructing your view of the letter on the pages.

"(Y/n)..."

Normally, you'd be a slight bit annoyed that someone had interrupted you but it was Iida. Sweet, sweet Iida.

"Oh. Sorry." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, "I must've not heard you. What's wrong?"

Iida sighs.

“I'm just concerned, is all. What's got you so interested?"

"You really want to know?" He noticed how your eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Yes, I really want to know."

And with that, you went off on a whole tangent.

Explaining the story from the very beginning. Giving character description with wild and elaborate hand gestures. Even going as far as adding sound effects to fight scenes. This was nothing new for Shoto or Midoriya. They had often asked about the stories you read and quite enjoyed hearing you re-tell them. Shoto never had anyone tell him bedtime stories but he assumes

this is what they would've been like.

Iida was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He's never seen you speak about something so passionately, other than the time he had asked you why you wanted to be a hero.

So as you went on and explained what you've been reading, he felt himself fall even more. He was intently listening.

You had been reading a rom-com style, action book about two knights going on a quest to slay a dragon to break an evil curse. There were wizards and mystical forest creatures. Once you finished, you had asked if he wanted to read it once you were done.

Now...this wasn't really Iida's cup of tea. Don't get him wrong, he loves sitting and enjoying a book but fantasy books

aren't really his style.

"So..? Would you want to read it? Ya' know, see for yourself?" The look in your eyes was absolutely adorable, he couldn't possibly say no.

"S-Sure, I'd love to borrow it."

He wasn't too worried though, you still had a few chapters to go and surely you'd forget about it.

Boy was he wrong.

As he was getting ready for bed, the knock on his door confused him. Upon opening the door, there you stood in your pajamas

with the book tightly clutched in your hands.

"Sorry I took so long but here you go. Let me know what you think." You had an excited smile playing on your lips.

"Oh...thank you." He reached out and took the book from your outstretched grasp.

He read through the first chapter before going to bed, slightly intrigued.

It took him about a month to read, maybe a little longer since he definitely took breaks and focused more on school than anything...but eventually, he finished.

You had been hanging out in the common room when Iida had walked in, book in hand. It took you a while to notice since you had been buried in another .

“Oh, hey Iida!” Ochako grinned.

You turned and took notice of what was in his possession and your smile grew.

“You finished! What’d you think?”

“Uhm well, it was quite...quite interesting-” He was fumbling with his words, something that’s a bit unusual for him.

“Oh...you didn’t like it?” your face fell and his heart dropped a little.

“No, no! What I mean is that-!”

“It’s okay, you can be honest. It’s not for everyone.”

“I did like it but there’s something that I didn’t quite understand. Why would they risk leaving the magma gem? From my understanding, it would’ve given them the abilities needed to slay the dragon.” The complete and utter confusion on his face was adorable.

“Come on, Ingenium!” You chuckled quietly. “If they had gotten the gem, they wouldn’t have been able to save their partner. Remember, sometimes the best strategy is to run and get help instead of fighting a fight that you can’t win.”

“But they didn’t even slay the dragon!”

“They didn’t because that wasn’t needed to break the curse. The only way to break the curse was with true love’s kiss.”

“That’s not very logical. How would that break a deadly curse?”

“Don’t underestimate the power of love, Iida. It’s quite strong.”

Upon hearing those words he looked up from the book and into your eyes...had they always been that mesmerizing? His heart hammered in his chest as he parted his lips to speak once more.

“W-would you show me?” This was a big leap of faith for him. He had confided in Midoriya a while ago when he realized his feelings for you, and ever the observant one, Midoriya had a feeling that you felt the same way. There had been multiple times where he had caught you gazing longingly at the class rep.

Now you...you were stunned. Your cheeks had flushed red and your mouth was agape. Taking your silence as a rejection, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head.

“I apologize, that was quite forward of me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He placed the book down on the couch and got up. Once he turned away from you, you had realized that the words in your head never left your mouth so you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait…” your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you and turned back around. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just surprised that you feel the same way I do.”

There was a small silence that followed but your body seemed to move on its own. You held his face in your hands, the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones sent the butterflies into a frenzy.

“Can I still kiss you?” Your voice was hesitant, quiet, and it made him smile, gazing into your eyes with such a fondness that it made your stomach do flips.

“Yes...please.”

That was all you needed before leaning in, his eyes and yours fluttered shut as your lips met. Both of you were unsure but he trusted you and you trusted him. The feeling of his lips moving languidly with yours was absolutely euphoric. He tasted like mint and black tea, and his lips were soft. Gaining confidence, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

After finally pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Believe it’s strong enough now?”

“Hmm…” His chest vibrated as he hummed in feign thoughtfulness. “I may need more convincing.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida x gn!reader #request

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Hard Pass P3 (Levi X Reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi was relieved for the silence as he clicked away at his keyboard. Mike had gone to his only late class of the entire week. Which meant Levi could actually study in his room.

The scent of tea and the small aroma diffuser on his desk as well as the open window in front of him welcomed a nice calming smell that was normally masked by Mike's gym bags and sweaty clothes. Which reminded Levi of the laundry he would have to do soon.

He pressed his tea cup to his lips feeling a twinge of irritation as he was interrupted by two knocks on the door. He looked down at the time. 6:15. A little too early for Mike to be back complaining that he'd forgotten his keys.

Then it was probably one of his girls complaining that she'd left her shit in the room. If Levi had a dollar for the amount of times that had happened he could pay for a new roommate.

The next couple knocks were a bit louder. "Levi? It's Y/N.."

Y/N?!

