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Part Five of the Signs of a Lifetime Series

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC / fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings/Tags: smut!!, language, fluff, hurt/comfort, very quick mention of a needle (no descriptive language surrounding needles)

A/N: i am so proud of this chapter!!! pleaaaase read and enjoy the heck out of it, and show some love on AO3 if you are on there ♡

ALSO I got some art commissioned from super talented TobioFish on twitter of Alya and Mando - scroll to the bottom for the reveal, it’s so good!

Chapter Summary:

Alya’s nightmare prompts her to reach out to Mando via communicator, and they can’t seem to stop calling each other afterwards. Mando invites Alya to meet him for a surprise, where they experience a special celebration and some deeper bonding.

It always went the same way each time - bright lights, voices echoing everywhere, endless confusion and desperation. The familiar voices condemning her, coming from every direction. They needed to cut it out of her, needed to make sure of it, she would become nothing, not even a threat, not even a thought in their mind. The voices said everything she’d ever heard from them all at once, piling on top of each other in this echoing blank void.

Suddenly, she was in her old bedroom, standing directly in the center. A familiar place, but it had been so long since she’s seen this ornate little bed, the window that overlooked the back of the house, so nobody could see her in here from the outside. The room has no personality, nothing truly hers - all selected carefully by someone other than her. She regained her bearings, making her way to the hallway outside the bedroom, and as she passed the mirror hanging on the wall, there’s nobody there to reflect back at her, nothing to see. The house was too quiet, an eerie, heavy feeling hanging in the air, so she called out as she walked along the long hallway which seemed to stretch on endlessly. A figure appeared with a shadowed face but a familiar voice.

“There you are, we’ve been looking for you,” the voice said sweetly, but slightly distorted. Her brother, she realized.

Alya was unsure if she could even speak, her mouth felt stuck shut - she tried to make noise, but nothing came out. She followed the figure, a feeling in her saying they’re to be trusted, they’ve never given her a reason not to trust them. An end to this previously endless hallway that wasn’t there before suddenly appeared, with a glowing doorway. The light from around the doorframe cast long, spindly shadows down the hall, and Alya could feel the fear building inside of her. The figure who seemed to be her brother ushered her into the door hastily, looking around nervously. There were four figures waiting for them, but only two had familiar faces - her father, her mother, and two unknown doctors. The sight of them immediately sent her reeling, deep panic rising up in her chest, her throat, her head, Maker, it’s everywhere. All she knew was to go, go, go, get out of there now. She started to turn, but two more people came from behind her, restraining her. She thrashed, kicked, her body desperate to get away. Alya’s voice came back in a scream that seemed to be able to break glass, even shatter the world around her, but nothing happened. She was being held too tightly and knew there was nothing more she could do, this was going to happen and her stomach felt like it was bottoming out now with the realization.

“You know we need to do this,” her father said, his eyes now black pools of hatred and malice as he turned to her. She tried to scream, to tell him anything, to plead, but her voice was lost again as she saw the needle coming for her neck.

Her own screaming and thrashing woke her.

Alya shot straight up in bed, clutching her chest. She gasped for air for a few moments, getting her bearings and feeling the familiar relief of the nightmare ending as it washed over her. The relief was quickly replaced by a deep sadness and horror at living through that experience again, even if just in her sleep. With a sudden wave of nausea, she quickly ran for her refresher, vomiting up everything she had in her, then was left continuing to heave over the toilet with nothing else able to come up. Alya’s gasping breaths turned into sobs before she even realized it, and she sat slumped on the floor with her head in her hands, feeling the drying sweat coating every bit of her body as tears poured out of her. This nightmare used to be a regular occurrence for her, but it had been changed, replaced over time with different dreams - none that made her feel quite like this one. She felt so broken and alone, unable to calm herself down after being blindsided by this nightmare that hadn’t shown up in over a year. Everything in her was urging her to reach for her communicator, to do the one thing she knew could help her right now. She crawled back over to her bed, where a line for her communicator sat on the wall, and she was barely able to reach up and grab it before falling back onto the ground, propping herself up against the wall of her ship, breathing heavily from the effort in her now frail state.

“M-Mando…” Alya quietly choked out, clutching the communicator with shaking hands like it was her only lifeline. There was silence on the other end - he could be anywhere off ship, asleep, not caring to answer her. The lump in her throat grew with her disappointment. “P-please,” she cried desperately, giving it one last effort.

“Alya? What is it? Are you okay?” Mando’s voice came through the speaker urgently a second later. She could tell she’d worried him, and now felt completely ridiculous for even bothering - what could he possibly do for her in a situation like this?

“No- no I’m o-okay. Sorry it was s-stupid,” She knew her shaking voice gave her away and she silently willed it to stop. It was a spontaneous decision borne out of emotion to reach out to him and she immediately regretted it, but she didn’t know what else to do with the vast loneliness the nightmare had left aching in her.

“You’re not okay,” he replied quickly, “Tell me what’s going on.”

“N-nightmares. I haven’t h-had this one in s-so long…” Alya took a deep, unsteady breath, continuing to try to calm her body and stop the shaking. It gradually started to dissipate knowing someone was on the other end of this communicator - not just anyone, but Mando.

“You’re awake now, you’re with me,” his voice came through, soothing and calm. Alya simply listened to him with her eyes squeezed shut, and took in the familiar voice of one of the only people she cared about, letting it try to settle her frazzled nerves. He spilled soothing platitudes for an amount of time lost on Alya in her currently disoriented state - telling her over and over that she’s alright and that it wasn’t real.

“Fuck,” Alya said with relief as she realized that the shaking and tears had mostly stopped, and she felt in control of her body once again.

“Ah, there she is,” Mando said sarcastically but kindly on the other end. Alya let out a weak chuckle in response, feeling drained. “Feeling any better?” he asked.

“I think so.” She rubbed her eyes and then slid her hands down her face, wiping off the residue of tears that was beginning to dry on her cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere, so take your time.” Alya could have started crying all over again at his words - how could she deserve this level of care and patience from anyone?

“I don’t want to hold you up,” she said half heartedly. She was letting the worry that she had win over what she really wanted, which was for him to stay with her, to keep whispering his sweet words as she fell back asleep.

“I said what I said. I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, more firm in his tone this time. Alya nodded, still trying to accept his willingness to do this for her. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare or…?”

“No… it’s hard to… I’d rather talk about anything else. Just talk to me about something… tell me about your craziest bounty.”

“Okay,” he chuckled a little bit. “I was on Jakku chasing this quarry, she was getting to be a real pain. She was fast, knew what she was doing, but I had her cornered at this point running up to a cliff. Then she just.. jumped off of the edge. She’d somehow arranged for a… somebody, to pull up under there on their ship and catch her when she jumped. I was… not happy.”

“No fucking way,” Alya laughed a little. “I think ‘not happy’ is probably an understatement?”

“Yes…” Mando trailed off. “Don’t you want to know what happened next?”

“I already do. You caught up with her,” Alya stated like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

“What makes you so sure?“ Mando sounded surprised at her confidence.

“Come on, there’s no way you’d let them get away from you, even if it took you a while to find her again.”

“Hmph,” Mando breathed out through the communicator, seeming impressed by her ability to read him so easily. “Not even a day later, I found the asshole.”

“Nothing gets by you, Mando.” Alya shook her head at the skill of her fellow bounty hunter.

“What about you?” Mando asked her.

Alya searched her scrambled, tired brain for a story - she had plenty of adventures she could recount from her years doing this kind of work, but nothing quite like her quarry jumping off of a cliff right in front of her.

“I’ve got nothing to match that, but getting felt up in an alleyway on the job is up there with my crazy stories.” Alya hoped that her small, tired smirk was being matched by Mando on his end.

“Now that sounds familiar. Must have been someone I knew,” Mando teased.

“Oh, so he has jokes now? I can’t believe it, coming from the mighty Mandalorian warrior.” Alya cracked a much needed smile at his teasing her.

“I’ve always had jokes,” he retorted, sounding mildly offended.

“We both know I’m the funnier one here,” Alya said, to which Mando quickly agreed, replying pragmatically, “That’s true.”

“Thanks for distracting me,” Alya said sincerely into her communicator. She had been holding it tightly the entire time, wishing he were actually here with her - she had an image of him gently stroking her hair as she fell asleep that she couldn’t quite get out of her head. The thought alone put her in ecstasy, leaving her to wonder how she’d even survive the real thing if it was happening.

“I’m glad you reached out to me. I’m sorry you had to go through this…” Mando’s voice was so gentle and caring, making Alya feel an avalanche of her emotions coming back to her. She felt her chest and stomach dropping again with the full weight of her sadness from the nightmare again “Do you want me to stay here with you?” Mando asked after she hadn’t replied to him.

“Y-yes, I’d really like that. At least until I can fall asleep again.” It pained her to even say it, to admit to needing something from him, or anyone, but she knew he hadn’t really been asking a question. He would have stayed on the communicator regardless of her answer - that was just the kind of person Mando was.

“I’ll just talk for a bit more, is that okay?”

Alya nodded while saying a quiet affirmation to Mando. She tucked herself back into bed, listening to Mando recount other stories - while he wasn’t the biggest talker, Alya appreciated the bits and pieces he did share to keep acting as a balm to her weary mind. She didn’t know at what point she drifted off again, but Mando’s voice being the last thing she heard beforehand seemed like the most natural thing in the galaxy.

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Two Days Later

Alya sat with her feet propped up on her console, slowly drifting through space. She was killing time on her way from a job, fidgeting with a new panel for her R2 droid in her lap hoping to make some improvements. His beeps were more frequently sputtering out as R2 was seemingly forgetting what he was about to say, so she wanted to try and stop the short circuiting with some much overdue upgrades. This droid had been with Alya through everything, and she wanted to give him the new technology that he deserved.

R2 was in the room, appearing to be looking at her with curiosity, rotating his head slightly. “Don’t worry buddy, you’ll love this once I’m all done with it,” she said, looking up at the droid, who responded with a few excited sounding beeps.

The communicator in Alya’s ship suddenly chimed, and a red light flashed on the console, indicating someone was attempting to make contact with her ship. She pulled her feet off the dashboard and cautiously reached forward, accepting the communication line and hoping it didn’t mean trouble.

“Are you there? I was thinking about you,” a familiar voice rang out through the speaker and filled the room.

“Who is this again?” Alya replied, breaking out in a smile, unable to help herself from teasing him.

“Funny. I must have gotten the wrong ship’s comm signal,” Mando’s deadpan voice came through to her.

“No, right signal, just me being an asshole,” Alya replied.

“Ah, my favorite mood of yours,” he said dryly.

“So, you’re thinking about me over there?” she replied, a hint of flirtation inadvertently infusing itself into her tone. “Where exactly is over there?”

“Outer rim, on a job. And I was. I wanted to see if you’re doing okay after the other day.”

“Yeah, I think I am,” she said. Truthfully, her nightmare had roughed her up quite a bit, as they always did, but she could typically shake it off within a day or so. Mando’s support that night had helped tremendously - she had almost never had anyone there when she was going through the hellish aftermath of those dreams.

“No more nightmares?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Not yet, no.” Alya was thankful for that fact - at times they came in a series, several nights in a row, and she could barely work, barely function when that happened, left to practically beg with herself to get a peaceful few hours of sleep.

“Good…” Mando trailed off, giving the impression that he had something more to say. “Hey, how close are you to these coordinates?” Mando asked before Alya could wonder any further. He sent over the information a moment later, a red light flashing on the console of Alya’s ship with the message from him.

“Let me see…” Alya said, pulling up the coordinates from Mando and her own star map, tilting her head as she studied the two quickly. “Oh, very, actually. On Saleucami? Wait, why are you asking?”

“Are you able to come here? I want to show you something, I think you’ll like it,” Mando replied, sounding a bit anxious. Alya couldn’t help the smile that continued to grow as he spoke

“Oh, you think I’ll like it, huh?” She cursed the absolutely huge grin that was making its way onto her face now. “I could probably be there in an hour if I make the jump soon.”

“Just come to those coordinates. I’ll be there waiting,” Mando commanded, before cutting off his communication to her ship.

Alya obeyed, sending her ship into hyperspace as soon as she could get to one of the predetermined routes available. It felt like one of the longer hours of her life, waiting anxiously for this cryptic meetup with Mando as her ship flew through space, the stars whizzing by her in the cockpit. She had the sudden urge to head into her refresher and check her reflection, biting her lip nervously as she looked at herself and tried smoothing her hair. She had on a simple cropped black tank top and pants with her favorite vest over it, and while she knew that it was absurd to change her outfit just to see him, the fact that she even considered doing it made her want to blush out of pure embarrassment. She wasn’t supposed to care this much about how Mando saw her looking.

Alya saw a commotion in the town as she came out of hyperspace and flew her ship down towards the surface of Saleucami - a festive looking gathering of people from what she could tell from afar. She knit her brows and thought hard, then turned to R2 with a realization. “Hey buddy, what’s the date?” R2 beeped, then flashed a hologram with the numbers in front of him. Alya thanked her droid and let out a small chuckle, shaking her head.

“It’s Fete Week. Wow, I didn’t even realize,” Alya said out loud as she looked down at the celebration, mostly to herself, but loud enough that R2 also heard her and gave an excited noise in response. That must have been why Mando asked her to come - had he really thought to spend the New Year with her? Or was this about something else entirely, and she was making something out of nothing? Butterflies threatened to flip in her stomach at the myriad of thoughts running through her mind, but she quickly pushed the feeling down, parking her ship in the designated landing area outside of town.

Alya put on her boots and blaster holster before walking out, holding onto a navigation device to lead her to Mando’s coordinates. It was late in the day, closer to sunset than not with the setting sun coloring the dry terrain and surrounding trees and brush in even warmer tones. She could hear the ruckus from the town - distant music and chatter filled the air, and she smiled sadly at all the life happening so close by, just out of reach. New Year’s Fete Week was always well celebrated throughout the galaxy, but she seemed to miss it most years without realizing it, just by happening to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The navigator took her slightly further out from the town, and she finally saw the Razor Crest in the distance, an obvious sign she was in the right place. As it came clearer into her view, she saw the outline of Mando sitting on top of his ship. She had to practically force herself not to smile so widely when she could make out his features more and more as she approached.

“Up here,” Mando called out, his voice coming out clear and commanding, even through the modulator. Maker, it was like music to her ears, and Alya felt the hairs on her arm threaten to stand up at hearing it despite how warm it was outside. He was standing up on top of the Crest now, looking down on her. She shielded her eyes from the glowing evening sun as she looked up towards him.

“You brought me out here to the middle of nowhere? To… stand on top of your ship?” Alya asked, her head cocked to the side with a raised eyebrow.

“Actually, yes. I wouldn’t complain too soon, if I were you,” he replied with his typical sardonic sass.

“Fine, fine, no more complaints. Let me up there.”

“There’s a hatch, through the hull and up the ladder on the right side,” Mando instructed, and Alya walked up the ramp and into his ship. She had only been inside his ship once before, and fought the urge to look around since Mando wasn’t nearby. She wanted to inspect everything, get more insight into who he was, how he lived, everything and anything about him. She had a deep desire to know him inside and out, she realized, with a small pump of frightened adrenaline coursing through her now.

Alya looked up the ladder Mando had described to her, and saw skylight through it, so she climbed until she emerged, coming face to face with Mando.

“Hi there,” he said, his armored form particularly relaxed in front of her as he stood with a tilted head and knee popped out.

“Hi,” she replied simply, giving him a cheeky raise of the eyebrows, asking him to explain what the hell was going on.

“I was here for work, and found out it was Fete Week,” Mando said, as if that explained everything she had been wondering.

“I saw that… there’s a big festival in town,” she replied, continuing to look at him expectantly, awaiting further answers.

“I overheard that there was going to be fireworks when it’s dark, and thought… you might like that kind of thing.” Mando shifted slightly, rubbing one of his arms, letting the confident facade fall for a moment. Alya’s lips curled into a small smile as she watched him during his nervous explanation.

“I actually… I don’t know if I do. Never seen them. But I’ve heard good things,” Alya said, trying to hide the fact that she had actually lamented this fact since childhood. The amount of times she’d heard fireworks for different events, but was stuck inside the house or her bedroom, unable to see anything but maybe a few flashes of colorful light in the distance, even when she pressed her face as close to the glass of her windows as she could.

Mando’s head moved slightly back in surprise. “Well now you have to stay and watch,” he replied.

“As if me leaving was in question,” she scoffed playfully. “I already came all the way here.”

“Good,” Mando replied. “We can watch from here. I think it’ll be a good view,” he said, turning towards the town in the distance. Alya followed his eyeline and decided he was probably right, and they’d have a great perspective of the show here away from everybody.

“I got you this,” Mando said, reaching down and picking up a small box. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the box and opened it. It was some kind of treat - a sweet fried dough with powdered sugar on top that smelled heavenly as its scent reached her nose. He had tried to sound nonchalant, but Alya could see Mando weighing her reaction out of the corner of her eye.

“This looks incredible, thank you,” she said, and her smile beamed up at him as she picked up the treat and took the first bite. Maker, it was fucking good, she thought to herself. She never ate things like this, always trying to pinch credits, save up for something for her ship and buy fuel to continue working. “Shit, this is so good,” she said almost involuntarily as the delicious taste filled her mouth and she quickly went in for a second bite.

“I’m glad,” Mando said, his voice filled with amusement at watching her.

