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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 3.

Summary: Your second year at Oxford brings with it Farleigh, much to your delight, and you get to learn about Farleigh's personal nemesis (which he rolls his eyes at every time you call him that) Oliver. It turns out Oliver's actually very lovely, and does Felix quite the favour one unassuming morning. Farleigh's not happy to see him again, but Felix is.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: heavy drinking by everyone at the pub including the reader, and 'dog' being used to demean the reader once.

A/N: 5101 words. much longer than the last ones, and we finally have oliver!! very excited to FINALLY be able to write their weird little fuckin dynamic at oxford, i love them all very much. im a bit unhappy with the pacing of the beginning but i like how it picks up once oli is introduced, but also the bar scene is SO LONG and i will not apologise i love them your honour. id be mighty grateful for any feedback or if you have any thoughts in general about the story, i stare at so many kind asks in my inbox lovingly, i will answer them very soon i promise!! also this is so unedited, sorry lol.

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At first you don't notice him for who he is. At first you hear about Farleigh's insufferable tutoring partner. At first, Oliver Quick means absolutely nothing to you.

The most important part of your second year of college is that Farleigh has finally conceded to joining you and Felix at Oxford. Once, during the last Summer break, while Felix had been off confronting his at-the-time good friend Eddie, after Farleigh had told him Eddie and Venetia had been sleeping together, you and Farleigh had gotten high in the maze to avoid the fallout.

Since the Cattons were paying for his education, he'd admitted that he wanted to remove himself as much as possible from his mother's legacy and memory and the guilt Sir James held about his sister. It would be hard to do at a college where he would be a legacy student because of his mother's attendance. You think you partly understood; certain people, usually staff, liked to kiss your ass when they found out about your own legacy status and the people your parents became, you're not so sure they'd treat Farleigh the same, all things considered.

But he's out of options.

Sometimes you're not sure what to make of Farleigh; his strange place in the Catton family was never something they seemed to like to discuss around you, but Farleigh was far more candid about it. So when he pulls these stunts, gets himself kicked out of schools, puts himself in precarious positions despite how you knew he genuinely enjoyed academics, especially literature, you can't help but wonder why.

"Don't try and pathologize it," you could hear him rolling his eyes as he attempted to scale the minotaur statue in the middle of the maze. Looking up at him from where you're laying in the grass, you watch him rise above the walls into the sunshine. Maybe it's dangerous, maybe he should stop, get down, be safe, but he looks far more content up there, on the edge. Maybe he feels freer up there, even if he knows it's not true.

So now he's with you and Felix at Oxford, a first year only academically, he slots perfectly into the group of friends you'd both already managed to collect.

The point is, you have no idea that of everything that happens in those first few weeks of your second year, the parties, the hook ups, the social dances you found yourself doing, that the guy Farleigh likes to complain about from his tutoring sessions - Oliver, Farleigh always says it with an eye roll - would mean so much more to you than you'd ever expect.

Everything about the man you would come to find extraordinary, from the outside, was completely, and charmingly, ordinary. Including how you'd met him.

Felix had overslept again, and threw a pillow at the door when you'd stuck your head into his room to remind him that he had classes. You'd left yourself enough time to walk, but Felix would have to at least run if he didn't get his ass up soon, or would ride his bike instead. Its on your way, so you duck your head in to at least check it there.

What you don't expect is the unassuming man with dark hair to have a gentle, almost caressing hand on the tire of Felix's bike. When you make a confused noise, he about jumps a foot in the air.

"Sorry," he seems to shrink in from himself, recoiling from the bike like he'd been caught red handed, "just admiring." He babbles, but can't meet your eyes. For a moment, you look over him, before turning your attention to the ludicrously expensive mountain bike that Felix has always taken for granted.

"It is a nice bike," you find yourself grinning, stepping towards the bike and giving the tire a squeeze, both as a show of your own appreciation, and to test the pressure, just in case, "didn't mean to spook you..." And you trail off, prompting for his name, holding your hand out.

It hangs in the air for a moment, and the man before you gives you a proper look over. The way he holds himself, as if trying to take up as little space as physically possible, but his eyes, his gaze, oh it longed to swallow whole every detail of everything he cast it upon.

"Oliver," he says after a very long moment. Despite his demure voice, there's something deliberate, unwavering about it, "Quick," he follows it up with, "I'm Oliver Quick." And he ducks his gaze, sparing you from his intensity as you shake his hand.

"Oliver Quick," you turn the name over on your tongue; the same Oliver that Farleigh's been complaining about, you ponder, before giving him a smile, "I'm Y/N." As soon as the handshake drops, Oliver's doing that thing again, shrinking back and looking uncomfortable in the space.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you around," Oliver nods but can't meet your gaze, "around campus, I mean -" Which reminds you -

"Fuck, I'm almost running late," you hissed, spinning on your heel, "sorry to run Ollie, you seem lovely!" You call over your shoulder as you bolt to class, hearing him calling out;

"No trouble," and awkwardly trailing off the further away you get, "you seem... very nice too..."