His face practically exploded. He stood far too fast because just as quickly he was flopping over his stupid desk chair and hitting the floor with a hard thud. He gasped audibly tugging at his knee and gritting his teeth.

"Levi? Are you ok?" Came her voice again.

He pulled himself up with a huff and staggered over to the door. Unsurprisingly he had to limp. With a quick turn of the lock he yanked open the door right into his forehead. God fucking dammit.

He groaned in a mix of fury and disgust partially because he'd idiotically stood so close when opening the door and partially because he hated the stupid inanimate object.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Y/N gasped, squeezing herself inside and shutting the door behind her. "Let me see? Did you hit your eye?" She asked

Her fingers were so delicate as she brushed aside his hands. So close.. Her thumb traced the already appearing red spot on his forehead. Soo close.. She brushed his hair to the side cupping his cheeks to gently reposition his head towards the light. Close....

She breathed out a little chuckle. "It's probably gonna bruise."

Levi barely registered her words. Occupied with her beautiful eyes illuminating moonlight and the dim lights in his room. His lips parted ever so slightly. When her hands fell away he gulped and jerked his head back. Trying to find literally anything to take the edge off.

"I'll.. go find you an ice pack, ok?" Y/N began already heading for the door.

"K-knee.." Levi tried and mentally cursed himself.

"Huh?" She asked, turning back.

"M-my.. t-two please.."

Her smile was gentle, "Two ice packs. Got it." And with a little wave she was out the door. Her lingering touch still causing heat to pool in Levi's chest.

~~~~

"Aww sweetie, are you sure you're ok?"

He was not. Definitely not. One of her hands was on his uninjured knee and the other was brushing his hair away from the ice pack. He didn't even know if he'd breathed in the last 20 minutes. His brain echoing the word sweetie.

The two of you had been sat on his bed as he uncomfortably laid his head back on the wall. Trying and failing to not fixate on your touch. Every brush of your fingertips was downright intoxicating.

"You look kinda red. Do you wanna try seeing a doctor or something?"

"N-no.." It was barely audible but he knew she heard when she nodded.

If there was a hole nearby he would crawl into it and never come out. Though he also didn't wanna move as the fear of making this situation worse for himself stayed ever present.

"Let me see?" He partially removed the ice pack from his forehead, spine tingling over the way she sucked in a breath. "You should be more careful."

Levi didn't answer. Just squeezed his legs closer together and sighed. In all the time he'd been in this room he'd never hit himself in the face with the door. Just what kind of power did this girl have over him.

"I know because my little cousin has done stuff like this but you should put some cream on the bump so that it doesn't get redder and it'll go down faster."

Little cousin? That wasn't a fair comparison. Little kids do stupid things cause they're kids. Did she think about him that way? Uggghhhh.

He was yanked from his thoughts by her hand coming down to squeeze his. "Are you positive you're ok? Do you need anything else?"

"I-I'm fine.."

Just as Levi said that his attention was brought to the door. Mike had barely stepped into the room and he was already grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Well, hello." He greeted, stepping closer. "Levi, you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over. Especially not a pretty girl."

Y/N's chuckle was nervous, "Hello, you must be Levi's roommate." She stuck her hand out which Mike immediately took placing one hand on top of their joined hands.

"And you must be Y/N." He said "I've heard so much about you."

His teasing was met with a glare that could slice concrete. If Levi had known Mike was gonna come straight back to the room he definitely would've gotten rid of Y/N sooner.

"Oh? Really?" Y/N turned to look at Levi behind her. "You told him about me?" It was a split second thing but Levi could've sworn her features softened.

"Oh, no I meant Hange." Mike replied

"Oh."

Oh? Was she disappointed? It sounded disappointed? Did she want Levi to talk about her?

"But at no point did Hange tell me you were this pretty. Neither did Levi honestly, I'm kinda disappointed."

Alright that's enough of that. Levi stood. Placing the ice packs on his bed.

"You should probably leave." He gritted his teeth at how harshly it came out.

Now Mike was letting go of Y/N's hand. "Oh wait! I came to get my phone. Hange said you had it."

Levi blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that. It had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. His knee was screeching in absolute horror as he staggered his way over to his desk.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, clearly trying to hold back a snicker.

"Aw, it was an accident. I scared him."

Levi returned with the phone shooting daggers into Mike who pretended not to notice.

"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah.."

"Did you put your number into it?"

Levi's face perked up a little. "Yes."

"Ok, then I'll text you later." She assured, brushing her finger tips over his forehead once again. "Goodnight boys." And with those last words she took off.

"Faking an injury?! I didn't think you had it in you!" Mike celebrated as soon as she was gone.

"Dickhead." Levi scoffed.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the best friend who just confirmed your biggest fear moot?" Mike plopped down on his bed with a playful huff.

Levi flopped down into his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling. "One you're definitely not my best friend especially after that shit. And two I'm not you I don't fake shit to get girls."

"That would totally be hurtful if it wasn't true." Mike shrugged "I meant the fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Levi practically flipped himself out of his chair. "How do you assume that."

"Simple. Hange told me about her ex boyfriend. By the way it was probably that guy that took her from the library that day. And Hange says that a lot of guys find Y/N attractive. Because of this her ex got too overprotective and they broke up. But he had no reason to be because Y/N would always tell people she had a boyfriend or at least around Hange she did."

Levi stared at his barely drunk tea. The liquid probably cold after being left on the table so long. So she had dated that guy.. He had been so tall and pretty muscular looking, was that her type? She didn't seem like she was going to get back together with him.. but he was still around.

"All I'm saying is she seems loyal. You better snatch her up before someone else does or she gets back together with her ex."

His attention was drawn away by his phone softly buzzing on his table. He pressed the on button, swiping his pin and clicking the notification as it popped up.

Hey Levi, it's Y/N.

Listen ik you said you're ok but I bought you some cream just in case. I'll bring it to you tm ;)

His heart fluttered and ached remembering her touch and her kind words. If he didn't full blown know Mike was staring at him he would probably hug his phone.