“Oh, did you want any? Wait, how many credits do I owe you?” Alya panicked, realizing she’d practically forgotten all semblance of manners as soon as she’d begun devouring the treat.

Mando held up a hand quickly. “None of that. You had a tough time the other night, I thought you should have something,” he said. Alya’s smile softened even further at his kind hearted gesture, the way he’d thought of all of this for her, for inviting her here to do this together. She imagined him scoping out all of the festive foods likely being displayed in the town today and deciding specifically on this one for her - it made her chest tighten and her heart feel like it was soaring. She almost couldn’t breathe, it squeezed so tightly - she had never felt this way before, and didn’t know that she ever could again, not with anyone else.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it,” she said sincerely and a little shyly, as she began to sit down on the top of the Razor Crest. Mando sat down next to her, close enough to make her heart skip a beat. As she continued eating, she realized the sugar had gotten all over her black shirt. “Are you kidding me…” she mumbled to herself, trying to hastily brush all of it off.

“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Mando said, watching her with an air of enjoyment.

“Why not!” she scolded him, “Jerk.” Alya shoved his arm, and in turn got some of the powdered sugar on his sleeve. He looked down at it, clearly displeased. “Serves you right,” Alya said, tilting her head up smugly and taking another bite of the dessert, only resulting in more powdered sugar drifting onto her clothes. She looked down at herself, and pressed her lips together with irritation before finally bursting out laughing. Mando chuckled next to her, shaking his head.

“Absolutely ridiculous…” Mando said.

“Trying to make me embarrass myself in front of a hardass like you by picking the messiest food possible.” Alya shook her head and looked at Mando with narrowed eyes.

“So you think I’m a hardass?” Mando quipped back.

Alya rolled her eyes dramatically. “That’s kind of the whole Mandalorian thing, isn’t it?”

Mando laughed slightly, tilting his head to the side. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Practically trained from birth, right? That’s a pretty hardass lifestyle, I think.”

“Some are. Others are foundlings, trained later. It’s a vital part of our survival and our religion to bring in and train the next generation of Mandalorians.”

“And… you?” Alya asked tentatively, sensing a more serious shift in the conversation. Mando never seemed averse to asking her about her past, but she’d been nervous to pry into his, as he seemed to like the air of mystery that surrounded him.

Mando paused for a moment longer than usual before responding. “I was a foundling. They took me in when I was in need, after my… family… and I’ve been with them ever since.”

Alya inhaled sharply in a small gasp at his reveal, and grabbed onto his arm supportively without thinking, looking at him with wide, sorrowful eyes. “Oh, Mando, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they aren’t Mandalorians too, that they aren’t here.”

“Thank you.” He bowed his head slightly in gratitude before looking back at her. “It was a very long time ago. I’m grateful that my covert devoted themselves to helping me. This is the way.”

“This is the way,” Alya replied, trying to smile for him, although her head was still spinning with this new information. She leaned her head on his shoulder to comfort him, despite the hard paulron of armor there. Alya could sense he didn’t want to get into the topic any further, so she wanted to lighten the mood. “Hard to imagine you being a kid, for some reason. Little Mandalorian armor sounds cute,” she said softly.

“It is…” he replied, more lighthearted now. “I wish you could see it sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

As if with perfect timing, a distant whizzing sound and sudden burst of light and color in the now dark sky signaled the end of their conversation. Alya gasped in delight, quickly picking her head up off of Mando’s shoulder and sitting forward in anticipation for the fireworks.

“Is that it? It’s starting?” she asked enthusiastically, forgetting herself completely - Mando seemed to be the only one she was naturally willing to discard her hard, scornful mask for.

“Looks like it,” Mando drawled, leaning forward slightly along with her. “Enjoy the show, freckles,” he said, peering over at her. She flashed him a quick smile, but turned her attention back into the distant sky as fast as she could, not wanting to miss anything.

Alya’s excitement built with each new firework that dazzled in front of them - they were so colorful, much more so than she’d imagined all these years. The different patterns and designs of each one were unexpected, and she felt her mouth hanging slightly ajar in amazement - she felt completely captivated, and her chest heaved slightly with the emotion of the moment. In her periphery, Alya could see Mando looking in her direction periodically throughout the show, taking in her reactions. She had to fight like hell to resist the urge to look back at him, afraid it would spark something irreversible between them.

With her focus upwards on the sky, she didn’t notice her hand, planted on the metal of the Razor Crest, sliding just enough with all her excitement that her and Mando’s fingertips grazed suddenly. She quickly pulled her hand away a few inches and whipped her head in his direction as if to apologize, but froze when she beheld his helmeted head already staring back at her. She tried to speak, her mouth opening but refusing to make a sound. Alya was completely mesmerized at the fireworks reflecting off of the beskar of his helmet - colorful bursts slightly distorted by the curves in the alloy and his visor - it was possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, threatening moisture to her eyes that she quickly blinked away. Her hand seemed to move without reason, without thought, back towards his, and she let their fingers touch again, not pulling away this time. A soft smile danced across her face as the noise of the fireworks practically faded out of her world, only left with this feeling of Mando taking over all of her senses as her breath turned shaky. As suddenly as the moment had come, it was gone, as Mando’s helmet and the entire sky turned dark - the fireworks show was over.

Alya felt herself snap back into reality, a nervous chuckle escaping her as her hand pulled back towards her lap. “That was so beautiful,” she announced to Mando, trying to break free from the intense moment that they’d just experienced. Had he felt it too? Alya wondered.

“Glad you liked it,” he replied, his tone leaving the answer to that question unclear to her.

“Glad I came,” she said, laying back onto the ship with a contented sigh. The thrill of finally seeing a fireworks show wore her out more than she’d care to admit, but she wasn’t ready to call it a day just yet. Now that the sky was dark, Alya looked straight up to see how clear the stars were shining tonight, and they didn’t disappoint her. Mando laid down next to her with a small grunt, and they silently observed the sky for a while, pointing things out to each other every so often.

“I wanted to know - how’d the rest of the job go with your… friend? Nobody followed you, you’ve been safe?” Mando said into their silence.

Alya chuckled lightly at the way Mando had referred to Nej so begrudgingly as her friend, but noticed a flutter pass through her at his protective questioning. “It went off without a hitch. I’m not sure how it went after Nej and I parted ways, but hopefully his group got what they needed out of Venka.”

“Doubt that he would crack very easily… Imperial training,” Mando replied.

“Nej did say I should visit to meet his wife and kids sometime, so maybe I could ask him then for the details,” Alya said, now reaching up to prop her hands behind her head.

“Wife and kids?” Mando repeated, surprise filling his voice.

“Mhm, told you there was nothing to be jealous of,” Alya teased.

“I was never worried about that,” Mando growled, a little too defensively for Alya to believe him. She just gave him a smug look, watching how flustered he’d gotten. “What exactly was the history there?” he asked. “It seemed sort of… tense between you two.”

Alya sighed. The way Mando easily asked her questions like that, just curiously wanting to know more about her made her feel so taken aback - he certainly had so much more to him than the initial impression he gave to others. He was caring, kind, and supportive underneath that quite literally hard exterior of his, and it made Alya’s heart sing, the way he’d been showing all of that to her.

“It’s a long story.” She thought for a moment, trying to summarize the long, painful history that was meeting and losing Myra for Mando to hear.

“We’ve got time,” Mando stated like there was nowhere he’d rather be than right here, talking to her. Alya made a noise of protest, but Mando persisted. “Talk to me, c’mon. Isn’t that what friends do?”

“I hate that you’re always right.” Alya sulked for a moment before deciding Mando had a point. She wanted him to know more, but a creeping fear always set in, something so deep in her that didn’t even have reasoning anymore, it just simply was. Something about being under a night sky with Mando seemed to make her more vulnerable, more willing to share with him, though.

“Well,” Alya blew out a breath, “I guess the tension started after Myra died. It was… because of me. She was trying to save my life out on a job, and she… well…” Alya now moved her arms from under her head and wrung her hands over her stomach, feeling a pit in her core growing at the vivid memories coming back to her. They had somehow never stopped being this vivid after all these years.

“I know I wasn’t there, but Alya, I know that it wasn’t your fault,” Mando said sincerely, looking intently at her now, and she almost wanted to believe his words.

“We weren’t even supposed to be there, but I’d wanted us to do the job even though it was dangerous. Beyond our level. I really needed the credits at the time. Didn’t even get the quarry in the end… she died for nothing.” Alya spoke the words with a confident anger towards herself - this was her truth she’d lived with, and nothing had made her question it until now.

“Sometimes… these things just happen. Saying she died for nothing - sometimes a tragedy is just a tragedy, right?” Mando said, now sitting up on his elbows to face her better. Despite his clear effort for eye contact, she refused to look back at him, feeling too open and vulnerable right now to add that level of intimacy to this moment.

Alya let out a small, shaky breath and blinked away the tears that had begun to prick behind her eyes. “I know you’re right, it just doesn’t always feel like that. Nej was completely broken, so he found someone to blame, and that someone was me. If you hear and think something is true long enough then you really start to believe it. So that’s what I’ve believed for a long time, deep down.”

“But you know, right? You know it wasn’t your fault? Something terrible happened, but it doesn’t mean you are the reason.”

“I… don’t -“ Alya stuttered. Nobody had ever spoken to her this way before, pushed her like this, and she was at a complete loss.

“Alya,” Mando cut in. “Tell me you know.”

“I know…” Alya closed her eyes tightly, the pain of it all washing over her.

“You know what?” Mando persisted with that commanding tone that made you want to do anything he said, anything he wanted.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s right,” Mando said, pride for her filling his voice. “I hope you believe that.”

“I think maybe I could. Someday.”

“I’ve spent a long time blaming myself for things that aren’t my fault. It’s not easy to realize when you need to stop putting that blame on yourself, but once you do…”

“Does it make it hurt any less?” Alya asked.

“No, it doesn’t. But it’s easier to hold this way.”

“I wish you couldn’t relate to this feeling,” Alya replied sympathetically. “It must have been hard to go through what you did as a kid.”

“It was. There are just things we have to live with, though.”

Alya finally returned his gaze and gave Mando a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she nodded in agreement. She realized he didn’t even know the half of the truth of that statement for her, and wondered if she could ever let him. As they laid together like this, feeling like the only two people in the galaxy, seeing the helmeted face she’d grown to trust and care about, she thought for the first time that maybe it was possible.

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Six Days Later

“What do you mean you’ve never gone swimming?!” Alya said incredulously into her communicator, sitting up on her bed. Mando had reached out to her again, and this seemed to be quickly becoming a routine for them after their meet up on Saleucami. Whenever one of them was bored traveling between planets in the last few days, they reached out to the other, talking about anything that came to mind, really. Their latest quarries, their favorite places they’d been to, how they generally found other people to be a pain in the ass. Sometimes they’d even just sit quietly for a while, feeling each other’s presence on the other side of the communicator.

“Not recreationally, at least… Mando replied, sounding amused. “It’s hard to swim when you can’t take your armor off in front of other people. I’ve been in the water with my armor on, but mostly by accident or because my life was in danger,” Mando mused.

“That sounds like a nightmare, Mando…” she blinked in disbelief at this absurd man on the other end of the communicator. “All the… wet… inside your armor? What do you even do afterwards?”

“Stay… wet… at least until I can be alone.” Mando chuckled.

Alya shuddered at the thought. “What about if you’ve been in the middle of nowhere on some planet, and nobody else is around, not even then?”

Mando was silent for a few extra seconds before responding. “I just… never considered it before, I guess.” Alya was realizing that Mando didn’t typically make much time for fun in his everyday life, and from everything she knew about him, why would he? Being raised as a warrior, bounty hunting for a living - it didn’t seem like it had ever been much of an option for him. She could certainly relate to that, she thought to herself.

“Alright, that’s it,” she said decisively, “I’m taking you swimming sometime. Somewhere private, with nobody but us around, and I’ll turn my back and let you do your thing.”

“You’re trying to tell me you could resist turning around to sneak a look?”

She gasped dramatically and held a hand to her chest in fake pain. “You wound me, Mando. Of course I could! I don’t want to disrespect you, unless you ask me to.” A sly smile spread across her face as she spoke.

He laughed audibly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Alya retorted, laying back down onto her bed, getting comfortable with the communicator perched next to her.

“Mmm… good one,” Mando said, and Alya got an image of him shaking his head at her on the other end in her mind. “Fine then, you can show me the wonders of swimming sometime.”

“It’s a deal. You’ll love it.” Alya wished she didn’t have such a stupid grin on her face right now, but at least Mando couldn’t see it.

“Wait, what are you doing? You sound a bit muffled,” Mando said suddenly.

“Er… I’m laying down,” Alya admitted sheepishly, nervously twirling a lock of her hair in her hand. She had been in her bed when the communicator had beeped suddenly, and she couldn’t resist picking up Mando’s call.

“Oh, I caught you when you were trying to sleep, sorry,” he said softly, sounding concerned.

“No no, it’s okay. I couldn’t really sleep anyways. Just laying here thinking in the dark, willing myself to be tired wasn’t working very well.”

“Thinking about what, hm?” Mando asked.

Alya didn’t answer.

“Alya?”

‘I’m here...” She paused for a moment, debating her next words, which felt like she had been on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off, and these words would send her careening into the unknown. “Thinking about how I’m wishing you were… here” she added tentatively but flirtatiously, biting her lip.

“I could be, if you send me your coordinates,” he said, his tone changing dramatically at her confession.

“Don’t be unreasonable,” she scoffed at him.

“You won’t tell me because you know I’ll actually do it.”

“No, you would not,” Alya retorted, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Don’t be too sure about that,” he said, then a beat later added more cautiously, “Why don’t you… just pretend I’m there in the meantime…”

Alya’s breath caught in her throat for a moment as she realized what he was implying with those words. “If you were here, what would you do?” A sly smile crept onto her face as she spoke.

“Where to begin…” Mando drawled, clearly enjoying dragging this out. “Your back seems awfully tired and sore, I’d want to rub that for you first, get you nice and relaxed.”

“Mmmm, sounds nice,” Alya mumbled half into her pillow as she shifted under her blanket, relaxing with his words in her ear.

“Your shoulders, your neck, run my hands through your hair. I’d wanna to make you feel so good.” Mando’s voice was sounding increasingly needy with each word, and she could tell that he was getting turned on. If she was being honest with herself, she was beginning to feel the same way..

“Now that I’m all relaxed, what next, hm?” Alya said, tracing her hands distractedly over her blanket, eagerly waiting for his response.

“Start kissing down your neck and your shoulders, maybe further if you’re lucky,” he said with ease, and Alya could practically feel every word as he said it, imagining him right there with her.

“Psh,” she scoffed. “I’d be lucky for sure.”

“Yes, you would,” he replied in a serious tone, and Alya’s body was already responding to his words with a dull ache starting in her core and traveling further down. She wanted him, and that was the only thought that was running through her mind right now.

“Not just stopping at kisses, are we?” Alya said, arching a brow, knowing she was slowly entering even more dangerous territory.

Mando let out a sultry laugh. “Not a chance. Now, I need you to do what I tell you next…” he said, his voice suddenly even more suggestive, “And wish it was me doing it to you.”

Alya felt her heartbeat pick up slightly, and a small, knowing smile crossed her face. “I can manage that,” she replied, feeling a flutter of nerves landing in her stomach as she listened closely for his next words.

“Good girl. Now take your hand and slide it nice and slow, down into your pants -“

“What if I’m not wearing any?” Alya interrupted. She was lying, but wanted to sweeten the deal for Mando and get him a little more riled up.

“Mmm, even better, freckles,” he purred, and Alya smiled at the fact that her fib seemed to be working wonders on him. “Get your hand down there, feel that perfect fucking pussy of yours for me.”

Alya gasped slightly at the sudden coarseness of his words but did as she was told, putting her hand down her pants, focusing her mind on when Mando once did this to her all those months ago. Fuck, she still thought and dreamed of it so often, almost too often. Alya hesitated, waiting with baited breath for Mando’s next command.

“Are you wet for me yet, beautiful girl?” he asked, his voice low, enticing, rumbling through the communicator close to Alya’s ear.

“Maker, yes,” she breathed out in response, unable to do anything else but Mando’s next bidding.

“Mm, perfect. Touch yourself, like I did for you before. Remember that?” Alya obeyed, beginning to rub a finger on her clit as he told her to.

“C-could never forget,” Alya mumbled through the beginning of the pleasure building inside of her, starting to feel her breath come out more heavily with every touch.

“Keep going, make yourself feel good for me. Nice and slow. Are you thinking of me while you do it?” he purred, and Alya felt her desire growing at how much he was enjoying this as well.

“Mhmm,” she purred, “You feel so good. Wish this was you,” Alya said amongst her panting breaths. Mando had said to go slow, but she could feel her need increasing every second as her body writhed more under her own touch. “P-please I need more,” she begged him.

“I would be putting my fingers as deep as they go, feeling every bit of that cunt of yours that I can’t stop thinking about. Do that for me.” With Mando’s new command, she used one hand to continue circling her clit while the other hand slid a finger inside of her. She moaned softly as she added another finger, already ready for it.

“I want to hear every breath, every moan for me,” Mando said, hearing her starting to cry out more and more at the feeling. She could hear the desperation in his voice to be there with her, and that his own breathing had become more ragged. The thought hit her at once: was he touching himself too?

“A-are you touching yourself…? Thinking o-of me?” Alya asked.

“Mmm, I am. Thinking of you always. Nothing could come close to what you did to me, though,” he replied through the comm in between a few pleasured groans.