Bursting through the door to your tutorial with five minutes to spare, your lecture looks up from his desk for a brief moment. Giving him a nod, you try and slip past him to grab a seat by one of your friends, chatting near the back, when he raises his voice.

"No Mister Catton today either, I presume," he says with a sigh, and you again check you watch before plastering on an apologetic smile.

"He'll be here," you assured, "promise." The professor did not seem impressed.

Sitting next to India, she immediately greets you with a hug.

"Felix hung over?" She grins, and you anyway in respond with a smirk.

"After last night? I'd assume so."

"King's Arms tonight?"

"Of course."

When he does eventually show up, it's ten minutes late with an apology about how his bike had gotten a flat tire. The professor, just tells him to take a seat, and Felix does with many placating thanks, sliding into one of the open few open seats in the row in front of yours. Ruffling his hair, he throws a faintly guilty grin over his shoulder at you and India, telling you both not to start.

After the tutorial, you fully intend of having lunch with India, as the two of you don't have any other classes until the afternoon, the two of you walk with Felix to where he'd stashed his bike before his next lecture. Except -

"That's not yours," you look at the bicycle curiously, "I thought you had a flat."

"Had," Felix agrees, wheeling the unfamiliar bike from the rack with a grin, "bloody angel of a man lent me his."

"Of course someone just gave you their bike," India chuckles, reaching out to give Felix's shoulder a squeeze before he mounts the bike with intent to take off.

"Lent," Felix grinned back, "I'm gonna give it back."

"And what about yours?" You asked, eyebrows raised.

"He took it back for me."

"Your hero," you laughed, shaking your head at him.

"My absolute hero," Felix agreed, "I'll tell you about it later, okay? King's Arms tonight?"

And once he's away, and you and India are on your way to the campus cafe, her arm tucked in hers, she gives you a knowing, almost exasperated smile.

"You're already trying to figure out how to fix his tire, aren't you?" Her nails dig a little too much and her smile's a little too sly and her tone almost grates against a thought you don't like to consider, so you push it to the back of your mind and give an embarrassed little smile.

"Was it that obvious?"

"No, but you are," she leans in, lips almost against your ear, smile in her voice, "endearingly predictable," she murmurs against the shell of your ear, "you're always wrapped up in him."

"Right now I seem to be rather wrapped up in you," you rest your free hand on hers, tucked into the crook of her elbow, taking her hint and lowering your voice to something flirty.

"And make darling Felix wait?" She teased in response. Instead of answering her properly, you ask her back to your dorm under the guise of lunch and she happily accepts.

The bike shop is closed and Felix has class and you can't even be sure if this supposed bike saviour has even returned Felix's bike by now; there's no waiting, but India likes feeling prioritised, so you keep all that to your self. India likes to feel important in Felix's life. Anyone who Felix spends even a little of his time and attention on ends up rather addicted to that feeling, to feeling special to Felix Catton, and India is one of the many who have picked up on your own importance to the man himself.

So you're not dating India. You're also not not dating India; you're a placeholder of sorts, which would be cruel to you if you didn't like her well enough or if you weren't satisfied taking your fun with her. It would also probably be cruel to India if she knew the truth, that Felix thought she was hot and wasn't ready to commit to maybe dating her, but that he was getting that way he sometimes got about people, that he wanted them around, wanting to not share them, but without devoting himself to them. That's where you come in. A placeholder. A proxy. An almost. Someone who makes this pretty girl feel important and close to Felix. Someone Felix isn't worried about falling in love with India even while keeping her happy and around.

When you arrive late to the King's Arms with your own around India's shoulders, Felix lights up while Farleigh, from beside him, narrows his eyes with a smirk.

"Cute shade of lipstick," he says slyly, even as he moves over at Felix's insistence to fit both yourself and India in the booth beside him. Farleigh flicks the collar of the shirt you'd thrown on in a rush to get dressed for afternoon classes, "on both of you."

"Are you jealous, Farleigh?" India grins, taking it all in stride as you pull your collar out with your thumb to try and inspect it. India's lipstick was smeared faintly against the collar from where she'd been enthusiastically kissing her way down your jaw a few hours earlier.

"Of course," Farleigh's sly smile widens to a cocky grin, and he winks at her, while she leans over you to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth with a wicked grin.

"Right in front of her partner?" Annabel, Felix's latest fling was on his other side, reaching over Felix to shove Farleigh's shoulder with a scandalised laugh.

"Not really together," India mused, even as she shifted to lean heavily against you, her arm around you and tucking herself up by your side. You nodded in kind, shrugging as Felix had to hide his laughter in his pint.