~~~~

Too much time had passed and suddenly the whole school was on break. Levi had been dreading this. Not because he was a workaholic like Mike claimed but because he knew Hange was gonna drag him away and make him vacation.

And no form of vacation could possibly be more relaxing for him than curling up in bed with some books, doing some casual cleaning, and drinking tea with light music playing at all times. Mike was definitely going home during this time so it'd be the perfect way to spend his break.

But Hange's family owned a couple lodges and that meant another year of begging for Levi to come ski and freeze his fingers and toes off.

"Come on, Levi!"

"Absolutely not."

"Erwin!" Hange called to him where he sat on Levi's bed, scrolling through his phone.

"You knew he was going to say no." Erwin replied

"Which is why I brought you to help me make my case." Hange complained

"You clearly made an error in judgment then." Erwin retorted

Mike laughed from where he was laying on his own bed. "Might as well give it up Hange, Levi is just too stubborn about this. We all know he wants to be close to all my junk while I'm gone cause he'll miss me."

"I wouldn't hesitate to tell your stalker where you're going over break." Levi spat

"She'll figure it out anyway. She's a high class stalker. And I'm not her first." The room fell in uncomfortable silence but Mike just leaned back giving his full attention to his phone screen.

"That disturbing remark aside.." Erwin began shaking his head. "I'm going."

"And that's supposed to change my mind? How'd Hange force you into it?"

"It may stun you but I chose to go through with this all on my own. There are studies that claim it's good for the mind to get away from normality during breaks or away from your comfort zone to properly clear your mind. It'll also help you make less mistakes when classes resume."

Hange smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Levi rolled his eyes. "If I go you can't beg me next year." Hange's loud shrill screeching made Levi's heart drop out of his ass.

"Finally!!" Hange screamed in excitement as she wrapped her arms around Levi's neck.

"Get off already! You're such a pest!"

And that was how Levi ended up on a train for almost three long hours with Hange blabbering on about nothing and Erwin sat in the seat across from the two of them listening to podcasts while staring out the window of his own very sad music video.

And all of the crap Erwin had spewed about getting away being more relaxing proved to be completely from the ass as Levi shivered along wrapped in two scarves, a pair of gloves, his long green coat that fell around his ankles and a winter hat plopped over his ears.

"Walk faster Levi! Is that the best your little legs can do?!" Hange called, somehow racing her way up the slope with three bags. One that wasn't even hers

Levi grunted in irritation. Not only were they walking up a hill but it was covered in snow so deep that every step felt like he was falling.

"Do you need help?" Erwin asked, not waiting for Levi to respond as he hoisted the overnight bag off his shoulders.

Levi just huffed. "I swear Hange was made in a lab."

"As possible as that is, Hange was basically raised in the snow so this is the equivalent of dust for her." Erwin replied as the two of them trudged along.

"Her parents own multiple ski lodges why the hell did we go to the one up a fucking hill."

"The other closest one was more than 6 hours away. Did you really wanna be stuck on a train with Hange for more than 6 hours?"

Levi just groaned as they finally walked through the surprisingly big doors of the huge ski lodge. Hange raced over to the front desk as Erwin slipped onto the lobby couch, followed by Levi who was still kicking snow off his boots and his second bag.

"What's in that bag?" Erwin questioned, nodding to the luggage Levi had yanked over his lap.

He exhaled loudly giving the bag a couple soft pats. "Clothes, extra boots, extra gloves, two bottles of cleaner and a small box of tea as well as some light reading material."

"When are you gonna have time to read? We're going to be skiing most of the time we're here."

"If you think I'm getting on a ski lift you have less working brain cells than Hange."

Erwin smirked with a roll of his eyes, "Alrighty then, what's in this bag."

"All of the shit that didn't fit in this bag, toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, extra pairs of underwear-"

"Woah, Levi you can't just talk about your underwear in a public space." Erwin chuckled at his own joke.

Levi rolled his eyes, "It's bad for your health to hang around Mike as often as you do."

"How is it you're not dead yet then?" Erwin retorted

Hange had been chatting up the receptionist for almost 15 minutes, bouncing up and down in front of the desk and indulging him in the stories of their travel up here. The man just gave her a sheepish grin and honestly Levi felt a little bad for the man but a little less when he thought about how it wasn't his problem anymore.

Moblit.. his name tag read. Somehow Hange's mannerism seemed more crazed with him if that was even possible.

"Yeah.. it has been so long." He heard the man say. You got.. taller..

"We're never getting out of this lobby are we?" Erwin sighed as the two continued to chatter on. Levi and Erwin stared as Hange continued on about her car with a surprising amount of engagement from the other party. "You know they kind of remind me of you and-"

"Hey, Hange!" Erwin cut himself off as a brown haired girl that Levi instantly recognized hopped down each step, a bald boy following her. And Levi believed he remembered them from Y/N's stories as Connie and Sasha who he remembered from the party.

"Hange, what're you doing here?" He asked as the brown haired girl gave her a hug.

"My family owns the lodge so I brought Erwin and Levi for the break!" Hange said, pulling Connie into side hug that he immediately reciprocated.

"Oh god! Why didn't you tell me your plans for break? Jean would've driven all of us up here and you wouldn't have had to waste gas."