“Fuck, no it can’t,” she said, thinking on her own experience with Mando pleasuring her.

“You make me crazy, you… feel so amazing,” he said distractedly, clearly getting too caught up in touching himself to keep directing Alya’s movements.

Alya felt her pleasure building dangerously close to climax, picturing Mando in that alleyway on Canto Bright, the way he’d felt underneath her in that inn on Nevarro, knowing he was the only one she could ever want like this. So desperately, so badly, it almost felt like a natural part of her now.

“F-fuck,” she gritted out, her fingers moving more rapidly, plunging them deep inside herself while thinking of Mando being right here with her, doing this to her. It was almost enough, but she needed him, she was so desperate for him to be there with her that she considering taking him up on the offer of sending her coordinates to him and waiting right here for him to fuck her to completion. “I need you,” she cried out in the heat of the moment, not caring one bit what she was admitting to him.

“Mmm, you have me, Alya. You have me, come on, beautiful. Think of me, I’m right there with you,” he rambled, breathless, and she could hear the furious slapping of his own flesh on the other end. She focused her mind on his hands, the quick glimpse she’d gotten of them in the alleyway, the way they’d trailed down her bare flesh and did this same thing to her. The thought of those hands touching himself, thinking of her hands and mouth all over him in that dark room in the inn. She let out low whimpers, close enough to the communicator for Mando to hear.

“Let me hear you cum for me,” Mando demanded, his voice becoming more strained from his own pleasure. His words finally sent Alya into her climax, and she tilted her head towards the communicator, breathy moans coming out as she called his name. She heard several grunting moans from his end as she shuddered and lifted her hips through her climax, and she knew hearing her had put him over the edge into his own orgasm.

Alya laid back into her cot, staring up at the ceiling as she came down from practically seeing stars. She was almost in shock - somehow she and Mando always found themselves back here, crossing the fine, razor thin line they had drawn for themselves to try and be friends.

“Maker, Alya, you - I don’t even have words,” Mando finally spoke, breathless still.

“Me either,” she said honestly. “I…” she trailed off, then sighed, still unsure of how to address what she really wanted to say. How many more times could they do something like this, and claim they could go back to how it was before? Each time they got this intimate it was harder for Alya to forget him, to move on from this sheer torture that was knowing and wanting him, and not letting herself have him fully. She heard Mando’s breaths through the communicator beginning to calm down along with her own, and they were both left with the reality of what they’d just done and having to process how they felt about it. The two of them were silent for an uncomfortable period of time before Mando spoke again.

“I… I don’t think we should be calling each other like this anymore, Alya” he said, trying his best to keep any emotion out of the words. Alya could read the frustration, pain, and hurt behind it, even through the distortion of the communicator. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest at hearing, not fully understanding his sudden change in perspective. Hadn’t they just been in the throes of passion only minutes ago? She moved to respond through the commlink after the sting of the words faded enough, but Mando had already disconnected them. Alya clutched the device with now trembling hands, her mouth hanging open slightly as if ready to speak words she wasn’t sure she’d ever get the chance to say to him now.

LOOK AT THEMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

#i just love this chapter so much #i wrote one of my favorite paragraphs possibly ever during the fireworks scene #i'm just a romantic bitch at heart i'm living for this #and their comms sex??? hello!!!#signs of a lifetime #fanfic #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x oc #the mandalorian x oc #mando x oc #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fluff #din djarin smut #the mandalorian fluff #the mandalorian smut

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nunalastor · 1 month

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Charlie getting concerned over Lucifer's insistence on proving himself as Alastor's partner to Susan:

Charlie: Please dad, c'mon. This isn't worth it!

Lucifer: Charlie. She called me a gigolo. A gigolo! I don't even know what that means but I know I can't let it stand!

Charlie: Who cares!? Susan's mean to everyone! Even if you did somehow get her to like you she'd still be a mean old bitch to you!

Rosie: She absolutely would.

Lucifer: I just need to get through to her that I'm not just playing around with Alastor's (probably shriveled) heart! Cox isn't even that great, he's clearly just as bad as Susan thinks I am! Maybe, no, definitely worse!

Charlie: Wh- You don't even like Alastor!

Lucifer: Not the point.

Rosie: [Chuckles while Charlie groans.]

[Suddenly the doors burst open and Alastor storms in, murder in his eyes.]

Rosie: Enjoy your date, hon?

Alastor: Rosie dear, if you must revel in my suffering, I'd honestly rather you use pliers to remove my fingernails one by one.

[The door bursts open again and Vox and Susan stroll in, smiling and chatting.]

Vox: Oh Alastor, you left the very expensive gift I got you in the car!

Alastor: (through gritted teeth) That's very generous of you, but I-

Susan: [Growls and raises her umbrella threateningly.]

Alastor: ...Thank you.

Susan: (sweetly) Aw, what a nice young man. I don't understand why you two didn't work out.

Susan: (angrily, to Lucifer) Unlike this fuckin' cheapskate over here.

Lucifer: I built him a whole new radio tower!

Susan: Pssht. That fuckin' eyesore? I wouldn't let a pig live in that sty.

Alastor: [Actually likes the new radio tower but refuses to say so.]

Alastor: Well as lovely as it has been to spend time with the both of you, I believe it's time you were on your way. Vox does have quite the hectic schedule to return to, no?

Vox: Alas, being the CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation does eat up one's free time. If only I could spend all day locked up in my mansion playing with toys-

Lucifer: [Eye twitch.]

Vox: -or better yet, doting on you as you deserve. But you're right. I really should be getting back to my important work. It's been just wonderful to see you again, Alastor.

[Under Susan's glare, Alastor holds his hand out for a handshake. Vox takes Alastor's hand, bows, and raises Alastor's hand to his mouth for a kiss. Alastor goes rigid and flashes the radio dial eyes but before he can retaliate, Vox pulls him close and wraps his free hand around Alastor's waist.]

Vox: Until next time, Alastor~

[Vox leaves, shooting a stunned Lucifer and an infuriated Alastor a smug look. Susan is oblivious.]

Susan: Such a romantic. I might just snap him up myself at this rate!

Alastor: By all means, don't let me stand in your way.

Susan: [Swats him with the umbrella.]

Susan: Don't give me that cheek, boy. You're lucky Vox is willing to give you a second chance after you broke his heart! I hope next time I see you, you've pulled that fuck-ass bob outta yer ass and dumped the gigolo.

Susan: [Leaves.]

Alastor: ...Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to go run my hand under boiling water for an hour.

Alastor: [Leaves.]

Charlie: ...Dad?

Lucifer: Yeah?

Charlie: (eyes red, horns out) Destroy that motherfucker.

Lucifer: Oh, with pleasure.

Rosie: (sipping her tea) Oooh, things are about to get really interesting...

👀

#hazbin hotel #alastor #radioapple #lucifer #appleradio #radio apple #apple radio #asks #nunalastor asks #susan (derogatory)#the cox chronicles

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 8 months

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Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo x Stereotypical! Popular bitch! Reader

Okay, so this is a songfic... NSFW at it's most, a lime at it's least.

Not the songfic that has lyrics on them, but fics that are heavily inspired by songs. And this time, it's Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica.

I'm not that knowledgable with Emos to be fair... I'm only doing it in a way where the fic reads like a stereotypical late 90's and early 20's teen flick! I think. I hope.

Also, the bitch here means someone who sleeps around quite a lot, and not the mean type. Just wanna put that out there.

So, I do apologize if I offended someone ಥ‿ಥ

Like any song fic, I recommend listening to Emo Boy while reading.

Yandere! Emo name: Ashton

TW: stereotypical Emo, stereotypical popular bitch

Ashton always had a fascination with the Emo lifestyle. He loved the music associated with it, especially the people indulging in the lifestyle. He loved how emotional and in tune they are with their emotions and is not afraid to show who they are.

When the got the opportunity to study senior high school in a small yet lively town, he knew he had to grab it.

And when he finally got out of the grasps of his conservative family, he felt free.

No more people calling him demon worshipper, finally (although, now that he thinks about it, aren't the goths the one being called demon worshippers?)

So with black skinny jeans, long, dark black hair that covered his eyes, rings, piercings, chains, sneakers, and a graphic tee shirt, he knew he was ready.

But what he didn't expect was being ostracized by being Emo.

But then, don't people like him always get bullied?

With a grumble while sitting on his chair, all alone, he gripped his pen while in the middle of writing a poem.

"Nobody understands me." Ashton muttered, his dark eyes a stormy grey.

This school he's in is filled with stereotypes, he just realized. Mean Jocks and Cheerleaders, two faced popular bitches, pushover nerds, slobbery otakus, social outcasts... He wonders if his life is a real life teen flick.

So rather than dive into the complicated social hierarchy, he just sits in his seat, reading and listening to MCR and P!ATD just like a true stereotype.

His life filled with such deep melancholy as he trudged in this hormone filled prison that he calls a school.

Hmm. He should write that in his journal.

But then he woke up in his bedroom, his hair having a cowlick he can't put down.

Okay... That's weird.

Then, when he tried to tease and straighten his hair, it won't budge, forcing him to let it stay wavy/curly and covet his eyes just like that.

Then, his favorite graphic tee was eaten by rats...

And his sneakers were accidentally bleached...

Then, as if the day was mocking him, it was really sunny and hot, smiling and cooking him in his dark ensemble.

"What the fuck..."

He suddenly felt a foreboding dread inside of him.

When he got in the school and sat down at his seat at the back, he heard whispers of a new person transferring to this school.

The talk of the town, y/n, was now being speculated which clique they will belong in.

And when they rolled in a pink rover, the school crowd knew they're going to be in the popular rich kids.

Immediately, you integrated into the clique like it was a natural thing to do.

With your quite the revealing clothes, your bimbo/himbo like personality, and your knack for bedding people if you wanted, you got into the social hierarchy just like that. Labeled as the slut, you paraded around the school with that title with your newfound friends.

Trendy, social, quite the airhead, yet charming in your own right, and such a seductive figure too. Nobody can resist your charms.

Not even Ashton.

He tried to fight back the attraction he had with you, and your fashionable pink fit, and fluttery eyelashes.

But he can't.

The hierarchy said no, and his brain also says no.

Yet his heart sings yes.

And he always follows his feelings and his heart.

It was small efforts at first. Poems, love letters filled with such romantic words.

All slipped in your locker, in a cute pink envelop and a sweet sampaguita smell on it.

You knew who it was from, and you loved it.

"Are you really interested in that Emo boy in the HUMSS department?" One of your friends asked, sipping on a disguised flask of alcohol.

You and your friends are in the rooftop, hanging out and skipping classes. Gossip flies out of your mouths and recent "relationships."

"Yeah I am. He's cute and funny... And him being soooo in touch with his emotions is soooo hot." You said, a typical valley accent on your tone.

You twirled your hair and bit your lip, a hot feeling in your body.

You really don't know why you're so attracted to him.

"I just really want to see and feel how good in bed he is." You nonchalantly added, fanning yourself a bit.

Your other friends grimaced a bit.

"... Really? But he's so..."

"Dark."

"Weird."

"And so complicated with his words."

"He's also always alone and listens to those sad emo bands."

You huffed and cocked your hips to the side.

"Hey! He's emotional and deep!" You rolled your eyes. "Besides, I just want to fuck him. I mean, I haven't been with an emo boy."

You thought back to how Ashton walks away from you in those tightest skinny jeans, his ass round and his legs toned.

You wondered really as to why you're so... Desperate to fuck him. Because most of the time, other people are the ones who want to fuck you.

Frustration welled up inside you as you groaned.

"Yeah I truly wonder why myself." You grumbled.

You grabbed the letter from your back pocket, reading Ashton's poem for you.

I burn for you. Your lips so tantalizing, So pillowy and so sacred. It's something I, so lowly am I, Cannot dream of locking with mine. I do not need to know if you're the devil, Tantalizing as you are, Or the deity you claim to be in my dreams, Bringing retribution to my dark and dreary life. Your body so tempting, I want to embrace and bury myself within you. I want to claim and mark you as my own, My bleeding heart corrupting your alluring self. But I know I can't. So I only look at you with starry eyes, As you shine the most beautiful in a pedestal that I molded in your visage.

You understood the poem a bit, and it irritated you.

"What do you mean you'll not pursue me?!" You yelled, gripping the letter. "I can't believe he'll confess like this and not... Go for me?!"

Your friends chuckled and read the poem and was surprised to see how whimsical this confession of lusty attraction is.

"Wow... Okay, I give you my blessing to bed him." One of your friends said and you rolled your eyes and snatching the poem away from him.

"I know. And I'm trying." You spat out. "I need a stress reliever. Let's go shopping."

What you didn't know is that Ashton is listening to your confession, and is fighting the urge to take you then and there.

He smirked and tried to calm his fast beating heart as he slowly unbuckled his pants, lust filling him as he continued to replay your confession of wanting to fuck him.

Maybe next poem will be an invitation to his house.

The sound of bed creaking filled the dark room, along with the pants and moans of two people indulging in the desire of flesh.

"Hmm fuck... Ashton..."

"Y/n you're so tight..."

You moaned as Ashton continued to thrust inside of you, his throat audibly clearing as sweat trickled down his throat.

Your eyes trailed down his body, loving the feeling of being under this man.

The hot and damp air encased the two of you, giving a secure and secret paradise, away from the prying eyes.

"Harder Ashton!" Your raspy voice demanded, gripping his arm as he pushed your thighs to the sides of your torso, bending your back as he went deeper, faster, and harder.

"God you make me feral..." Ashton groaned out, feeling your walls squeeze around him stubbornly, not wanting to let go as he pushed you into a mating press in an animalistic need to bury himself deep within you.

The bed creaked violently, accompanying the orchestra of your moans and groans as you both desperately reached your high, and when he spilled inside of you, you knew that you wanted more.

So you kissed him on the lips deeply, interlocking your tongue with his as you both worked into getting into it again.

Yet, as Ashton smirked and gripped your thigh once more, ready to go, a stray perfume bottle rolled under the bed from the movement, a label on the bottle printed "love potion" on it.

A sweet smell of sampaguita permeating as a drop fell on the floor, glowing.

So if you don't get it, Ashton sprays the love potion on the poems he gives you, making you irrationally desperate for him as he is for you xx.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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interestofthemonth · 2 months

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Alastor includes himself on couples' dates.

He follows Cherri and Pentious on a date every now and then just solely to be a nuisance. Cause some mayhem on the night out. Kill a waiter here, blow up a building there. It nearly ruins the dates every time, but Cherri is a freak and finds positive twists each time. "That waiter was my second cousin who was a dick anyway, at least I don't have to see him at family reunions now." "I'm an arsonist, what part of the building exploding did you think was gonna be a turn-off for me?" He continues to tag along out of the sheerest of boredoms.

Going along with Chaggie is more common. Charlie can (and has) straight up invited Al on dates. Hell's princess takes any bonding opportunity she can get - especially with Alastor who is most standoff-ish during her redemption lessons. It drives Vaggie mad how he worms his way into their day, but she loves her girl because of that impossibly good heart of hers so she always allows it. Charlie is just so happy to have a second dad who is interested in her life the hotel's benefactor take an interest in their way of life. As a trio, they'll take walks around the city, visit art museums (i would love to see the type of art a museum from Hell keeps), and go on picnics together. Tame to the point of tedious, but Al still enjoys the company and Vaggie's sour face.

But when Husk and Angel start having actual dates? 8/10 times Alastor is with them. Mostly bc he lives to be an annoyance for Husk. Cause, you know, Husk actually tries to be romantic for Angel Dust. After a life of repression and an afterlife of abuse, Angel doesn't really have a sense of romance even though he has a longing for it. The former Overlord wants to give him everything he deserves. They go to carnivals, to the drive-in theatres, to the beach, ice skating, dancing, stargazing. However, a candle-lit dinner looses some flare when your cannibal boss orders toes as an appetizer for the table. But Angel is still smiling so Husk is satisfied. Without knowing it, Al being a creep ends up helping Angel get better into the rhythm of going on real dates. It takes some of the pressure off of him to be perfect - to not fuck things up like he knows he always does. Plus Angel kind of likes Al - they both have a certain . . . draw to entertainment. Can't be bored for too long. So every now and then, they team up to cause chaos have fun and the poor kitty hangs his head as he goes along with his boyfriend's and contractor's every whim. Occasionally Al will bring Niffty as his plus one, claiming he needs to air her out a little bit so she might as well join their fun. Those turn into the most hectic nights but also the ones with the most laughter. And, truth be told, despite how everyone thinks Charlie is the biggest Huskerdust shipper (practically crying rainbows when they first became official) Alastor can and will do everything in his power to keep these fools together. He gets far too much enjoyment out of the pair. Hell, he starts looking forward to Thursday night swing dancing dates. The Radio Demon third wheels so hard to the point that he is a salty, bitter bitch for weeks after finding out Angel assigned Fat Nuggets as Best Man for their (imaginary) wedding. His temper tantrum ends when the couple tell him he can be the officiant.

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months

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Just really close roommates?

You guys wanted Rosekiller :D

Year One:

"McGonagall's a hardass," Barty grumbles, collapsing back on the foot of Evan's bed, rolling his eyes. "Twenty-four inches in two days? I'm going to die."

He realizes too late that Evan is giving him a weird look, probably because he has just invaded his personal space. "Erm, sorry," he apologizes, sitting up and making to move off of the bed.

"Nah," Evan shrugs, grinning. "Too right. She's a bitch."

And Barty laughs.

Year Two:

"-and then Father said he'd rather I have been sorted in any other house than Slytherin," Barty says shrugging.

Evan, from his usual space at the head of the bed, kicks Barty's shoulder with his foot. "Your father's a prick."

Barty just snorts from his spot by Evan's feet. "Yeah. Fuck him."

Year Three:

"Alright. Marry, shag, kill..." he begins his turn, searching around his brain for the perfect three girls. He's wedged next to Evan in his bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at the canopy above them.

"Shag, Narcissa Black. Every time. But don't tell Regulus," Evan smirks.

Barty cackles, ignoring a weird feeling in his stomach.

Year Four

His head is in Evan's lap, the taller boy's long fingers combing through his hair. "I took that bird to Hogsmeade," Evan offers as they lay there.

"She put out?" Barty askes, grinning.

Evan winks. "That's between me and the broom cupboard."

"Slag."

But he feels a strange pang in his chest.

Year Five

"You're an idiot," Evan says, rolling his eyes as Barty leans back into his chest.

"She's the idiot. She wants me to skip hanging out with you lot? For what?"

"Your anniversary!" Evan almost yells, shaking Barty with his laughter.

"One month hardly counts," Barty argues, rolling his eyes and leaning into Evan's hands in his hair. It makes him feel better. Calmer.

Year Six

"Honestly never would have though it'd be Reg who'd be the first of us to settle down," Barty quips, laying next to Evan, tangling their legs together.

"He's a romantic at heart," Evan jokes back.

"Don't let him hear you say that. I won't protect you," Barty warns, grinning.

"Like I need your protection," Evan says, nudging him.

He pushes back, making the taller boy yelp a bit, grab him to stop himself from toppling off the small bed. And then suddenly, without even thinking about it, they're rolling. And Barty is, without even really knowing how he got there, laying on top of Evan.

"I-" he begins to say, not sure what to say, because his body is hot, now, his chest pressing to Evan, his voice stuck in his throat.

But Evan just laughs awkwardly and places his hands on Barty's hips gingerly, rolling them both back on their sides.

The only thing that gives Barty some hope that Evan is just as confused as he is?

He leaves his hands there for a few minutes as they continue to talk.

Year Seven

"It'll be weird, huh? To not have this next year." Evan says it so casually, but the statement stabs Barty in the chest as he lays on top of Evan, their bodies pressed together.

"Suppose...suppose we lived together?" he whispers, unable to speak any louder for fear of rejection.

Evan chuckles. "You still want to be roommates? After dealing with me for seven years?"

It's only then that it all comes violently colliding into place in Barty's head.

Roommates?

No.

He does not want to be roommates with Evan.

So he takes a deep, steadying breath and murmurs, "Maybe...maybe really close roommates?" he asks, unable to find the words for what he wants.

But before Evan can open his mouth to ask for clarification, his bemused expression showing Barty that he is definitely confused, Barty leans in and kisses him.

And the kiss is insane. It is intense and passionate and all tongue and teeth and they're already pressed so tightly together that Barty realizes he's been a total idiot for not doing this sooner.

Evan pulls back for a minute, eyes wide and pupils blown and whispers with a chuckle, "Really close roommates, huh?"

"Fuck off, you arse."

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What if the reader and Noah have been training together with Ash, doing kickboxing and all that. They haven't hung out together, but one day, Noah invites the reader over. They find out that they have more in common than they realize.

You can make this cute, romantic, fluff, smutty...you do you :)

Ahhh mi mayor amor, this ask holds a special place in my heart. I trained martial arts for a long time. This sounds like a lot of fun. Now, I will forewarn you, I’ve never done a reader perspective fic before. I’m nervous. The Y/N thing scares me, but I’m going to take a crack at it. Honest feedback is appreciated! After writing notes: I'm so FUCKING evil. :)

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Hehehehehe.......

Vices

“Damn it!” My hand tapped the leg cinched around my throat, my mouth guard nearly choking me as I struggled.

The grip loosened and I rolled backward over my head, fist punching the mat beneath me. The Dutch braids my hair was in was faltering, and I stared at the man in front of me.

“What the fuck am I doing wrong?!”

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re going to get this.” Ash, despite being covered in a thin layer of sweat, was smiling warm at me, trying to calm my frustration.

“We’ve been at this for twenty fucking minutes, dude! I keep getting locked the fuck up!” My hands gestured in front of me, my backside rested on my heels.

“You’ve only been doing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for three months. You’re still learning. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moved to stand. “You want to take a break?”

I stood as well, leaning down into my stance. “No. Let’s go again.”

Ash quirked a brow, defeated, and shook his head, bending down as well. Before I could reach for him, a voice echoed from behind me, disrupting my focus.

“You’re too tense. You need to shake off some of that rage you got there, doll.”

I snapped my head over, inadvertently whipping myself in the mouth with the end of my braid.

Noah stood, tall and sweaty, leaning against one of the heavy punching bags lining the back wall of the room. A towel was draped over his left shoulder, his water bottle in his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“If I wanted your opinion, dick, I would’ve asked for it.”

He threw his hands up defensively. “Just trying to help.”

Scoffing, I turned back around to ready myself. “Sure. I believe that.”

If there was anyone in this gym that I considered a nemesis, it was Noah ‘Dickwad’ Sebastian. I couldn’t fucking stand him. He was arrogant, unbearably fucking tall, and insanely fucking irritating.

We met for the first time when I joined the gym three months ago. He had been training here only six months longer than I, and from the beginning, he was constantly poking a fucking stick at me. It didn’t make sense, and I didn’t fucking care.

I learned through whispers in the gym that he was in a band, so when I googled him and learned what he did for a living, I wasn’t impressed in the slightest.

So what if he could sing? Didn’t make him any less intolerable. He wouldn’t sing too well if I stuck my foot down his throat, anyway.

Had I added a few of his songs to my workout playlist? Maybe. That's beside the point.

Ash wrapped me up in the arm bar yet again, my wrist screaming at me to tap out before it snapped in two. My fingers tapped his leg, and he released me.

“Alright Fireball, that’s enough for one day.” He stood, walking over to his corner where he kept his bag and water.

I noticed Noah had left, so I relaxed, straightening my shirt and making my way over to my own bag next to Ash.

“What am I doing wrong, dude? Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Honestly? You’re just off right now. Did something happen today?”

Rolling my eyes, I sprayed water into my mouth. “My bitch of a mother called me this morning.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That angered you?” His question was sincere. I didn’t share a lot about my personal life with my gym mates.

“It did.” Was all I gave before I slung my bag over my shoulder and slipped my slides on.

He nodded in approval. “Trying to train angry never works. It makes you unfocused. That’s why we do breathing exercises beforehand.” He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Try to let it go. We’ll work on it more tomorrow.”

His words calmed my fried nerves ever so slightly, and I grinned at him.

“Thanks Ash. I’ll see you then.”

Life really fucking blows sometimes. The last week had been a shit show and a half, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t been back to the gym because work had kept me busy, then I got rear-ended, totaling my ‘98 Corolla, and had been dodging calls from my Mom every hour like clockwork.

Needless to say, when I stepped foot into the gym, the smell of perspiration and mat cleaner was like a breath of fresh air.

My eyes searched, noticing an unfamiliar class going. I spotted Ash, whose eyes flashed over to me before he halted his spar, and jogged over.

“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you in over a week.”

I nodded. “Rough few days, but I’m good now.”

He smiled, but a look of concern crossed his face.

“Gosh, Y/N, I’m sorry, but we’re not running regular classes this week. There’s a tournament on the weekend, we’ve got to train our competitors.”

My mood fell, my shoulders going with it. I needed the relief. I needed to train.

Ash saw my eyes, and a sympathetic look crossed his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”

I shook my head, waving a hand. “No, no. That’s okay. I totally understand.”

He chewed the inside of his lip, peering around the room. A sly smile perked up on his lips.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, which I did, kicking my sandals off before entering the mat, giving a quick bow.

When we rounded the corner into the back of the gym, my feet halted just before the line of bags. Only one person was there, gloves and shin guards on, practicing his combinations.

Oh hell no.

“Y/N, why don’t you spar with Noah?”

My jaw dropped as he stopped mid-hook, pulling an earbud out. “What’s up?”

His chestnut brown hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were widened slightly. I suddenly felt very exposed, only in a sports bra and fitness leggings.

“Would you be willing to spar with Y/N?”

Noah’s eyes made a show of looking me up and down, a devious grin creeping over his face.

“Oh, of course.”

I snorted, looking at Ash. “Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “You’re my only two not competing. It gives you a way to train.”

Holding up a hand toward Noah, my voice raised several octaves. “How am I supposed to spar with him?! He’s a fucking tree!” I motioned to my own height. “I’m only five fucking three!”

Ash’s eyes narrowed at me, clearly not amused with my tantrum.

“Listen, this is the only solution I have for you this week. If you don’t want to, totally fine.” He interlocked his fingers. “But I think it would be good for you.” He glanced between us. “Both of you.”

And just like that, he left.

Noah stared at me now, waiting for my decision. I just shook my head and snarled. “Fuck this.”

Turning to leave, I heard his voice call after me. “Yeah, figured you’d be too scared.”

I froze mid-step, craning my neck to look back at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. I’m intimidating.” He was unhooking his shin guards, tossing them to the side.

“Are you, now?” I turned back around, arms crossing over my chest.

His gloves went next, falling next to his bag. “Obviously.”

“You’re way out of my weight class, Noah.”

He smirked. “Calling me fat?”

I rolled my eyes. What a fucking douche.

“You have an unfair advantage with your long noodle limbs.”

He sucked his teeth, taking a short drink of water. “Having fun insulting me today, huh?”

“Doesn’t change the circumstance.”

“You joined martial arts for self defense, right?”

I jutted my hip out. “So?”

He set down his bottle, running long tattooed fingers through his damp hair.

“So, you think every attacker is going to be the same size and weight as you?”

This gave me pause. He had a point.

I let my bag fall casually off my shoulder, holding my arms up in defeat.

“Fine.” I stepped forward to the middle of the mat. “You want to spar? Let’s do it.”

His eyes sparkled, which made my breath catch for a second, as he walked over to me.

His long form bowed forward as I did, before we bent down in our stance.

It was as I expected; infuriating.

His arms could nearly wrap me around twice. His legs were surprisingly strong, his thighs much more muscular than I had originally anticipated. I kept having to tap, which was making me angrier with each match.

“This is bullshit!”

He hopped on the mat, keeping his blood flowing. “You’re overthinking it. Going rigid.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Fuck that. I’m just too fucking small for this.”

He shook his head, eyes locked on my face. “You’re not. You need to let go. Quit thinking about it so hard.”

We restarted, and I let his words soak in. Feeling my heart beating, my lungs breathing, I let my body instinctively take over. Noah’s thighs wrapped around my waist, but I managed to wrap and arm between them, breaking his grip. Before I could celebrate my victory, he wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me in a reverse choke.

I had to stop and think. Lifting my arm, I found his neck, and locked in tight, causing him to double over, and his arm to slip.

I flipped away from him and stood back up, hands out and waiting. He grabbed me, but I was faster, sprawling low and taking out his right leg before wrapping his ankle in a crushing grip.

I felt his fingers tap my leg three times, and released him, squealing in excitement.

Jumping to my feet, I clapped my hands together, smiling wildly.

“I fucking did it!”

He laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily, and gave me a weak thumbs up. I stood over him, bent at the waist, and smiled as sugary as possible.

“You okay Daddy Long Legs?”

He lowered his eyebrows and licked his lips. “I like when you call me Daddy.”

Snickering, I stood up, reaching a hand out for him to use to stand up. Once on his feet, he padded over to his water bottle.

It had already been an hour, when I had the sense to check the time.

“Damn, I’ve got to get home. The cat needs to be fed.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Same time tomorrow?”

I smirked, shouldering my bag. “If you’re not too scared.”3

After three training sessions with Noah, I could feel my perspective of him begin to change ever so subtly. Sure, he was still a perverted douche, but he was also a really dedicated sparring partner. He was always on time, he was interested in my progress, and gave some pretty honest feedback about my technique.

Did I hate seeing him every day? No. Not exactly. I didn’t want to go as far as to say I enjoyed his company, but maybe I wore my nicer sports bras to the gym? Maybe my braids were pulled a little tighter because he was rough with them? Maybe I wore a light mist of body spray before I got there?

Maybe.

So, to my disappointment, come Wednesday, our fourth day training together, he wasn’t already there when I walked in. My face fell when I rounded the corner, expecting to catch him warming up on the bag. I had come to look forward to our banter back and forth prior to training. I also looked forward to watching him hit the bag, but I knew that was just because of his form. It was…exceptional.

Considering he could be stuck in traffic, or had a prior engagement, I decided to start warming up without him.

I made quick work of wrapping my hands and slipping my gloves on before starting my music and assaulting the bag in front of me. I let my mind wander while I pushed each combination out, using my emotions to channel the force.

Before I realized, I had listened to nearly half of my workout playlist, and there was still no sign of him. My head glanced around, and a deep feeling settled on my chest.

As much as I didn’t like the guy, it would’ve been nice for him to mention he wasn’t coming today. When I saw him yesterday, he didn’t say anything about skipping today. I couldn’t ask him myself. I didn’t know his number or any way to reach him.

Deciding it wasn’t worth the irritation, I stepped back from my bag, and began removing my gloves, tucking them back into my bag. As I did so, a flash flew by my peripheral vision, and I stood straight, noticing him.

Noah had walked - no, stomped on to the mat, flung his bag down, earbuds already in and blasting loudly in his ears, and hastily grabbed his gloves out, slipping them on.

I just stood, staring at him, leaning against my respective bag. He paid me no attention, not even glancing in my direction. Something had him pissed. His face had turned a harsh shade of crimson, only darkening as he went at the bag, his voice letting out sharp exclamations every so often.

Carefully, I took three steps closer, touching the bag next to him, eyes searching all over for a sign of what made him so angry. What had happened? Noah was one of the coolest cucumbers I had met in a long time, never bothered by seemingly anything.

Who had hurt him?

Deciding to chance it, knowing he couldn’t hear me, I let my fingers lightly touch the bag he punched during one of his ten second breaks.

For the first time, his eyes looked at me, and were almost black with the rage they held. It made me startle, my eyes widening.

“Noah?”

He rubbed at his ear with his glove, making one earbud fall out. “Not today, Y/N.”

His words didn’t leave room for pressure or questions.

Unfortunately for him, I’m not one to heed a warning.

Narrowing my eyes, I took a step forward as he raised his gloves again, standing between him and the bag still swaying.

His shoulders tensed, and he lowered his gloves, glaring at me.

“Move.”

I crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow.

“Or what?”

“Or I will move you.”

Pursing my lips, I contemplated this. He could, if he wanted to.

“No.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking.” His voice was deadly.

“I’m not moving. Not until you talk to me.”

He furrowed his brow, incredulous. “About what?”

“What has you so upset?”

He bared his teeth, irritation rising. “Since when do we talk? You don’t even like me.”

Uncrossing my arms and opening myself a bit to show I wasn’t trying to be a complete pain in the ass, I shrugged. “I don’t dislike you.”

He scoffed, slipping his gloves off. “Since fucking when?”

“Since you turned out to be more tolerable than I originally thought.”

He shook his head, taking a long gulp from his bottle. “Thanks, doll. Appreciate that.”

Still raging, but slightly more approachable, I took a step toward where he stood at his gym bag.

“C’mon Noah. Maybe sparring will make you feel better?”

He waved at me, disregarding me. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Because…?” I leaned closer to where he was bent over the bag, unwrapping his hands.

“I don’t want to talk about it, alright?”

Standing up straight, I adjusted my sports bra, which I noticed his eyes caught.

“Then grapple with me.” My solution was simple.

After a moment of careful consideration, he eventually stood back up, staring as I made my way to the middle of the mat.

We bowed, and he leaned down, hands up. “I’m not holding back today.”

I smirked. “Please don’t. I want it all, baby boy.”

This triggered him, his hips dropping to the mat in a hard sprawl, arms wrapping up my waist, dropping me like a hot rock on my back. The air rushed from my lungs before I could prevent the grip he held on my torso. His arms squeezed me in a hard choke, but I wasn’t tapping today.

I managed to get a hand under his left thigh, bending it back at a long angle, making his grip falter just enough to get turned around in his arms. My head slipped loose, but he was back on me. Impossibly strong hands gripped my left thigh, flipping me onto my back. My legs instinctively wrapped around his midsection while he tried to get a grasp on my forearm, to which I squirmed, putting pressure on his rib cage with my legs.

A heavy, deep growl escaped his throat, which made my thighs involuntarily twitch around him. I don’t think he noticed. He was angry, fighting something other than myself at this moment.

His arms came up under mine, and he lifted me off of the ground, and dropped me back into my ass hard, popping my legs open.

My limbs sprawled out on the mat, my breath coming heavily, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He kneeled over me, hair hanging off of his face in sweat-soaked tendrils, threatening to touch my forehead.

We sat there while I watched the darkness in his eyes dissolve, his breathing getting more and more even. The scowl on his face softened for a moment, and I couldn’t help when my hands reached up to grip his sides, squeezing in a hard grasp.

Noah was hurting. I didn’t know why. Something or someone had hurt him. And here, in this moment, I had him.

We knew so little of each other. Only having spent time in this safe haven together, we had bonded over the last few days, and I knew I was the only person who could relax the fire raging behind his chest right now.

“Noah?” I whispered into the space between us, fighting the urge to touch his face.