Hange just shook her head. "It's quite alright I was already out of gas so we just took the train up here."

"You didn't put gas in your car again?" Connie asked

"Wait, if you guys came then does that mean Y/N is here?" Hange asked completely dodging Connie's question.

At her name Levi bounced out of his seat. Almost launching himself into the spot next to Erwin. Pulling his hat over his eyes and sliding his back as far into the chair as he could.

"What's up with you?" Erwin questioned

"I embarrassed myself last time I was with Y/N.."

"What? Didn't she buy you cream like a month ago?"

"Y-yeah." Levi shimmied his feet together as he slid further down in his seat.

Erwin's chuckle next to him made him grimace. "I know you don't really get it Levi. But uh, making an ass out of yourself in front of your crush is the first real hurdle to knowing you've got it bad."

"Shut up.."

"It could've been worse.. You could've accidentally injured her. Or got caught by the loud mouth in your class while writing her first name and your last name in a notebook."

"Sounds like a personal story.." Levi replied, inching the hat off his eyes to look up at Erwin.

Erwin scoffed, "Point is it happens." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Levi let out a little snicker that instantly got caught in his throat. It had never occurred to him that he'd actually paid attention to the romance movies he'd seen a hundred times with his mother. But now that Y/N was walking down the stairs it was like a scene from all of those movies combined.

Her smile just as warm as always. Turtleneck sweater hugging her features along with dark blue jeans and brown boots. Each step felt slower than the last as if everything in this particular room had been put on the slowest speed imaginable.

The butterflies in his stomach swarmed like they were all chasing after one specific thing. Everytime she appeared somehow it was different.

"We're still going skiing today right?" Connie questioned as Y/N stopped on the last stair.

"If Jean's up to it sure." She replied, her cheeks flushed like she'd just walked in from outside.

"Well this is gonna be a fun weekend." Erwin said but Levi didn't even register his words. His heart stammering in his chest. "Go make a fool out of yourself." Erwin nudged

"Hey Jean! Come on!" Connie said

"Yeah, Jean I'm hungry!" Called Sasha

Levi's heart stopped, his chest crumbling in on itself. The same guy from before.. just as soon a loud crash sounded and everyone turned all at once.

"Oh god are you ok?!" Y/N was the first person by Hange's side followed by Moblit from behind the counter.

Hange let out a laugh, wincing as she pulled herself up with Moblit and Y'N's help.

"I'll be ok. Just took a little spill." She continued to laugh.

Erwin was soon standing by her side. "Are you sure, you're alright? Your face is super red.."

A momentary lapse in Hange's facial features made Erwin step back a little. "Shut up Erwin." She huffed

"You fell on your side. You should rest a little bit." Moblit said, coming closer. "Just.. in case."

"Ok.." Hange replied

Y/N seemed to relax at this information. Her gaze immediately falling on Levi surprisingly. He really hoped he didn't outwardly wince.

"Hi, Levi." She spoke plainly giving Erwin a small greeting as well before her, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were leaving the lobby.

Hange and Erwin unsurprisingly crowded into Levi's room about five minutes after the whole ordeal. But Levi couldn't even bring himself to wipe one thing down like he'd wanted to. He just laid still on the bed, eyes planted to the ceiling.

Surprisingly Hange had also stayed silent. Her eyes shut where she laid next to Levi.

"I can't believe you broke the handle on my luggage Hange." Erwin called still sat on the floor holding his luggage in one hand and the handle in the other. Pressing the broken part of the handle to his bag as if it'd be that simple to fix.

"Now what am I supposed to do?"

"It broke my fall Erwin. Be grateful."

"For what exactly?"

"I don't know!"

Levi blinked, his gaze falling on Hange for the first time since she took that spill in the lobby. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, thumbs rubbing the spot where she fell.

"Are you alright or not?" Levi questioned

"I'm fine."

"Ok, I know why Levi's upset but why're you?" Erwin chimed up

"What's Levi upset about?"

"What else? Y/N."

"Uggggghhh Levvviiiii why don't you just ask her out already?" Hange said

Levi sat up on the bed pulling his feet into his chest. Shoes long gone, pushed up against the wall as soon as they'd walked into the room.

"I'm not talking about this shit anymore this week."

"Levi, if we're staying here all of this week and next then chances are she's also staying here all week and next. Which means somewhere in here is a perfect opportunity to-"

"Get in her bed." Hange interrupted

"Or something less crass." Erwin suggested "You did pack condoms in your emergency undies bag right?"

"Did you pack a spare handle in yours?"

Hange's obnoxious laughter was almost loud enough to muffle the low knocks on the door. Her irritating jabs to Levi's shoulder quickly halting when Levi grabbed her fingers.

"Who is it?" Erwin asked, one hand on the door.

"It's Y/N.."

Now Hange stopped laughing. Erwin shrugged as he looked back at both of them before pulling the door open.

"Hey, here." Y/N sounded filled with fatigue as she handed over a small bottle to Erwin.

"Oh! Thank you! Where'd you get this?" Erwin smiled with delight immediately flopping back down next to his bag.

"Jean carries around extra strength glue because Connie always manages to break something fragile." Y/N replied "I doubt it'll work but maybe it'll help a little?"

Erwin nodded happily as Y/N turned to look at Hange. Her hands balled up and her fingers fidgeting where she was pulling at them.

"How's your rib Hange?"

"It's ok now, thanks for asking."

Y/N nodded and at this moment everyone in the room was looking at Levi who automatically felt extremely naked.

"Levi um.. can I talk to you? In the hall?"