“Thanks.”

I quirked a brow. “For what?”

“Being here.”

Smiling, I pressed my fingers harder into his sides. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. You don’t even know it, but you did.”

I did know, but hearing him say it gave me a small flutter in my chest.

“Anytime.”

I tapped my code into my phone, and opened the Uber app. Zipping my sweater against the cool spring air, I began the process of searching for a driver to take me home.

“Hey.” I turned to see him walking out behind me. “Headed home?”

I nodded. “Yeah, just got to wait for a driver.” I waved my phone for show.

“You have to call an Uber? Where’s your car?”

Shrugging, I looked back down at the app that stated it was still looking for a driver.

“Got totaled last week.”

He walked over to me. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No big deal.”

His eyes bounced between me, and the parking lot where his shiny black Navigator sat under the moonlight.

“Want a ride?”

I shook my head. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can get an Uber.”

He smiled, all sense of his earlier anger wiped clean. “I promise I’m cheaper.” His keys twirled around his long fingers.

I smirked, and closed my app. “Alright.”

The drive to my house wasn’t long, but before we even made it out of the parking lot, he looked over to me. “Hungry?”

I was leaned back, sending my mother a text. “Uh,” I locked my phone. “I mean, I never eat heavy after a workout.”

He nodded. “Same. But there’s a Yogurtland up the street?”

My lips pinched together. “What’s that?”

He turned out of the parking lot, but still managed to stare at me. “Frozen yogurt?”

I just threw my hands up. “Never had it.”

The look he gave me was as if I was insane. “You’ve never had frozen yogurt?”

“Isn’t it essentially just ice cream?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s better.”

“Pfft. I doubt that.”

He turned into the parking lot of the yogurt place, and enthusiastically jumped out of the truck. In the few minutes it took for us to get there, I had been working my Dutch braids out, letting my dark hair loose, waves set in from the style. Letting myself out of the truck, I stopped short when I noticed him standing in front of the store, staring at me.

“What?”

He had the smallest, most amused smile tugging at his lips. “Your hair.”

I walked toward him. “What? Is it all fucked up?” I started tousling it, pulling at the tangles.

“No. It looks nice. I’ve never seen it down.”

I thought about it. I always kept my braids in at the gym. I wasn’t trying to have it ripped from my scalp.

“Oh.” A hot blush crept up my neck. “Thanks.”

I slipped in the door past him toward the counter. He proceeded to spend five whole minutes explaining flavors, toppings, mixes, and syrups to add.

After I finally elected for a simple vanilla with raspberries on top, and he went with chocolate with Oreo pieces, we found a small table and sat down.

He watched intently as I tried it, waiting for a reaction. I was pleasantly surprised.

“So?” I glanced up at him. “What do you think?”

Swallowing my spoonful, I nodded. “I’m impressed. Still like ice cream better.”

He rolled his eyes digging into his own cup.

“So,” I started, mixing my raspberries in. “you think you’re ready to talk about it?”

He stopped, his spoon halfway to his mouth, and eyed me curiously. “Why do you want to know?”

My yogurt was already starting to melt. “I’m just wondering. You were pretty upset tonight.”

He just nodded, looking into his cup, pushing the Oreos around. “I was.”

“You don’t actually have to tell me. I just know from experience that it usually helps.”

“Does it?” He still wasn’t looking at me.

“It can. Especially with someone who doesn’t know about it.”

I watched as his throat moved when he swallowed. “I’ve got a friend…” He stopped. “Had a friend. He passed away a couple years ago.”

I just sat, watching him, giving him space.

“We released a song with his band. It was a tribute sort of thing.” Dropping his cup, he leaned back. “Anyway, it came out about a week ago.”

He had stopped speaking, fingernail picking at the cuticle on his thumb.

“And it made you upset?”

“It hurt.” The sound of his voice was a soft echo, the words catching behind his tonsils.

The overwhelming temptation to stand up and wrap my arms around him gnawed at me as I watched his eyes well up, his face twisting to try and push them back down.

Instead, I settled on reaching a hand across the table, slipping my fingers around his wrist.

His eyes gazed up at me, and he gave me the most heartbreaking smile.

“I’ll be alright. It was just a gut punch, you know?”

Grazing a thumb over his tattoos, I stared at him deeply, attempting to convey my condolences.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Noah.”

A sniffle cleared the air, and he lifted a hand to make quick work of wiping his eyes.

“Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

After yogurt, I made it a point to make sure Noah had my cell number in case he ever needed to talk. I almost regretted it, as he had been sending me memes nearly since we parted ways last night.

When I stepped into the gym, the energy was fervent. Fighters rolling around the mats in all directions, preparing for the approaching competition.

I made my way to the back, now quickly becoming a normal routine, and hid my excitement when I was met with chocolate brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile.

Noah was sitting on the mat, stretching his long limbs, so I quickly set my bag down and joined him. Each time I would change positions, a finger would come up to poke me in the side, making me almost fall.

“Knock it off!” I swatted at his hand, an involuntary giggle escaping.

“Just making sure you’re loosened up! I’m not taking it easy on you!”

I shook my head, standing back up straight. “Is that what yesterday was? Because I think my tailbone is bruised now.”

He cackled. “You want me to rub it for you?” He threw a wink at me, and I felt my insides spasm.

“Not necessary. Just remember, I’m a lady.”

He scoffed loud. “Yeah, and I’m an acrobat.”

My jaw dropped. “Oh, you’re in for it Sebastian.”

We had been grappling for longer than normal, each round both of us wanting more. We would laugh when we made the other tap out, mocking each other playfully, forcing the other to be even more savage during the next match. Our bodies were both broken out in a heavy sweat, slipping over each other and leaving a wet sheen on the mat.

"Motherfucker!" I squealed when he pulled me up in another arm bar while I kicked my legs up, trying to hook onto him anywhere I possibly could.

"C'mon doll, tap out."

I snarled at him, trying not to jostle my arm too much. My hips fought for leverage, but his legs over my stomach made it impossible to lift myself.

"You're not getting out of this, Y/N. Tap out."

"Fuck you!"

He chuckled. "If you insist."

Fucking perv.

After another two minutes of struggling, I finally huffed and tapped his shin. He released me instantly, popping up on his feet.

"Sorry, doll. We need to work on that one." He sprayed water in his mouth and I glared at him from where I sat on the mat.

"Quit calling me doll."

He smirked, walking over to hand me my own water. "Why? You know you like it."

I snorted. "No, I fucking don't."

"You do."

Rolling my eyes, I kicked at his legs. He just laughed at me.

Plopping down on the mat next to me, he bumped my shoulder. "You're improving a lot, you know."

I smiled. "Thanks. I feel like I am."

"The arm bar is the worst. I can barely get out of them myself."

Leaning back on my hands, I stretched. "Ugh, I should get home."

Rising up on my feet, I made my way over to my bag.

"Oh."

This made me turn around. Did he sound...sad?

"What?" I asked him while wiping my forehead with a towel.

"I was just having fun." He stood, walking to his bag and mirroring my actions.

This made me smile. "Same time tomorrow?"

He pulled his lips to the side, thinking about something he wasn't saying out loud. I ignored it, now wiping the sweat from the back of my neck.

"I mean, or we could," He hesitated, grinning and looking nervous. "hang out?"

I dropped my towel back in my bag. "Hang out?"

"Yeah, like last night."

"You want to get yogurt again?"

He shouldered his bag, and I did the same. We walked toward the edge of the mat, bowing out.

"We don't have to. Could get pizza?"

"Mm, I don't eat heavy after a workout."

He nodded. "Right." We made our way out of the gym. "We could...go to my place?"

My eyebrows shot up, surprised. "Your place?"

His eyes popped open wide, just now realizing what he had suggested, and how it sounded.

"I just mean to hang out! We could like, order food and play video games or something?" His words came out rushed, nearly stumbling over one another.

I smirked, pulling my hoodie over my head to protect from the chill. "I'm a sweaty mess."

"So am I." Noah took a step into my space, eyes looking down at me. "Doesn't bother me."

Ending up at Noah Sebastian's house was not on the agenda for today. Somehow, however, I stood in his living room, eyes darting around, hand firmly grasping my gym bag.

"You want something to drink?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. "Uh, sure."

My feet followed him while he listed off the options. "I've got water, Gatorade, green tea, and Dr. Pepper."

Opting for water, he reached into the fridge and tossed it at me, grabbing one for himself and motioning for me to follow after him. He lead me up a tall, wrapping staircase down the hall to a bedroom at the end. The room was obsessively clean, making me feel wrong just stepping foot inside.

"This is it. It's not much." He ran a hand through his hair, spreading his arm out toward the room.

His words were comical, given the room was massive. A large, king sized bed the centerpiece. A rolling trunk sat on the floor at the edge, and his comforter and pillows were black. Tucked into the corner was a computer desk with a double monitor gaming setup perched on top. There was a loveseat futon sat on the side of the room with a small table sitting in front. Various anime figures adorned the surface of the table, and LED strip lights hung along the perimeter of the room.

"I didn't, uh," His face was turned up in a grin. "really think about what we would do once we got here."

Taking a careful step into the room, I smiled back at him. "Food?"

His eyes widened, and he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Right! What do you feel like?"

Attempting to ease the awkward tension, I walked over to the couch and sat down. "I'm pretty simple. Anything works."

He was scrolling, looking at his screen. "Sandwiches?"

I leaned back on the couch, nodding. "Sure."

After about an hour, we had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of him sitting in his computer chair, and me on the couch, while he chatted between bites of his sub.

"We've only been back from tour for like, two weeks?" He set his sandwich down, wiping his face with a napkin. "We haven't made plans for any more shows yet. We need to take some time to prepare the re-release of the album."

I was chewing my food, being wildly careful not to drop anything on the couch. "Have you decided when it will be released?"

He shook his head. "It's more up to the label, but it's not ready yet anyway."

"The last album was good."

His eyes became almost glittery, hearing what I said. "You've heard it?"

"I listened to it once or twice." I smirked, trying to hide my face with my sandwich.

"Just the last album?" He had me. He knew I was bluffing.

"Well, I pulled you up on iTunes when I realized you were a musician."

His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip. "Which is your favorite song?"

Without thinking, I spoke. "Dethrone."

The shit-eating grin that crawled over his face had me giggling nervously.

"I like working out to it."

He stood, crumpling the paper from his sandwich and tossed it in the garbage. He flopped down next to me on the couch, only inches between us. I set the half of my sandwich on the paper laid out on the table.

"Well, I'm glad you like our music." He was balancing his head on his palm, triumphant smile on his face.

"Are we just going to talk about you the whole night?"

"Oh, you want to talk about you? We can do that."

I leaned back. "Like?"

"Favorite movie."

"The Crow."

He quirked a brow, but didn't question further.

"Favorite TV show?"

"Buffy The Vampire Slayer."

He laughed at that. "Seriously?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't hate on Buffy."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it's a classic." He tapped a finger on his chin. "Favorite place?"

"Place, as in...location?"

"Or whatever it means to you."

I had to think about this one. "My room."

"Really?"

I just nodded. "It's mine. I have it set up exactly how I like it. My roommate is mostly who decorated the rest of the apartment. It's nice, but my room? My room is all me."

Tightening his lips, he gave a look of approval.

"Fair enough." He took a moment to think. "Favorite food?"

"Ah," I stretched my arms out. "Probably Japanese."

He smiled. "Yeah? Same."

He took a while to think over his next question, really working on it.

"Favorite anime?"

Uh-oh, he caught me.

"Oof." I averted his gaze. "I actually don't really watch anime."

I expected a more energetic response, but instead he just said, "No? Why not?"

I shrugged. "Could never get into it? I watched one all the way through, but I couldn't find another that interested me."

"Which one?"

"Tokyo Ghoul."

His eyes lit up. "That's my favorite." He reached over, grabbing a PlayStation controller off of the table and switching it on. When the device surged to life, the background showed an illustration of Ken Kaneki in his ghoul mask, red eye bleeding.

I smiled. "It's the only one that held my interest."

"You've never tried Attack on Titan?"

Shaking my head, I looked back at him. "Never heard of it."

"Want to give it a try? It's dark. You might like it."

"Sure."

He took a few moments to get the show prepared, and I took the opportunity to finish my sandwich, tossing the paper out.

"You want a blanket?" He turned the room light off, turning the LED's up to a warm white light, giving the environment a comfortable feel.

"I'm okay, for now."

He sat down, keeping at least half a foot of distance between us, and began playing the show.

I wanted to pay attention, I really did, but his hand was resting on the couch, fingers splayed out right next to my leg, and it was all I could think about. His eyes were trained on the TV, which made it harder not to stare at him. His features were so striking; eyes a deep brown, hair pushed back and hanging lazily, tattoos littering nearly every inch of his skin. I felt myself salivate while wondering where all he was tattooed, and if I would have the chance to see them.

In an attempt to distract myself, I began removing my braids, taking a second to shake my hair out before I ran a hand through it, trying to get comfortable. I tucked legs underneath myself, my shorts making me feel more exposed than I would've liked.

That's when I felt his eyes on me, covering every inch of me. His fingers were so subtly slipping closer to my thigh on the couch. I tried breathing, but keeping a steady pace was impossible when he was staring.

How far could we take this? How much did I want to allow?

I shifted casually, clearing my throat, and letting the skin of my leg brush his hand. I watched as his eyes shot down to the connection, not moving an inch. His fingers were cool against my warm skin. I leaned back on the couch, pressing my leg closer to him.

His hand slipped, then, up the side of my leg, coming to rest on the top of my thigh. I felt my lip twitch, so I leaned into his hand, pressing my skin into his palm.

When I finally dared to look over, he was staring directly at me, face unwavering, looking absolutely ravenous.

The tension struck me, ripping a cord inside my chest. I wasn't going to sit like this forever.

I leaned forward, taking hold of his shoulder, and pulled my face impossibly close to his. His eyes roamed over me, contemplating his next move. The hand he had on my leg was now wrapped around my back, holding me in place as I stared at him, waiting.

I counted six calculated breaths before he finally leaned in, pressing his lips to mine, and I took my time inhaling his scent. He smelled like the woods; earthy and pine mixed with salt.

The hand he had holding my back pulled, pressing me closer to him. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide across my teeth, licking into my lips. A low moan escaped me, and it was like a switch had flipped.

His mouth was hungrily attacking mine, using the same energy he typically exhausted back in the gym. His arms flipped me back, landing me on the cushions, and pressed himself against me.

I hooked my left leg on his hip, using steady pressure to keep his waist pushed flush to my body, my hips grinding against him.

Humming into my mouth, he pulled his face back, studying me for a moment. I laid, mouth open and breathing heavily, staring up at him.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?"

Rolling my eyes, I leaned my hips up, pressing against the hard bulge in his shorts. "You seem to think so."

He hissed, applying the same pressure back against me. "I have for a while now."

"Yeah?" I let one hand snake down between us, pressing against his cock over the fabric. "Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?"

A soft, whispering whimper left his lips. "I've got some ideas."

He crashed his lips back down, nipping and biting at my lips, and began making his way down my jaw. His teeth grazed my pulse point, licking a stripe up my windpipe.

"Well," I breathed out. "you going to act on those ideas? Or just lick me all day?"

His head snapped up, and the darkest, most mischievous grin graced his features, which made a chill run up my spine.

"So fucking glad you asked."

#fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens cult

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0mysteiarchives · 3 months

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One-Time Collaboration..? • Idol!Reader x Robin

A/N: somewhat modern au??? I mean robin just works under a company and thats it also unfortunately no Sunday mention i'm sorry gang but I swear I am a loyal wife with my 160+ pulls for these two- warnings: a closed off and slightly oblivious reader that adapted to their environment , random fluff from an op who just dropped angst yesterday , somewhat?? affectionate robin in your area , and a RUSHED ASS WORK-

• So your manager called in the middle of your practice session and explained that you’ll be having a collaboration with Pena.Co’s precious angel: Robin. She actually debuted 4 months after you did, and in all honesty she's definitely surpassed you with her amazing voice. And with a pretty face like hers, everyone talked about her .

• Just like they reacted with your debut.

• You thought that she’d be another like those idols you had worked with who put on a loving and lively attitude to their fans, and be an absolute bitch off stage when no ones watching. That’s how everything works in this industry after all, everyone just wants the money and attention.

• So the first time you met you merely gave dry responses, you didn’t mean to be rude but you just wanted this over with. Any questions she asked was met with one word or sentence.

Obviously your management didn’t like that attitude. Oh well.

• Yet somehow that didn’t stop Robin from trying to talk to you. She doesn’t seem bothered at the fact that you’re trying to push her away, and you could feel the eagerness to have a proper conversation.

...why???

• You pretty much gave up ignoring the idol and finally decided to talk to her properly as you turned around to face her and give your name, eventually you two became close friends.

• Sorry, did I say close? I meant reeeaaallly, really close.

• In a span of 3 weeks, Robin seems to be quite open to complimenting you. You'd be practicing your choreo or vocals and she'll be showering you with compliments that would leave you a flustered mess.

• In the next month, she invites you to small things that you're interested in. A certain movie you wanted to watch? She'll ask you to join her to watch it in a VIP area. A new restaurant that peaked your interest recently? Consider a room for just the two of you reserved. What a nice friend!

• How does she excuse these peaceful, romantical moments of being in each other's prescence without interruption from rabid fans or thirdwheeling staff? Just a personal hangout between two idols to know about each other more!