Levi didn't know if he had nodded in his head or in real life but he was swiftly moving across the room. Passing Y/N where she stood and then holding the door open as she walked out just behind him. The door shut behind the two of them and if Levi felt naked before the feeling out here was somehow worse.

"What happened?"

Levi could hear the slightly muffled footsteps on the other side of the door and even a whispered Hange as Y/N spoke. His hands felt both too dry and wet all at once as he looked into her mildly menacing gaze.

"Wh- where wh-when.."

"You barely said anything to me after I brought the cream for your forehead. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh god how can she possibly assume that? Levi felt his stomach clench. He had never had it easy with text, which was why he pretty much always called everyone.

"I-I didn't mean.. it um.." He shuffled his feet a bit now remembering that he still had no shoes on.

Y/N sighed. "I wanna be your friend Levi. Please tell me you want that too."

With a deep breath he replied, "Call me."

"When?"

"Anytime.. I'm a bad t-texter.."

When her facial features softened Levi felt his shoulders finally sag for the first time since he'd heard her name in the lobby. "Ok.. oh ok, that's all it was? I thought I did something wrong. I'm glad we talked."

And Levi was barely registering her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Her body pressing oh so comfortably close to his. Hand sliding over his back, scent overwhelming his nose. And then just as soon it was all being taken away.

"I'll call you, ok?"

"Ok.." Levi's hand was still waving long after she'd already disappeared out of plain view.

"Oh god you're her friend!" Hange laughed the door suddenly yanked open behind Levi.

"It's as cute as it is sad." Erwin clicked his teeth.

"Tch, shut up." Levi stomped back into the room.

"Levi, you're in the friendzone!" Hange huffed as Erwin shut the door. "And if you don't get out of it. You're gonna be the short shoulder to cry on when some big dude with an invalid drivers license, a shit ton of tattoos and a porn addiction breaks her heart."

"That's oddly specific.." Erwin retorts

"All of you keep assuming I wanna be her boyfriend. I don't!"

Erwin rolled his eyes, "That tall guy that she was with actually. I think he'll be the guy who has her running to Levi's shoulder."

"Oh you mean Jean?" Hange nods "But they broke up a while ago."

"Then why is she still hanging out with him?"

"He's Sasha and Connie's best friend. So they've all known each other a while. They're a set, don't separate type deal."

"Then it's only logical that Y/N will marry Jean someday. You know if they all stay so close."

"Yup, definitely."

"You can both eat shit."

~~~~

Day one

Levi strained awake, blinded by the harsh sunlight stabbing his eyes through the uncovered window. He couldn't even remember when he'd fallen asleep last night but he could already tell it was too early for everyone else to be awake.

He could recall a couple things from last night. Hange overstaying her welcome in his room, Erwin suggesting that Hange pay for his fucked up luggage and somethings he would rather not think about.

Preferably the others joining in his room to discuss breakfast plans. At which Sasha had suggested the diner they had already planned to go to early in the morning. Levi's heart sank as he recalled Y/N's gorgeous smile directed to Jean who had stood behind her rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, standing from his bed and immediately working to straighten out the sheets before eyeing the book he'd unpacked last night.

Maybe he could get some reading done before Hange inevitably came to annoy him.

The one he was currently holding was of a dog wearing a big floppy hat in the mist of sunflowers. He quickly matched it with his black and white sweatpants. And with a small sigh he headed to the bathroom.

He thumbed at the spine of the book, sliding his finger between the pages to the current bookmark. A shower would probably be a better start to the morning though. He set the book down unzipping one of his bags and pulling out the first pair of clothing folded at the top. Levi hadn't remembered packing one of his mother's many silly birthday gifts to him. She had always bought him shirts with pictures on them that confused him.

He didn't even remember the last time he'd had a shower that was hot for more than five minutes. Or the last time he could look down at his feet without seeing a hair monster in the drain.

He took a couple extra minutes to completely wash his hair, combing his fingers through the strands before shutting off the water and quickly getting dressed.

As he reentered his room he remembered the random gaze Jean threw his way. The smirk on his lips, the taunting glare and then just as quickly it was over. And he was talking to her like nothing had happened.

Levi had never once in his entire life thought about having a girlfriend. It just wasn't something that absorbed his thoughts but he knew the second he saw that smirk on Jean's face what he wanted to be to Y/N.

He just couldn't imagine how.

His fluffy towel hugged his head as he popped open the book he'd discarded a couple minutes ago. He pulled his feet in closer to his body tracing the letters on the page, delving into the story-

"Levi!"

Two fucking seconds.. that had to be a new record.

A barrage of harsh knocks sounded outside his door and he yanked it open to see Hange standing there out of breath with a barely alive looking Erwin behind her. Excitement flooding her features as she pushed past Levi with Erwin in tow. A blue toothbrush almost falling from his lips.

"You couldn't let him finish brushing his fucking teeth?" Levi grunted, shutting the door behind the two of them. Erwin sighed his eyes shut, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. "Why're you here?"

"We're all going for breakfast remember?"

"Not for another thirty minutes." Levi narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the tv table.

Hange smiled, "Yup and that means we have enough time to figure out a game plan to get you and Y/N together by the end of today." Hange clapped excitedly though both Erwin and Levi couldn't possibly look less enthused.

"I don't need your help."

"Erwin, back me up here!"

"I'm not doing shit since you didn't let me spit and I had to swallow toothpaste." Erwin remarked, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Levi's face scrunched up and Hange let out a snort. "Why did you swallow it.. you could've just spit it out in the hall or something."

"That's fucking disgusting." Levi grunted

"Why the hell would I do that?" Erwin asked

"You're not supposed to swallow toothpaste duh!"

Everyone huffed all at once and Levi flopped down next to Erwin on the bed. "If I need any help I'll ask.." He mumbled already feeling heat fly to his cheeks.

"We're finally gonna get you a girlfriend Levi!!" Hange squeezed his body in a tight hug.

Just as Levi was about to push her away a couple of soft knocks sounded on his door again, "We're leaving a little earlier, hurry and come downstairs."

~~~~

Before the car had even pulled up back at the lodge Hange was already screaming about going skiing. Erwin had asked if Levi wanted to which he'd replied with a scoff.

"Really? Cause there are plenty of chances for Y/N to fall on you. Or you to fall on her." He shrugged.

Levi just rolled his eyes and at that Erwin gave up and now he was standing at the freezing cold railing watching everyone go down the stupid slope for what had to have been an hour or so. How'd he end up with bag watch? He didn't even wanna come outside.. He blew on his fingers trying and falling to warm them. At this point he felt exhausted, absolutely none of his clothes were keeping him warm.

With a sigh he pulled Hange and Erwin's bags up onto his shoulder along with Sasha and Connie's belongings. If he could manage to get upstairs he could warm up at least a little. A hot cup of tea practically beckoning him.

It took him only a couple seconds to realize he didn't have Y/N's bag. He looked around for a couple seconds. Did she bring a bag outside? Did he lose her bag?? He'd only left once to got to the bathroom. Did someone steal it.. Shit. He grumbled in disgust. Where could he have left it?

Feeling a bit panicked he headed towards the stairs. Blood running cold, his eyes practically bouncing out of his skull. His heart stopped at the display in front of him. Jean's hand on Y/N's waist as she leaned forward on the railing. Their lips pressed together..

(Hey Siri, play Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.)

#aot x reader #hard pass #attack on titan levi #levi ackerman scenario #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi aot #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin levi

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tetsvya · 3 years

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❛ happy birthday, tobio. ❜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kageyama has never been one to make a big deal out of his birthday, and why would we, when he’d rather much spend his time making gingerbread houses with you?

➼ pairing! kageyama tobio x reader

➼ word count! 1.5k

➼ warnings! none, like two curse words

➼ type! fluff

➼ author’s note! long time no see lol, but hopefully i’ll have more time to post now that the semester is over. anyways, here’s a little holiday/birthday inspired fic for kags! also, this might be a little ooc? idk, i just rlly wanted to write for lovesick kags <3 enjoy!

"This makes no sense" Kageyama can't help but grumble to himself as he glares down at the paper he has clutched in between his hands. He's been hunched over the table for nearly two minutes now, trying to understand what he was being told to do. The premade gingerbread house kit sits on the table a few inches away from him, ready to be constructed.

"Maybe you should turn it the right way" A voice chirps from behind him, arms coming out from around him to turn the paper in his hands so it's no longer upside down. Kageyama's eyebrows shoot up momentarily, and his cheeks warm as your giggle fills his ears. Your lips brush softly against his cheek, placing a fleeting kiss to his reddening skin before you drop into the seat beside him. Kageyama, far too bridled with embarrassment now, doesn't even attempt to read the page anymore, choosing to actively ignore your stare. You can't help but laugh softly, resting your chin on your palm as you hold your other hand out.

"Let me see" You hum, fingers wiggling as to coax him to do so and Kageyama is more than happy to oblige. He hands you the paper, and you set it down on the table in front of you, soothing it down at you peer down at it. Kageyama rests his hand against the back of your chair, leaning into you as he glances at the paper from over your shoulder, using it as an excuse for him to be closer to you. You don't mind, however, your boyfriend's warmth always a welcoming feeling. Your eyes run over the words printed onto the paper for a minute or two, before you're nodding to yourself and pushing it aside.

"Alright," You start, straightening out as you turn in your chair so you're facing Kageyama, nose nearly bumping against his, "I say we just wing it."

Kageyama's lips quirk up at your words, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"It's just a gingerbread house" You shrug, turning away from him once more to reach out for the slabs of gingerbread sitting on the table, "How hard could it be?"

Very hard, actually.

"How much longer?" Kageyama asks, hands beginning to cramp from having to hold all the separate pieces of the gingerbread house together in order for the frosting to dry properly. The house is already covered in frosting from the many failed attempts of getting it to stand, and honestly, if it weren't for Kageyama's competitive spirit, you probably would have given up by now.

"I don't know" Kageyama shoots you a pointed look at your words, and now that you think about it, maybe the two of you should have used the instructions. Shrugging, you glance down at your phone, noting that about an hour or so has passed since the two of you had started. Reaching out, you pull the instructions closer to you and let your eyes run over the paper. Finally finding what you were looking for, your eyes shoot up in disbelief.

Three hours? You were supposed to let the frosting dry for three hours? Absolutely not, you thought. Who even has the time for that? Well, you and Kageyama certainly do but you'd much rather finish this godforsaken gingerbread house and migrate to the couch for a movie and some cuddles. Turning your attention back to Kageyama, you send him a nod. The boy is quick to let go of the house, flexing his fingers a little as he leans back in his chair, stretching. You scooch in closer to him, lowering your head so your face is level with the gingerbread house in order to get a closer look at it. Kageyama watches with an amused smile as you closely inspect the gingerbread house, eyes narrowed in concentration. It seems to be holding, and with a timid finger, you give it a gentle nudge. The house remains firm, and when you turn to look at your boyfriend, the both of you share triumphant smiles.

"Okay, decorating time!"