• But if it's just a hangout..why do you feel your heart beating faster when places her hand on yours? When she gives you a sweet smile that's only for you? When she wraps her arms around your waist to engulf you into a surprise hug? When-

• ..Ok bro I think you're in love, just saying.

• ..Oh shit you're in love with Penacony's rising idol.

• ...Good taste.

• Now this can go two ways: You silently accept that Robin might never reciprocate your feelings, or you confront her about it and reach a conclusion you've fallen for her charm.

• Oh wow! It turns out she requested to have a partnership with you because she fell in love at first sight since your first appearance on the stage. She followed your footsteps and tried to get closer and hoped you'd feel the same way about her.

• Whilst Robin was rambling and basically confessing her mutual love for you with red cheeks and held your hands gently, you just stared into her eyes.

• That's kinda cute...

• Wait what was that last part?— —

A/N: guys ik its rushed im sorry its like 1 am rn usiadfsdlkji

Btw there's going to be a pt 2 and here's some future works soon: -HoV!Reader meeting HSR!Himeko -Found Family with the Nameless -Modern AU Skating // Sparkle , Acheron , Robin , Sunday , Firefly , Adventurine -Guardian Angel!Robin and Sunday x reader -Genshin!Reader sent to the hsr universe -Streamer!AU // Adventurine , Sunday , Sparkle Shii that's kinda alot ermmmm... idc anymore goodnight gang :sob:

#Countless Possibilities #hsr robin x reader #robin x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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seeingivy · 10 months

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how to fly

satoru gojo x f!reader

content: fear of heights + stairs. reader calls satoru the worlds strongest cunt and satoru's a little bitch but also kind of a lil sweetie. megumi + tsumiki kiddos too :))

an: based on a request I received from @luna0713hunter I hope you like it sweetie pie!!!

request: satoru helping reader get over a fear of heights/stairs

You love Satoru Gojo. Your partner in crime - since you were mission partners during your first year at Jujutsu Tech and now partners in everything else, that mattered anyways. Life, love, two very grumpy pre-teens. What’s not to love?

His affinity for being a little bitch.

He’s currently sitting on the porch of your tiny town house, ankles danglinging off the black tiles. His back is pressed against the angled roof, resembling the black cat that often sunbathes in your shared lawn.

You grab one of the sticks from the yard and throw it up, catching his attention. At the stick making contact with his face, he sits up, rubbing the now pink spot on his forehead.

“Ouch, sweetheart. You could have just hollered for me.”

“Get off. Now. We have to go pick up Megumi from school.”

“No, I love you? No light of my life, father of my children-”

“We don’t have children.”

“Yes, we do!” “They’re not our biological children, asshat. Can you just come down now? Please?”

You can feel it - the itching in your throat, the sweating in your palms, pins and needles burning in your stomach. Satoru’s just so, so high and just so, so close to the edge that even the sight of him makes you sick.

Logically, rationally - Satoru Gojo is the strongest. A fall from a few feet high wouldn’t hurt him and knowing him, he’d take it as an opportunity to start doing some next level gymnastics to show off to the old lady who lives across the street.

But fears aren’t logical or rational. Because in your heart of hearts, you know that Satoru will be okay if he falls. And you’ll be okay walking up and down the stairs and Satoru trying to take you on a date to the tallest building he can find so you two can get a view of the city would actually be very, very romantic.

But it isn’t. Not for you anyway. Because that sinking feeling, that chill down your spine returns every time he brings it up.

Logically, rationally - Satoru’s your partner, you’ve been together in everything since you were fifteen. A mere fear like this should be nothing when you've shared almost everything with him.

But it feels silly to tell him that you’re scared of heights when you two basically dance with death every time you leave the house. You’ve hung upside down in curses mouths, literally been stuck in the most harrowing of situations, but free suspension in the air is what gets you.

“Asshat? You wound me, doll. Now you have to come here and kiss it better.”

You can feel your eyes nearly boggle out of your sockets as you look up at him, smirking down at you. His blindfold is hanging loose around his neck - a habit of his whenever he’s around you. He just knows that his pretty blue eyes can make you do almost anything he wants, even climb onto a fucking roof to kiss him.

“Satoru. It’s almost ten past three. Megumi gets upset whenever we’re late.”

“Then make it quick! Climb up here and give me a little kiss and we can leave.”

You love Satoru Gojo. And you really, really hate his affinity for being a little bitch.

“How do I get up there? I'm not the world’s strongest cunt like you.”

“That’s two kisses now, pretty girl. And there’s a ladder up the side.”

You feel your knees wobble as you walk over, a silver, very rickety-looking ladder, mind you, propped up against the door.

You close your eyes, uncurling and curling your balls out of their little fists as you brace yourself to go get him. It’s just a ladder. It’s just a few steps, and then you’ll be on the roof, which is plenty safe. And Satoru’s right there. Nothing can happen to you if he’s right next to you and-

“Whatcha doing, Y/N?”

You look up to find Satoru’s little tufts of white hair peeking down at you, a glimmering smile still pressed on his face.

“Praying to the gods. Hoping they can make you less of an idiot."

“Three kisses now, my sweet. Quit insulting me!”

You shakily put your hands on the first rungs, your hands so clammy and sweaty that you can feel your grip shaking. He’s still watching you - rather laxly though since he’s literally on the phone with Ijichi.

“Yeah, yeah. You might have to go get Megumi. Y/N is taking forever on her ladder.”

“Well, I asked her to go on it. She has to come give me three kisses for insulting me before we leave to get him.”

“No, I am not messing with her and fine, we’ll go get him if you’re so busy.”

He clicks his phone off, shuffling around on the roof as he puts it back in his pocket. You’re nearly halfway there, your stomach a horrible mess of knots and the tears burning in your eyes.

When you reach the top, Satoru holds one hand out to you, which you begrudgingly take as you try your best to plant your feet on the ladder.

Don’t think about it shaking. Don’t think about falling back. Don’t think about the ladder breaking.

His face is a few feet away from yours, the smile on his face spread wide. You’re trying your best to blink away your tears, nearly heaving in front of him.

“Hi princess.”

“Satoru.”

“That’s a total of three kisses for me. For asshat, world’s strongest cunt, and praying for the gods to fix me. You should know by now that this problem is unfixable.”

“Evidently.”

“Four now, baby.”

You roll your eyes as you lean forward, pressing two kisses to each of his cheeks, one on his forehead, and a peck on his lips. You pull back quickly, getting ready to get the fuck off this ladder so fast, but he pulls forward, basically hanging his torso off the roof as he grabs your face, locking your lips together again. When he pulls apart, he’s smiling at you like there’s no tomorrow and the panic in your stomach is so bad that you want to vomit off the side of the roof.

“Let’s go get ‘Gumi. He’s probably pissed already.”

You lean against the cold glass, trying to soothe your headache as you watch Satoru harass Megumi in the pick-up area, a very horrible habit he had. Satoru, the charismatic freak he was, loves to talk to all of Megumi’s little friends, much to Megumi’s dismay.

He’s currently hanging Itadori and Megumi both by their ankles, swinging them around in the air, as they wait for Itadori’s grandpa sick. Even the sight of them, the tiniest bit above the ground makes you nauseous, making you hold your head between your knees.

You keep your head there for what feels like an hour and you know the two of them have returned when you can hear Satoru’s teasing and Megumi’s protests.

“Satoru. You’re so embarrassing.”

“Aw, Megumi-chan. Don’t talk like that to your father.”

“You’re not his father.”

“You’re not my father.”

You lift your head up to give Megumi a smile through a rear-view mirror, which he acknowledges with a nod when Satoru starts driving. Satoru mindlessly reaches over, locking his hands with yours as he talks to Megumi. The softness of his hand is comforting and you crack each of the knuckles on his hand, as you listen to Satoru and Megumi bicker.

When you reach home, Megumi running off into the house to pee, while you find Tsumiki home from her class, lying down across the porch. You lean against the back of the car as Satoru grabs Megumi’s backpack and joining you at your side.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah, Toru. Why?”

“No reason. You were cracking my knuckles in the car. You only do that when you used to get all…anxious, when we started doing missions.”

“Oh. That was just retribution for earlier. You can be really annoying.”

“That’s one kiss for m-”

“No.”

He pouts as he drops Megumi’s backpack onto the curb, snaking his hands against your waist as he smirks at you. You can feel your heart drop in your chest as you realize what Satoru’s about to do.

“Wait, Toru don’t-”

You pinch your eyes shut as you feel the cold air and Satoru laughing in your ear. You can feel that there’s no ground beneath your feet and knowing Satoru fucking Gojo, he’s probably suspened the two of you so high in the air that you’ll vomit if you open your eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

You shake your head blindly, clinging on for dear life as you wrap your arms around Satoru’s neck and your legs around his waist.

“Sweetheart, this is kind of kink-”

“Satoru. Please, please put me down.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Look down, Megumi and Tsumiki look like little ants looking up at us.”

Little ants. Meaning your two tiny little pre-teens are so far that they look like ants. That you can’t even make their faces out. Meaning, Satoru took you so fucking high that you can barely even see people standing on the ground. You clench harder on his shirt, burying your forehead into his neck as you try to focus on his senses.

His smell, the feel of his hair in your hands, and the sound of his voice. Granted the latter isn’t quite helping when he’s telling you how high you fucking are and his stupid hands are the reason you’re in this situation, you try your best to stop it. Stop crying, stop panting, stop freaking out.

The second you sniffle, you hear all of the joking leave Satoru’s voice.

“Hey, sweetheart are you crying?”

You choke back your own tears, your voice breaking as you respond.

“N-no, Toru. Please put me down.”

“Love, hey. I’ll take you down right now, I’m sorry.”

You’re not sure when you feel your feet back on the ground, but you’re still clutching onto Satoru for dear life when you hit the curb. You’re only cognizant of the fact when Tsumiki and Megumi wrap their arms around your legs, their soft voices asking you if you’re okay.

You open your eyes to find the three of them with matching, concerned looks on their faces, Satoru’s jaw tight against his mouth. Tsumiki tugs on the bottom of your pants, her brown eyes staring back up at you.

“Do you want to eat ice cream, now?”

“Sure, Miki. Let’s go.”

She holds her hand out, leading you back into the house as you wipe away your tears, with Satour and Megumi following. You can hear the two of them bickering behind you, your head pounding too hard and your breaths too uneven that you can’t tell them to stop.

“What did you do, Satoru?”

“Nothing, ‘Gumi! I was just showing her the view.”

“One day, when she leaves you, I’m going to go with her.”

“Gumi.”

You sit down at the kitchen table, Megumi at your side as Tsumiki and Satoru grab the industrial tub of chocolate ice cream Satoru bought last week. You feel Megumi link his fingers with yours under the table, giving your fingers a squeeze as you press your head against the table.

You’re on the ground. You’re okay. You can’t fall because there’s nowhere to fall and you’re sitting at the kitchen table. Satoru’s here so you’ll be okay and nothing can happen.

You feel Satoru’s hands in your hair and you look up to find that he’s evicted a very-annoyed Megumi from his seat next to you. There’s four spoons on the table and the ice cream open. You reach forward first, the cooling sensation and Satoru next to you soothing the panic in your chest, the needles and pins in your stomach less strong.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yes, Miki. Thank you for the ice cream, sweet girl.”

She gives you a soft smile as the four of you eat the ice cream in silence, your breathing slowing down as you finish.

Megumi and Tsumiki run off after your little ice cream snack, the sun dipping into the horizon as you look out the window. Satoru’s in the kitchen, making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for tomorrow.

No stairs today. You reach for the spare cabinet in the living room as pull out a pair of pillows and blankets for the night.

On most days, the stairs up to your bedroom are manageable. But after today - your entire foundation is off. Even one step up, and you know you’ll have a full-blown panic if you even try to get up there. You hear Satoru drop the spoon he was holding as he gives you a spare glance, the stack of pillows and blankets in your hand.

You watch his expression drop as he walks over to you, taking the pillows from your hands so he can hold you.

“Love. Are you really that upset with me that you’re going to sleep on the couch?”

“Satoru, I-”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to show you how the city looked and I don’t know what I did wrong but-”

“It’s not that, it’s just-”

“You mean the world to me. I would never want to make you upset so please don’t sleep downstairs today. We can talk about it, you can slap me, but just-”

“Gojo.”

He’s quiet at the sound of his family name, nervous blue eyes peering into yours as he holds your hands. It’s his turn to shake, his usual smiley face so sad it makes you squelch. One thing you love about Satoru?

His love for others.

“Satoru. I’m not…mad at you. I just…can’t go upstairs.”

You watch his confusion spread across his face as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before you keep talking.

“I…can’t. The stairs- and getting up there, it’s just…too much.”

“The stairs, sweet? What’s wrong with the stairs?”

“It’s not just the stairs. It’s the ladder and you hanging Megumi and Itadori in the air and sitting on the roof and taking me in the air and-”

“Y/N. Are you…scared of it? The stairs?”

You swallow hard as you press your head against his chest, your cheeks burning at the admission.

“Yes. And heights. And I know it’s stupid because we literally fight curses all the time and-”

“It’s not stupid.”

“It is and I don’t want to be scared of it, but I just…I just can’t help it, Satoru. It makes me panic, I want to throw up, and my hands get all sweaty-”

Satoru pulls his arms around your waist as he holds you up, crushing you in one of his warm hugs. You can hear him whispering against your ear, tears lightly flowing as he tells you it’s okay. The two of you stand there for a while, Satoru’s head pressed against your shoulder, his embrace warm.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, Satoru?”

“Can I…help you? You don’t have to be scared of this and I don’t want you to feel this way. I’ll walk you through it, slowly. You know I’d never let anything happen to you and I-”

You squeeze him hard, your chest burning at how sweet he can be.

“Please? But, can we start tomorrow? I just…need a day.”

“Yes, silly girl. We can start next year if we have to. Just let me sleep on the couch with you.”

“Not big enough, Toru.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor. Just lean your hand over the couch so I can hold it.”

“Okay.”

You and Satoru are standing on the lawn, three days later. Megumi and Tsumiki are lying on the porch, sunbathing like Satoru did on the roof a few days ago. They’re fully equipped - with ice cream, puke bags, and three different self-help books Satoru bought to help you get over your fear.

He’s so stupid, it’s cute.

“Okay, my sweet. I think you’re ready. Just a little bit in the air okay? I’ll take you up and just open your eyes. If you freak out too much, tell me and I’ll take you down.”

“Okay.”

Satoru snakes his hands arond your waist and squeezes, which immediately elicits a scream from you. You can hear Megumi and Tsumiki’s groans the second you stop, tiny little “you can’t be serious” and a “there’s no way” from the two of them.

“Princess.”

“What? How high are we? Oh my god, Toru- I’m going to vomit. I hate you. You’re stupid.”

“We haven’t even left the ground yet.”

You look down to find you and Satoru’s feet planted firmly on the ground and then look back up to find Satoru laughing at you. You flick the top of his forehead, rolling your eyes at him in response.

“You’re mean, Satoru.”

“You’re so silly, sweet girl. We haven’t even moved yet!”

“Well, screw you. You squeezed so I thought that we did!”

“I was just trying to reassure you.”

“Well, you’re stupid.”

“That’s two kisses for you~~” he sings, eyes gliting into yours.

“No.”

Slowly but surely, your fear of heights and the stairs starts to fly away. The pins and needles are little pinpricks now and every time the fear rises up in you, Satoru - his soft voice and warm hands - are always there to will it down.

Three months later, Satoru takes you to fly.

And you actually enjoy it.

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creepy-friday · 1 year

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Love your blog! The way you write the Pastas is so interesting and enjoyable, specially the Proxies (glad you took Cody in the ecuation too, cause I like him and barely anyone remembers he's a proxy too)

Since we've already seen the boys in the female proxy au, how would she get along with other girls in the residence, like Kate the Chaser or Natalie? Whether in a romantic or platonic way

Thank you!I'M SO GLAD THE GIRLS GET SOME LOVE💞💞💞

Creepypasta Ladies x Fem!Proxy Reader

You worked with Kate from a distance since she's solo on all of her missions,her job and place in the team being way different from yours and the others

You also didn't know if she liked you because you were also a woman or she despises you because you're also a woman

During meetings she would ask a shit ton of questions about you and what you did on missions until that very moment,fuck,not even Masky is all up in your business like she is

On the rare occasions both of you meet she wouldn't greet you,she would simply nod her head at you.On impossible occasions you could get a glimpse of her face behind that mask.

I believe that if you do want to engage into a deeper conversation with her she will simply listen,but if you manage to get her to warm up to you she would vaguely say a few things about herself as well

Kate might throw a nasty double sided comment or two when there are just the two of you."Managed to calm Masky down,heh?How do you manage I wonder.." ; "sorry lady,I don't have a way with gentlemen like you do." ; "might enjoy the hell of a ride as well,you know best..am I right?"

You remind her of the few good persons she used to have in her life before she was dragged here

Clockwork was into you from the moment you stepped in the mansion tbh

Loves to tease you in both a romantic and friendly way.The fact that you're a woman in a position of power in the mansion over all of those fuckers it's super attractive to her

"Tell him to go fuck himself.What he's gonna say about it,huh?" ; "I bet I can be a better match for you than the demons of the forest,gimmie a chance to prove it to you;)"

Loves a good training with you,you're the only one who can counter all of her attacks,you really set her heart on fire

"You're a top bitch here,all bark all bite.Say,what would you do if I caused shit around here?;);)" she has no shame and will flirt with you every chance she has.If you ignore her remarks she wouldn't hold back,BUT if you do give her a chance she would further step her game UP

The nurse Ann barely talks overall and only engages into business conversations with you

If you have any "lady health problems" she would be the one to have your back like her life depends on it tbh

If you look around for Jack when she's in the infirmary she would simply assume you either don't like her or have a thing for male doctors lol

"No cannibals around,just good old me." she said,legs crossed facing you.