Not even ten minutes later, there's sprinkles and an array of other candies scattered out across the table, and your and Kageyama's gingerbread house is finally finished. Truthfully, it's not the best. It's leaning to the side a little, and there's some sloppy icing job here and there (thanks to Kageyama). But still, it's your's and Kageyama's, and you love it, especially the little you and little Kageyama your boyfriend had crafted onto the side of the house with icing. They honestly look more like two glob monsters than you and Kageyama, but the sweetness of the idea had you pressing a kiss to Kageyama's cheek when he had shown you (he, of course, blushed when you had done so).

After snapping a few pictures of the gingerbread house, and sending some of them to Sugawara along with a cute selfie you had forced Kageyama to take with you, you set your phone aside, turning to Kageyama. Your eyes are quick to spot a little glob of icing smeared across his cheek, and you can't help but smile as you nudge your head at it, "You have some icing on your cheek."

Kageyama's eyebrows shoot up before he's reaching his hand up, somehow finding the exact spot and swiping his finger against it. He glances down at it before bringing his finger to his mouth, licking the frosting off. His reaction is immediate.

"This icing tastes like shit" Kageyama points out bluntly, nose scrunching up in distaste. Laughter spills past your lips as he does so, catching sight of the smudge of icing he has left on his lips.

"Let me have a taste."

"Okay" He drawls out critically, shaking his head as he swipes the bag from off the table. He's sporting a sour look as he turns to you, "I really don't know why you want to, it's gros—"

Kageyama doesn't have the chance to finish his sentence as your lips are quickly pressed against his in a soft kiss. His eyes widen as his cheeks warm once more, something he realizes happens far more than he liked to admit when he was around you, before he eventually melts into your embrace. His eyes flutter shut as he reaches out, cradling your face in his hands as your own hand cups his cheek, pressing your other palm against his chest. Kageyama's skin was warm to the touch, and you can't help but smile against his lips as he begins to gently rub his thumb back and forth against your cheek. Your skin was soft against his, and Kageyama finds himself leaning further into your touch, savoring every essence of your presence. You pull away a few moments later, rather reluctantly might I add, smiling to yourself as Kageyama subconsciously chases your lips, eyes fluttering open so you're met with a deep blue.

It's your turn to caress his cheek with your thumb as you reach out with your free hand, brushing your fingers through his soft hair before letting your hand rest atop his locks. Kageyama's eyes never waver from your own, an intense gaze in them as he stares at you. You smile softly, gently pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter close once more. Kageyama feels his heart flutter at the sight of you. You were so pretty. So, so pretty. He blinks at you when your eyes open once more, that feeling he only ever got with you festering in his stomach as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. You smile once more and the words you utter come out as a mere whisper, "Happy birthday, Tobio."

"Thank you" He manages to whisper back, entranced with your being as he lets his eyes wander over every inch of your face. Kageyama finds himself thinking to a time before, when the two of you had first begun to date. He always finds himself mentally cringing at the remembrance of how awkward he had been then: his fumbled words, deep blushes, 'accidental' brush of his fingers against yours. But, as you had once said, it really did make moments like this all the sweeter. To see how far the two of you have come, how comfortable you make Kageyama feel. And as he continues to stare down at you, holding you, he can't help but think he's the luckiest person in the world. Who would ever need an extravagant party if they had you? You were worth far more than anything in this world, he can't help but think.

You're drawing back suddenly, giggles slipping past your lips as you swipe your tongue against your lips. Your laughter doubles after doing so, and despite having no idea why you're laughing like a maniac, a smile graces Kageyama's lips at the sight. His eyes never waver as he watches you attempt to collect yourself, shaking your head as you manage to speak through your giggles, "You were right. The frosting did taste like shit."

Kageyama finds himself shaking his head as well, laughing himself as he reaches out for you. Yeah, you really were the best thing he could ever have, he thinks to himself as he pulls you against his chest, planting a kiss to the crown of your head, "Told you, idiot."

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama imagine #kageyama fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader

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aestheticsuwu · 3 years

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A truth so loud you can't ignore

Hawk/Eli x Demetri

( SamxMiguel + RobbyxDoug[Roug] + Sam•Robby•Demetri= Siblings Dynamic ) Part 1

.... ...

Explaining as carefully as he could of the situation and elaborating his love for both of them for they could take the blow more easier for them . All he got as response was , raised eyebrows ; laughter and then they both glared at him as they realised Demetri wasn't joking .

" All I'm asking is for this one tiny favor and it's for a great cause . My LOVE life ! I wish there was a different option but there isn't. "

" Actually the option was to not include us , I thought you wanted Hawk to ask you out ? "

Sam ask with a disbelief look not quite understanding the problem .He thought it was quite obvious but one look at Robby, he guessed he had to explain further on .

" Of course I did ! but once Eli asked me I got nervous and mentally freaked out cause hello I been waiting for a long time . So I thought maybe having you and Miguel would prevent me from ruining the date . Forgetting the fact you and Eli don't get along . Then lightbulb went on : Robby . but Eli voiced out how awkward it would be to have Robby by himself , so he said he would set you up with his friend . "

Quickly explaining and finishing with a smile and jazz hands , he really needs take some advice from Mr. LaRusso on how to sell a pitch for later on .

Robby clears his throat as he stands up giving him a sympathy smile as he spoke .

" Sorry Demmi but it's a no for me but hey you got Sam. I got to go now , it was lovely speaking to you both . "

If he thinks he will let him leave smugly as he walks away he has another thing coming .

" You stop right there you smol angry marshmallow ! . What happened to ' Your my annoying brother now , I love you . I got your back ' ?!

Robby gasp as he points a menacing finger as he shouts at Demetri while Sam struggles to keep her laughter in .

" You can't use your birthday card against me !"

" I will , and if you don't want me to reveal to everyone your mushy soft heart to everyone you will get your ass over here to help me and Sam with my outfit ."

The blonde turns to Sam to help him but all she did was smirk as she stood with Demetri . The look of betrayal as they both received when Sam spoke towards Robby.

" You heard him , get your ass moving ! "

" I hate both of you "

" We love you too !! " both Demetri and Sam replied that soon followed with a smile from the the three .

..... ......... ....

Everything was going as smooth as ever , Miguel was easy to convince as he wouldn't opposed to go out with Sam. Those two love birds was on board with the plans of today , only one problem . He doesn't have a date for Robby.

Either his friends from the dojo was to scared to go out with the son of both Sensei's or they weren't into guys . He kinda didn't want to ask Moon his ex Girlfriend if she had friends that were single . Tory was currently with Aisha , he asked for their help but they laughed at him and blew him off as they had plans of their selves .

Then Mitch was telling him how Doug was currently single . And What if he told a white lie he wasn't going to let anything ruined his first date with Demetri and hopefully not their last .

Even If the cute nerd had to bring his besties to their date .

Doug was cool , he was a fast learner at the dojo and knew how to do a bunch of flips thay he didn't know the name of . He's a good looking guy , Tan , smart ,Tall . . His type was more Pale , nerdy , smart mouth and that their name consisting Demetri .

Calling up the tall boy up and making casual conversation to ask the question .

" This is random and all but you free tonight ? "

" Uhh yeah , Got nothing planned why ? "

looking up to see Miguel and Mitch giving him hand movements of encouragement , and signals to put on speaker . Watching as his friend quickly write down something on a notebook that came from out of nowhere .

Reading from the sloppy writing and thumbs up from his friends he told himself fuck it , whatever happens , happens .

" Wanna go out in a triple date , It would be Me and Miguels date , 'and your date is totally a hot babe "

It was Doug problem not asking for clarification and Robby was hot so that wasn't a lie . He also made said boy to pick him and Miguel as Hawk was the only one who knew the directions

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The place he chose , ok maybe he did ask Moon for some advice get off his back . Looking through the windows of the Diner , it was kinda vintage and chill and thankfully it wasn't packed . It had cute lights that made the scenery kinda casual but romantic .

Waiting outside for the rest to arrive , he gave himself another look at the window of the car to make sure he looked good . He was wearing a white longsleve shirt with some jeans , he looked good .

Guessing by the sudden jolt that Miguel caused by shoving his shoulder that their dates had arrived .

And there he was , the one he can't go without . He looked cute especially by the blush contrasting on his pale skin . He was sporting one as well if the warmth on his cheeck would prove his statement .

He tried to meet Demetri halfway but a hand stoped him . Said hand belonged to a certain tall guy that was certainly confused .

" I need to speak to you quickly , like right now ."

" Okayyy" Smiling at Demetri one last time and quickly telling Miguel that they would be right back . Doug cross his arms waiting for him to explain but he knew his friends was smart enough to know what was going on , well that was his excuse .

" What? "

" What do you mean by what ? Just explain why my " date" is a guy when you clearly told me otherwise . "

" First of all its 2021 bro . I told you that your date is a hot babe and I don't if your blind and all but Robby is hot , also - "

" Robby as Sensei's son , do you want me to end up dead in a ditch , are you dumb . Let's not forget his other father is a sensei too . Fuck ! . "

" I think your overreacting here - ' by the look on taller boy was practically screaming ' I'm going to kill you ' , well guess what he has received enough from Sam and Robby so that wasn't scaring him .

'" Okay Sensei would but if you ever hurt Robby like say ditch him on this important date . Get your big boy pants on , and stop being a pussy ."

Quickly walking to the group saying a quick heys were tossed around . God , Demetri looked as good as up close with his cute smile .

" Everything okay ? " Demetri asked him with an eyebrow raised . Snapping his creepy gaze from him he quickly answered and introduce Doug to Robby properly .

" Yeah , perfect ! Robby this is Doug Rickenberger , Doug this is Robby Keene . shall we go in ?. "

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It was kinda awkward at first but thank God for two love birds for breaking the ice . They sat at a table in a corner just for the 6 . Conversation started flowing , soon it was just him and Demetri and no one else .

Calming down after laughing at the joke that they made about Dr.Who , he can't help but reveal his nervousness to the date .

" I was really nervous but I'm glad Miguel force me to come to terms of my feelings . I'm really happy , you make me happy , Dem . "

" You make me happy too , and don't worry I was really nervous too . Maybe this could be a regular thing , if you want . "

" Are you asking me to be your boyfriend ? "

" Don't be so smug about it , wipe that smirk off . "

He reaches for Demetris hand , He likes holding hands and maybe he wouldn't mind holding hands with him forever .

" I would love to be your boyfriend, Dem . "

" Finally ! You could pay us for making us suffer to wait for you two to get together by paying our dinner ."

Turning around to the other couple as they were rudely interrupted of their moment .He really loved Miguel , he hoped the latter knew by the glare he was now throwing at him . The audacity that Sam and Miguel had as they started laughing by his not so subtle blush .

Sam stop abruptly by making them all wonder when did it happened that they all didn't notice .

" uhm guys , where's Robby and Doug ? . "

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Sidenote: Triple date AU Part 1 , Hope you guys like it . Binary Boyfriends, Samiguel , and a new addition Roug = Robby x Doug. Sam • Robby • Demetri siblings Dynamic . Side Aisha x Tory , small cameo of Mitch .

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