When you tried to make small talk with her she stopped you "you don't have to force yourself.We're just doing our jobs.Besides,the tension makes your veins harder to look for.."

Zero will start shit with you every chance she has.Fighting,blaming,shit talking,you name it,she would do everything in her power to try to bring you down and cause a violent reaction out of you

Does she get along with Masky because of this?Hell naw

Is it jealousy?a love-hate relationship?it's very hard to make the difference

On some occasions,she would act all nice and sweet,super flirty with you, and if you make the mistake of thinking she has good intentions with you she would degrade the living hell out of you

Despite the others,she doesn't trust you to have all of the power Slenderman trusted you with.She sees you below her and wholeheartedly believes she should've been in your place maybe with you sitting on her lap or something

She doesn't stand Clocky but still wants to be on her good side because she sees potential in her.Natalie knows this,but her boredom causes her to engage into Zero's little games

Jane observes you from a distance.She respects your job and how you manage to calm shit down,you're really one of the few persons she could look up to if she's honest

If only you weren't so busy with proxy duties she would come forward to you and warm up more

She would adore the tought of the two of you drinking tea in her room,simply enjoying each others presence while talking about matters both of you can't control

Jane would notice if one lock of your hair isn't in the right place but she wouldn't tell you if you're closer to her,instead,she would simply gently fix it

She gives me mommy vibes

Nina sees you as her best friend,you are the one to tell if it's one sided or not.The way you move,act,and manage to do it all amazes her..you are both a mentor and a friend to her.

She could talk the whole day about how amazing you are,and she actually has a few pages in her journal with notes about you

The girl can be like that one annoying kid at the park that gives you all of their toys just to spend time with them lol

You inspire her and she genuinely believes you make her a better person-a better woman.She lets you know this and even if you don't believe her,your existence deeply had a positive impact on her mental health

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #y/n #headcanons #jane the killer #nina the killer #jane arkensaw #jane the killer headcanons #clockwork headcanons #creepypasta clockwork #clockwork #nina #zero creepypasta #kate the chaser #nina creepypasta

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weebsinstash · 7 months

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Babe! A new Helluva Boss episode just dropped! And Ozzie and Fizz are just so goddamn cute! 😍😭 and Ozzie is such a sweetheart! (I hope he’s genuinely such a softie and not playing an act, we need more softie demons).

Can we please talk about Yandere! Ozzie again? Pretty please with a shit ton of sprinkles on top? 🥺

Bestie thank youuuu I watched that shit immediately and I have so many thoughts

This episode actually shows a big reason why I haven't really published a lot for like, Ozzie or Valentino in terms of actual fics because, my take on Ozzie's personality based purely off his debut appearance would've been a lot more different and now we see that, bro he's, suave yeah, but also, a huge green flag lovable cinnamon roll dork??? Valentino, we only have seen so much of. To be honest the way he's been presented seems to sway from "scary as fuck during gangster business stuff" to "he's kind of a ratchet ho, actually" and I'm not, entirely super confident writing stuff for him because like, I'm more of, assuming? I can't, analyze his character like I can for other characters with more material out for them.

For real though, my current stance on this matter is: Asmodeus, you could go to him and ask for his knowledge and advice on like genuine issues or things you're curious or concerned about like, legit you could sit down and have STD talks with this man ("h-hey Ozzie is it normal to have xyz on my you know what" "oh honey yes that's just like a blood blister from friction you're fine" "oh my god ok good because I was worried it was cancer" "HONEY NO 😩") meanwhile fucking Valentino over here would be like "bitch why you got cellulite" and like make backhanded comments like, oh maybe he could reward you with a boob job instead of your next paycheck (as in like, cosmetic surgery 💀 you know I've thought about that? Yan Valentino who's crazy for ya but, not crazy enough to not make certain, tweaks to your actual body. Maybe he dyes your hair or has it styled a specific way and basically refuses to let you do whatever you want with it. Gets your boobs or ass done. Makes you get fillers/botox for any wrinkles/static lines. Controlling your wardrobe is a must. You're like his little.... pursedog)

(That being said though. I'd still let him hit 😩 reader who gets drunk and fucks around and finds out--)

Anyways though, over here in our corner we believe in unapologetic self indulgence and I still believe a Reader who has magical abilities or powers and whatnot and can travel the rings through whatever convoluted means is a fun time. So. We're gonna do that! I mean. Asmodeus honestly seems chill enough that even if you like, somehow crashed into his club, as long as you were polite and respectful, he'd be chill with letting your hang around, maybe even getting a kick out of teasing you (but never pushing anything too far unless you show interest, and if you show any discomfort or trauma he backs off to re-strategize). I imagine his club would actually be pretty fun? Drinks, live music, although, kind of makes me wonder, how openly horny is this place? Probably not like "coochie in your face" like working for Valentino, so, Reader could even be all "honestly this is such a much more safe welcoming environment to engage in like sexuality" and Ozzie hears this and its like, dude. You might as well have just struck him through the heart with cupids own arrow, but, also, he's curious, what other places have you been?

I'm kind of convinced that if a little imp cunt like Crimson thinks he has the balls to stand up against Ozzie, hostage or not, I kinda feel like. Valentino would probably openly treat Asmodeus like shit. He'd probably be a catty fucking bitch to him. He probably looks at Ozzie as like, a diet coke version of himself, a version who has so much power but doesn't go far enough, and probably scoffs at Asmodeus' romantic attachment (even though Val has some weird on-off thing with Vox himself). Valentino doesn't give two fucks about consent and would probably openly mock Ozzie'e values

Or. They could be big business partners because, maybe there's some sort of inter-Ring porn trafficking pipeline or something, smuggling the good shit up from Lust and trading it with stuff from Sinners, who have more visual variety besides other perks etc

But just picture, Asmodeus and Fizz are, minding their own biz, at the club, chilling, listening to music, eating food vaguely shaped like clocks, and Ozzie's cell rings, and they're both like "aw I bet Reader's calling to say they're having fun at that party or whatever" but they answer it and you're like, hiding in the bathroom or a closet or something, crying, whispering under your breath "d-do you still have a place for me to stay like you said before 🥺 Valentino is really, REALLY drunk tonight and he's really scaring me, he grabbed me and--"

They're both at your exact location in like less than 5 minutes and maybe have to play it off, Ozzie distracting Val while Fizz steals you away, or, juicier, like. Imagine Val snatching your phone from your hand, going through your messages, "who the fuck have you been talking to?" And he pulls like the classic abusive boyfriend move and when he sees you're in frequent contact with someone named "Ozzie" he calls him from your phone and as soon as a male voice picks up, they're both going at it "bitch who the fuck are you?" "Bitch who the fuck are YOU?" "Why you got my baby's number?" "Why do YOU have MY baby's PHONE???" "I'm about to HAVE my foot up your ass, you--" like, you know what I mean? Asmodeus is rolling up and these two are all but butting heads with each other as you have to awkwardly explain how you know both of them and of course, suddenly there's a not quite comfortable conversation about which one of them you... "belong to", neither of them wanting to leave you with the other (although I imagine in a physical fight Asmodeus would win but Valentino would have homefield advantage involving his security dudes)

Either way like.... oh my god watching them lounge in that nice big bed together. Fizz being on Ozzie's chest, like. Give me that 😩😩😩 "oh Reader, baby, so glad you took up our offer for a place to crash, but, since it was so short notice it'll have to be with us tonight" type shit and like you're fine with that but then bedtime comes and. There's Literally Only One Bed. And you're like ok you know what I'm not really in a position to be ungrateful, Valentino could have actually fucking hurt me or trafficked me or whatever, but, you're still small enough that Asmodeus could hypotheticallyyyy just, reach an arm over and scoop up you into his chest for a cuddle, or just have you in the crook of his arm like a cat or a teddy bear. Ozzie definitely sees an immediate perk on Fizz not being so much of a troll as to give you the airhorn treatment your first morning there, so, obviously, they have, multiple motivations to, keep urging you to stay 👀 after all, Val is going to be looking for you in the Pride Ring, and you don't have any other friends, so, you're kind of stuck with their whims aren't you? Unless you try to run off on your own, and I mean. Really. They can just hire someone to bring you back lmao. Or get you themselves. Could you imagine feeling way you uncomfortable around them and slipping away and suddenly you find a little white demon dog on wheels happily rolling up to you out of nowhere and it's. Fucking tracking you for Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, like. Damn, can't even trust the dogs in Hell. Demon dogs in Ohio be like

Anyways idk I just like the idea of like. Combining several ideas, you do the whole "accidentally did the whole Death Fall From The Sky and crash into Vals sunroof, he keeps you in servitude because you have to repay him, eventually you Fall into Lust and you start basically doing double jobs at both clubs and prefer Ozzie and he eventually has to rescue you". Also like Valentino "canonically" humiliates his partners on social media so I can imagine he's just publicly belittling and negging you all the time. One second you're happy at Ozzie's listening to music and eating unholy amounts of onion rings with your quirky well intentioned clown friend, the next week Asmodeus sees a Sinstagram post where Valentino is just like "cutie was whining she couldn't get any tips so I helped her out 😜🤭🍈🍈" and its just. A photo of you in your work uniform where he clearly just reached forward and tore open the front of your blouse and he is just. Full on deadass without any hint of irony making you basically work in your bra and he's just without any remorse posting photos of your running mascara and you're clearly crying but what can you do?

Val posting a photo of him literally shoving a tip INTO your bra, his FINGERS in there, and other like little clips and snippets of him demeaning you while you're like actually fucking blubbering "and make sure to get me extra ice!" "*sobbing noises*" "I didn't hear a REPLY! Do I need to take some of those nice tips I'm helping you make?" "N n noOo I'm sorry" "sorry WHAT?" "M sorry mister Valentino, I'm sorry, I'll get your drink right away mister Valentino" and Val is just slapping your ass HARD as you turn to leave like and just laughing like this is the most fun he's ever had

like I feel like Asmodeus realistically would only be able to do so much IN Pride itself (because would You show up in your boss' turf doing your own shit? Big risk) BUT, I mean. You go down to Lust and you're basically fair game. You show up to your next shift after The Boob Incident and Ozzie's like "giiiiiiiirl imma keep it real with you, I know you wanna try and be independent but I got some concerns--" and he's barely even halfway through it before you're just, TEAR EXPLOSION, "i hate working for him, I HATE IT, I wanna work HERE full time, but I don't have a place to staAaaAaay" and just. Some UGLY crying because you're at wits end

Zero hesitation here's Asmodeus "Sweetie what kind of apartment do you want??? You want a penthouse? I can get you a penthouse?? You want some shopping money?? Tell Big O whatever you need." and the next thing you know Valentino is scrolling through Sinastagram and has to do a double take as your account starts posting all kinds of photos of you looking cute and having fun and, poolside in a bathing suit and you're becoming more comfortable with your body and your sexuality and, he's thirsty absolutely, goes to try and tease you or make fun of you and you're just like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and just ignore him as Val is forced to watch you pal around with Asmodeus (either as just friends or total fuck buddies like, deadass catch me out here "hey so, there's this position I've always wanted to try--")

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere helluva boss #idk do i even. tag this series. idk.#you can tell this shits been in my drafts

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Astarion Headcanons (that you probably won't like) Pt. 1:

Part 2 link

BG3 does an excellent job at depicting SA trauma and the beginning of the healing process/journey. Many of the headcanons I've seen floating around (intentionally or unintentionally) gloss over the uglier side of healing from (prolonged) trauma. I'm not judging anyone for magically healing him, he's fictional after all, but I'd like to make some more ...realistic... headcanons.

Disclaimer: Everyone's healing process looks different, but they tend share commonalities. These headcanons are based on my own experiences. Not everyone who is healing from their trauma will experience what I have or have experienced it like I have.

[Please don't message me with explicit details about your trauma. I am at the point in my healing journey where I can share my experiences, and commiserate with other's similar experiences, but I am unable to support others in a more personal manner at this time. I wish you the best of luck in your healing process/ journey.]

Spoiler warning

Mental illness, SA, & DV Trigger Warnings

These headcanons are based on an Astarion who is still a spawn and romantically involved with a Tav who honestly loves him and isn't abusive or manipulative. Also Cazador is dead and Astarion got to stab him. They also assume that he himself does not turn into Cazador 2.0 or Wish.com Cazador.

He needs a LOT of love and patience. Which, frankly, many people don't have.

He's messy af. If "Damn bitch, you live like this?" was a person it'd be him. C-PTSD is a hell of a drug. I think he wants to be more organized and clean than he is, it's just going to be a looong process for his inside appearance to match his outside appearance. (His appearance may stay mostly the same or drastically change).

---Don't believe me? Just look at the outside of his tent: it's mostly organized and sophisticated, but the inside is messy and he sleeps on a plank of wood with a threadbare stained blanket.

He'll struggle with control issues rooted in his anxiety until he finds a way to channel that energy in to something productive and/or healthy.

---He'll veer between controlling micromanager (aggressive) and door mat (people pleasing/ passive) until he finds his (assertive) middle ground.

Anger issues ahoy! He went through "200 years of shit. PURE SHIT!" and had to dissociate/repress his feelings to 'survive'.

---Stabbing Cazador was cathartic, but it only released the surface level of his repressed rage.

-----An interesting line from the game that I haven't seen enough people talk about: When you tell Astarion to keep his cool when Cazador is goading him, Cazador scoffs and sarcastically asks Tav if they've witnessed his "fits of rage". (Of course a "fit of rage" to Cazador is probably Astaion having a slight frown when Cazador wants him to smile and be a pretty toy to show off.)

He will try to push you away and 'test' you to see if you stay consistent in respecting him and his boundaries. He needs to make sure you don't turn into a Cazador when you two are in an argument. He needs to be sure that his "No" is respected when in a steamy moment after a dry spell.

---This probably won't be as intense as it otherwise would've been because of what you two went through together, but he'll still do it.

-----He probably doesn't realize what he's doing, and when he does he'll shame spiral.

I hope you are prepared to patiently give lots of reassurance and affirmation about the same things over and over again.

---It'll sometimes seem as though he is seeking permission, but if you ever act as though you are giving him permission instead of affirmation/ reassurance he will become very defensive.

He's indecisive but unwilling to listen to your input.

---He went from 200 years of having no control or ability to make his own decisions to suddenly being free, he's going to feel overwhelmed.

-----He'll eventually realize that you have his best interest at heart and that you are not telling him what to do, you're offering suggestions to help him make an informed decision.

There's so much more but I'm tired. He'll eventually heal and live a happy and healthy life, but it'll be a bumpy road to get there.

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #9

i just wanted to take another look at you.

next time, you can clean up your own mess.

come on, let's go dance.

i will make you so sorry for what you've done to my family.

it might be done now, but it was beautiful, and it was real.

you felt it. i felt it. don't lie.

maybe we're both gross inside.

it's the same story told over and over, forever.

everyone in this bar is talented at one thing or another.

that's just the truth.

are you fucking kidding?

i felt like we had a secret, just the two of us.

i hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner.

you're afraid to be alive. you're afraid to live.

i do this! time after time after time! i do all this shit for other people, and then i wake up and i'm empty! i have nothing!

just look at me while you do it.

we took down some very big guys.

i would never say anything bad about your father in front of you, but your father is a sick son-of-a-bitch.

thank you, by the way.

i saw the way you were looking at me.

this place never felt like home before.

you can fuck me if you turn the lights off, okay?

i was trying to be romantic.

the art of survival is a story that never ends.

you're a conformist.

you know what? forget i offered to help you.

can we stop at the library?

i have a ring on my finger. we have a child together.

don't repeat that... but yes.

don't you understand what i'm trying to tell you?

i'm not supposed to be talking like this.

i'm gonna stay here a few days.

i'm sorry that i ever met you.

keep your voice down.

the car's a little dinged up.

you got any other questions?

i opened up to you, and you judged me.

you forgot where you were going in the first place.

could i ask you a personal question?

we have a very unconventional chemistry.

why did you order tea?

did you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?

you have poor social skills. you have a problem.

i don't sing my own songs.

i get anxiety when i have to meet people.

do you feel that? that's emotion.

we're not exactly friends here.

have some respect for what i do.

what you have right now goes way beyond just this.

i just don't feel comfortable.

i could get used to this shit.

you don't have to show it to me. i've been looking at it all night.

you're full of shit.

i'm telling you the truth.

if i really wanted to fucking bother you, this is what i would do.

you might not have experienced the shit that i did, but you loved hearing about it, didn't you?

you wanna go back to baltimore?

humanity is just nasty and there's no silver lining.

what's wrong with my hair?

who's that? who are you with?

it's really amazing what you're doing.

let me just touch it for a second.

don't make such a big deal.

you're a hypocrite.

can i tell you a secret?

i can't begin to explain that.

i love you. i knew it the minute i met you.

i think you might be a songwriter.

just get the hell out of here.

it's not bullshit! i read it in an article.

maybe that could work.

you say more inappropriate things than appropriate things.

nobody ever asks about you, huh.

did you just write that now?

there will always be a part of me that is sloppy and dirty, but i like that, just like all the other parts of myself.

maybe its time to let the old ways die.

you didn't do anything. it's not your fault.

if i don't say this then i'll never forgive myself.

all you got to do is trust me.

how am i being rude?

i haven't dated since before my marriage so i don't really remember how this works.

you want to get a drink sometime?

i'm not flirting with you.

you gotta pay attention this time.

you had nothing to fucking say.

why don't you have another drink?

let me walk you down to your car.

you're just fucking ugly.

i won't do this again. i won't come and find you.

you know, what i'd like is for my boyfriend to love me.

we have to change the color of your hair.

have a good one.

i think it's pretty fucking good.

the world will break your heart ten ways to sunday.

what do you want me to play?

you gotta be careful.

what are you trying to say?

can you forgive? are you capable of that?

i thought you were doing it.

i used to think that you were the best thing that ever happened to me, but now i think that you're the worst thing.

#rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #writing prompt #askbox meme #ask memes #rp asks #ask meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #mcflymemes #misc

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countessklair · 1 year

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things i desperately want from Ted Lasso s3:

ted stays in Richmond (i know, i know, his son and i get that, but i just HATE it when the found family is split up at the end of the story, this is fiction please let me live with the fantasy idea of all of them living in close proximity until the end of time)

roy and keeley back together (for good) because come ON they are in LOVE and they belong together, let them do their growing on their own, sure, but PLEASE let my parents get back together by the end!!

zava OUT. i'm so sick of this dude, i would like for my himbos to stop worshipping him like a god, please and thank you. zava is selfish and the longer he's here the more likely it is he'll break Dani's heart and i'm not about that.

colin and michael to stay together, PLEASE. idk much about their relationship, no one does at this point to be fair, but i like the vibes i'm seeing so far!!!

within that realm, please don't have a 'you need to come out for me or i will dump you' plot line, that's so gross and i hate it every time it happens. obvs trent won't out colin, but writers LOVE the outing ultimatum from the romantic partner, even if i LOATHE it

BEARD AND JANE BREAK UP 2K23!!!!! BEARD GET A RESTRAINING ORDER PLEASE

more Nora and Phoebe. and Sam's family and Roy's sister and any other family tidbits, ESPECIALLY the Higginses

jamie and ted father son bonding time please!!!! ESPECIALLY with jamie finally being told ted wasn't the one who sent him away

isaac not being traded??? like dude please don't get rid of my haircutting, shoe fanatic boyfriend i love him

and finally-

PEOPLE TO APOLOGIZE FOR CALLING JAMIE'S VERY WELL DESERVED SIDEYE BEHAVIOR AT ZAVA 'acting like a little bitch' LIKE DUDE. Jamie's been so supportive of the team and in the group shots he celebrates their goals and wins (even with Zava showboating and stuff), but it's JAMIE who notices Zava stealing all the credit, Zava effectively shutting out the other players from the crowds so all the crowds see are ZAVA, and, hello, acting like a CULT LEADER with the team!!! Jamie isn't being a 'little bitch' he's grossed out by this very weird, fanatical meglomaniac who's taken up residence on the team that, before this, never would have tolerated this kind of behavior. for gods sakes he still thinks they GOT RID OF JAMIE for doing similar shit, which even if it isn't true, no ones even HINTED to him that it's not true, not even Ted.

#ted lasso #ted lasso season 3 #afc richmond #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #zava ted lasso #colin hughes #coach beard

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 5 days

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opinions on rosestarkiller ?? :0

hi nonnie!

yes >:3 i have juicy headcanons for u

this is a regu-bowl account so all regulus ships are pretty much a go for me. also, i have this like messed up spot in my heart for bartylus both as a romantic and platonic ship. *shrugs* i like them toxic and codependent.

anyways, the trio! the unholy trio gods i love them. i love them so much i think they constantly pull each other from darkness. it's just a given, ya know? no one was there for them and they all see each other's missing pieces. so much of their friendship lives in spite of all the people they lost and have left them. "see this? this is true loyalty." something like that. it's messy, convoluted, and complex but somehow it's the easiest thing they've ever done. they recognized each other's whale songs and swam to see who it was that sang back.

and because i'm a regulus girly, i think it's especially wonderful to have rosekiller pine over regulus. rosekiller sex because barty is so heartbroken about regulus. evan snapping at regulus because he keeps chasing after people that don't want him back when they're right there. barty claiming he knows regulus best but when regulus keeps lying to himself evan is the only one who can call him out on his bullshit.

"I've known you since we were kids, we saw each other grow up. Our families have touched branches since the very beginning — do not fucking lie to me, Black." He says as he grips Regulus' chin. Evan is so tired of all the lies. "What. do. you. want?"

. "You. Both of you." "Good. There you go, bunny."

Evan calls regulus bunny btw. He calls barty his pretty knife. Tells you something about the role he plays in the trio and how barty and regulus typically are with each other, huh?

Barty calls regulus starlight, starshine, and princess. He calls evan rosie, red, and, secretly, petal. Out of the three of them he's the most unreasonably feral over his lovers just as he's also the most openly romantic. Big sweeping gestures (no matter how disturbing). Proud declarations.

Regulus doesn't have pet names for barty but will fondly shorten his name to Bee. On Halloween he calls barty, Boo. He calls evan apollo. When he's feeling like a bitch he'll call him Vincent.

Regulus calms barty down, barty calms evan down, and evan calms regulus down.

Evan is dom to bartylus. Regulus is dom to barty. And barty is sub to evan and reg — he has the deepest need to be taken care of. Non-dynamic sex (outside D/s), however, is very different for bartylus *ahem ahem* regulus *ahem* is a cumslut and needs a good dicking down most of the time.

Complex trauma has barty "dropping" from time to time. Which is really fucking hard. Regulus and evan routinely "putting him down" helps for most of the time, but there are instances where he feels himself dropping and the real challenge is getting to both or either one in time. It's... A lot. Barty needs a lot of caring for but it absolutely doesn't fucking matter when Barty is easily the most trusting out of the three and would drop everything for his lovers.

heheheheheh

#asks #marauders era #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus and evan and barty #slytherin skittles #rosestarkiller #regulus headcanon #barty headcanon #slytherin boys #my writing

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crystcrm · 1 year

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Hiii!! Today marks the eventful return of Bones Anon. The last thing you wrote for me was absolutely fucking fantastic I still keep going back to read it!!

I see you've been writing a lot of genshin lately but I've never played that game so I am going back to Pokemon.

I want to steal Raihan's big hoodie so fucking bad. I just think it would be so comfy. I know I can buy one irl but I'm a broke bitch™ and it's usually too hot to justify wearing a sweater where I live.

So, if you're willing to write it, perhaps a nice little fic of Raihan discovering his bf enjoys snatching his hoodie? And deciding that he is very willing to go without his signature hoodie just to let him wear it.

Bonus points for fluffy shenanigans w/ Raihan teasing the reader and the reader snarking right back?? Just two smug bastards being smug to eachother (affectionately)

Bonus bonus points if reader is also tall as fuck and the hoodie actually fits them, because I see a whole lot of short reader and I want more rep for my lanky ass!! /j

Anyways thank u in advance I think ur cool as fuck

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wahoo !! hello hello, bones anon ! ♡♡

truth be told, i already wrote this a long time ago, a while after i first saw it, but my uploading motivation went down the drain >< i've mostly been lurking on tumblr a lot and reading loads of things, but today i am here to do this ask justice by sifting in my docs and pouring out what you've asked for!

never steal from a dragon, but i'll do it anyway! ;; raihan x male reader

contents ;- fluff , sfw , established romantic relationship , tall reader ! , playful banter , please do not leave the stove unattended while cooking ^^;

proofread by @elvenxwarrior , who made sure the fic was "sufficiently british" ! ♡

Galar was peaceful these days to say the least, with Eternatus being captured and a new champion rising to the throne, there’s a lot that has changed. But it was still all the same, with beautiful days to be lived out, and a multitude of things to do. Be it befriend the Pokemon that were in the wild, or find incredible treasures on a long lasting journey. Or, perhaps, run a gym in a big city.

Morning sun rose over the streets of Hammerlocke, a beautiful city with a brilliant feel. All visitors would marvel at the architecture, from the middle aged stone walls to the historical lineage behind it. But in every city, there are homes- and today, we zoom in on a cosy little den- yours!

After much contemplation, you’ve decided to make a home in this city, for one very obvious reason.

Golden rays peeked through the blinds, day barely beginning but you’re already begging for a few more minutes in. It seems someone could agree, soft snores coming from none other than the city’s gym leader himself- Raihan, who laid next to you. His arms loosely wrapped around your body, holding you close as you could only suffer in silence, succumbing to his comforting grip paired with his almost ridiculous sleeping habits.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with dragons, or because he was always busy with something- be it training, or working out. Maybe he’s tired himself out to the point of dropping dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, or he’s swallowed too much sand in those sandstorms he conjured up in the stadium ( his mouth was always open, never shut even during those moments- it’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten any in his lungs by now )… Or perhaps it’s only around you that he finds a moment of peace to just let go of all of his worries and simply enjoy the moment.

You weren’t exactly doing anything- you were merely just another trainer, but you were lucky enough to snatch away the heart of this untamed dragon. Perhaps, you could say that was the first thing you ever stole from him. Because you weren’t about to stop now!

Thanks to Raihan being such a deep sleeper, you easily slipped out of his hold. It was a lazy day today- the gym didn’t have to be open, but it probably wouldn’t stop your energetic boyfriend from rushing over there as soon as he got the chance. So, you decided to take it slow for now, because if it came down to it, you could definitely convince him to just relax for the day.

First matter of the day was simply getting ready, heading straight to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Morning bed hair? Fixed with a quick combing through. Smelly breath? Gone with a simple brush. Clothes?

…Clothes always proved to be the most difficult thing of the morning. What exactly would you wear today? The Hammerlocke City Gym Leader seemed to rub off on you, now taking into account what you’d wear for the day more often than not. Right now, you just stood there in your pyjamas- and that should change really quickly. But what would you wear after?

Returning to your currently shared bedroom, you glanced around as though a new sight might help jog up those brain cells to work a bit better. Well, there was the bare back of your boyfriend, a blanket barely covering him up as he found a pillow to replace your missing warmth. He had such defined muscles, yet you weren’t here to gawk. But the sight alone gave you what you thought was a brilliant idea. Your eyes scanned the room a little further, catching sight of the familiar piece of clothing on the floor of your room.

Raihan’s hoodie.

Oh, this was perhaps his own treasure that nobody has ever seen him without. Well, nobody but you of course. But now it was time for it to be stolen away- It feels just like that one series you saw before, where a group of thieves steal away one’s treasure to change their hearts! But you’re not here to change his heart of course, you’d prefer if his heart stayed yours, as yours remained his.

You spared the sleeping Raihan one last glance before smirking, immediately putting on the nice hoodie after tossing your pyjama shirt off. It fit quite nicely around you, but that was merely because you were just shy of the gym leader’s height. It was a blessing, really, because it meant you didn’t have to get on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or he didn’t have to bend down to an atrociously low level just to meet your eyes. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to crouching down- I mean, you’ve seen his battle stance, whenever he gets a little heated in the middle of a match. It’s a little hot, you could say, but since when is he not?

Now, it was time to carry on with your day, singing praises for your beloved boyfriend could come later!

Next came breakfast, and what better breakfast than… well, a big one? It was common for you and your boyfriend to eat your fill. After all, he needed all the energy to get through his day, and to start it all with a nice boost was great! Thankfully, your fridge was stocked with all sorts of things that you both liked, but it seemed today, the flour in your cabinets and eggs in your fridge called for you- the decision was made in your head, it’s time to make waffles! And as if that wasn’t enough, you pulled out the sausages from the freezer, and a few other things to make a not-so-lazy-but-still-kinda-lazy breakfast. At this point, could you even call it that? Oh, who gives a damn.

“ ‘tuuun…” The low rumble of a certain Pokemon sounded from below you, a beloved Appletun- your beloved Appletun, actually. It seems that she finally woke up from her own slumber, coming to check out what you were doing. Fortunately, you had just placed the kettle to brew, or else you might’ve tripped over the poor thing. Having a moment to spare, you decided to give her a little treat, and of course some much deserved pets before continuing to cook away some good breakfast.

It wasn’t until much later when a bunch of delightful smells filled your house did you hear a loud yawn from your room. It was quite obvious who it was, and you could only roll your eyes at how late he woke up. But it’s no matter, you would much prefer it this way, after all. Not long after, you finally heard his footsteps, and it was nice that he decided to actually get up and see you. You could only laugh to yourself over that, looking after a few things in the pan to make sure they didn’t burn.

“Hey, babe, have you seen my hood… ie,” that familiar voice slowly died down as he stepped right into the open space, eyes widening the best they can whilst still somewhat groggy and in much need of some more time with you. “...Stealin’ from me, ay?” A shirtless Raihan questioned, snorting a little as his eyes scanned you up and down. This was quite the unusual sight for him, but it… wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Yer’ callin’ me a thief? I think you should check who left it lyin’ on my floor,” Your soft laughter filled the air, leaving the stove for a moment to get the hot water into a mug with a tea bag. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll trade you a cup of tea for it, eh, ehhh?” Doing your best to sound convincing, you held out the nice mug of tea to him. It was your favourite mug at that, actually, and you would never use it to serve anyone else. By your right mind, this was a mighty fine trade!

“I dunno… You still took it from me, y’know,” Raihan’s gaze sharpened momentarily, deciding that if anything, he might as well try. I mean, he’s done that a lot, trying despite many fruitless attempts. By many, you could say exactly ten.

“And I’m offerin’ something to you in return! Fair’s fair.”

“No ‘s not.”

“Yes it is.”

It was now a somewhat endless back and forth, both of you repeating the same thing as neither of you wanted to give up. Was it tiring? Not at all. You could do this all day with him. Actually, you probably did this everyday with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment of contemplation, you finally decided to up the deal to something he can’t refuse…

“Fine, a nice cuppa’ aaand… a kiss from yours truly..~” You hummed, wiggling your eyebrows as though that was the best deal you could ever possibly give him. And truth be told, it was. You don’t think there was ever a day that his lips didn’t touch yours, except for the days before you started dating. It was the perfect pick up for him, maybe even better than a cup of tea alone.

“Hmm, you have yourself a convincing trade offer, babe,” Raihan crossed his arms as you slowly approached with your favourite mug in hand. That sweet smile on your face was something he wanted to wipe off, but only in one specific way.

“So? Made up yer’ mind or am I keeping my lips to myself?” You questioned almost impatiently, a hand on your hip as you set the mug down on the countertop nearby. Before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, coming up oh so close to you.

With his eyes slowly fluttering shut, Raihan leaned in. He’s memorised everything, from how long it takes to get his lips to yours, to how to fit his arms around you.

“Takin’ my kiss first,” He proclaimed right before dipping his head down a little, his lips meeting yours. It was sweet and tender, just like any other time. Sure, he was wild and maybe a little reckless at times, but when you were in his arms, he found a way to let himself soften up a bit. He loved you to bits, after all.

Your arms wound around him in return, savouring the lovely morning you were having. It was a great day already, especially with the delicious view you were having. Soon your hands wandered a little, and you could feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Hands off the merchandise,” his eyes fluttered open with a soft laugh, followed by a mischievous snicker of your own when he swatted away your hands. “Greedy lil’ bugger,” He added, but you both knew that you were his greedy lil’ bugger.

“Oh, you know you love it,” You rolled your eyes, laughter definitely a bit too loud for the morning, but you couldn’t care less.

Raihan grabbed his tea, pretty much gulping it down despite the lack of sugar in it. It was already a bit cold, so there’d be no use in putting in any anyway. “I love it just as much as I like you in that, y’know,” the gym leader commented, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again in the most obvious manner. He just really wanted you to know that he was checking you out, because goddamn, he’s wondering why he didn’t lend you any of his spare hoodies before this. “Guess I can go without the hoodie for the day.”

“Oh, for real?” Almost amused, you had to just make sure. Raihan simply nodded again, coming up to sneak an arm around your waist once more as he pressed his lips to your head and–

Click!

“Oi–?!” The sound of the shutter going off meant only one thing. Your head turned, whipping around to see Raihan’s Rotom phone flying behind you as it just took a picture. That sneaky lil-

“Aaand posted!” The gym leader chuckled as he dove in once more, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek. “And that’s another two kisses I stole from you, heh,” He snickered away, quietly shutting off any notifications from the post he just uploaded. He’ll deal with people questioning that he’s not single later, when he’s done messing with his lovable boyfriend.

“What the ‘ell!?” You weren’t mad at all, really, but you were really bewildered by the fact that he just did that. You expected many things, but that was not one of them.

“Ha! Look at yer’ face right now..!” He laughed a little more, before pulling out something that his silly brain could come up with. “Don’t be mad now, darling,” he paused, the nickname that he calls you when he likes to tease slipping past his lips. “Just wanted to show the world that I’m not on the market, y’know. Because someone stole my hoodie and… my heart.”

Oh, well, there was another thing you didn’t expect. Sure, you two had your playful little fights every now and then, but Raihan never failed to be smooth when he needed to be, and it always left you a little speechless.

“I… you… wh–”

But before you could actually get any words out, an annoying beep resounded from over the stove. You turned over to check and…

Shit.

Well, there goes breakfast.

Now you had to scramble over and salvage what you can, and being a wee bit of a useless bugger himself, Raihan simply stood there and laughed it off. Oh, he’ll see who’s laughing when you decide to ‘‘steal’’ from him again.

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