"And besides," Farleigh declares in a voice you knew all too well, "if anyone knows how to share it's Y/N," with a cheshire-cat smile and making a show of putting his hand far up your thigh under the table. Surprised by the outright boldness of it all, Felix, who had been trying to take a sip to cover his amusement, ends up snorting beer out of his nose as he laughs, which sets the whole table off.

It's later in the night, several rounds of drinks and plates of chips, when you finally remember to ask Felix about his bike. There's this look in his eyes as he recounts the details, how he'd somehow gotten on the wrong side of something small and sharp when he'd been found by his 'absolute hero'.

"Ollie," he says brightly, "Ollie - Oliver - something, I don't -" he's babbling, and though he doesn't at the time, both yourself and Farleigh react, though in vastly different ways.

"Oliver?" Farleigh draws out the name with disdain, like it's done him some sort of personal affront, or set off a bad smell, judging by his expression.

"Don't make that face," Felix rolls his eyes, giving Farleigh a good-natured shove, but it's all becoming background noise to you as you glance over your shoulder. In your mind, all you can focus on the brief but captivating moments you shared with a blue-eyed Oliver just this morning. As if by fate, when you finally come back to reality, and realise you're staring at the bar, you see those same blue eyes staring back at you, intense and surprised.

"There he is!" Behind you, Felix's voice raises above the din of the pub with barely restrained glee, "Ollie! Oliver! Oliver!" And immediately those blue eyes snap to your attention-grabbing best friend, "come over here, mate!" Felix insists, and you drop your gaze with a faint smile.

As Felix loudly and insistently vies for Oliver's attention and company, you briefly raise your gaze, only to see the disdain on Farleigh's face having grown immensely.

Oliver. Farleigh's classmate Oliver. Insufferable tutoring Oliver. Know-it-all Oliver. 'Thus' Oliver. No regard for style in his academics or his wardrobe Oliver.

Felix's hero, Oliver.

Considering how much joy Farleigh took from ribbing you at every given opportunity, just to see your squirm for his amusement, you supposed you could take some joy from his discomfort in this moment. When he sees your smug smile he scowls at you.

"This guy's my fucking hero," you've heard that warmth in Felix's voice a hundred times over, "just telling everyone how you saved my ass today," you wonder how long it will take Oliver to fall for him too.

Oliver, for his part, plays at being abashed as the rest of the group gives him faint compliments, gaze surprisingly shallow as he takes you all in. Keeping your own eyes down for the moment, you take the cigarette from India that you'd been sharing with her. You quickly reach into Felix's jean pocket beside you for the lighter you know is there, and when you look up to light it, cigarette poised between your lips, you see Oliver's gaze momentarily focused on the lack of space between yourself and Felix, where your hand had disappeared. Felix, you know without even having to look at him, hasn't even looked away from Oliver once.

"Take a seat, I owe you a drink," Felix grins, and is already shoving the few people on his left, before you put a hand on his arm to get him to settle down.

"Could you get the next round, India?" You ask her quietly, and though she hesitates for a moment, she relents, considering it was meant to be her shout after all.

Oliver is hesitating as India stands and smooths out her skirt, heading for the bar, and finally Felix remembers that most people's worlds don't revolve around him.

"Oh, sorry, are you with friends?"

Another moment of deliberation from Oliver, before he finally relents to Felix, and agrees to join them. Looking around, there's a chair next to a table behind Farleigh that was going unused, or -

When you pat the now empty seat at the end of the booth beside yourself, you're not looking at Oliver. Chin in your hand and cigarette poised between your fingers, you're giving Farleigh a grin that's all teeth, while he looks like he's trying to stave off a sudden tension headache.

"Come here, Oliver Quick," you refuse to explain your smug smile, "I don't bite."

"Yes they do," Farleigh huffs in irate response, to which most of the rest of the group cracks up. The leather beside you shifts, and you can feel the heat Oliver radiates before you even look at him.

"Quick, Oliver Quick!" Felix, behind you, is muttering almost to himself, before adding, "wait, how did you know that?" And throwing himself practically over your shoulder as you'd turned to face Oliver properly.

"We met this morning," you say quietly, gaze fixed on Oliver's, on the way he's taking you both in. With Felix's chin on your shoulder, the two of you cheek to cheek and watching him with interest, it could be enough to send anyone else running. But his gaze isn't the shallow one he'd ghosted across the others, he's drinking this moment, and the both of you, in. Smile stretching wide across your face and you tip your head against Felix's, "just as lovely as I thought," and turning your face even slightly towards Felix means your lips against his temple, not that either of you seem to mind, "your hero."

"My fuckin' hero," Felix agrees adamantly, though you and he sit back as India approaches with a tray of pints and an exasperated look.

"And you've given up my seat," she sighs, placing the drinks on the table for everyone else to take their share. Farleigh's already passive-aggressively reached behind himself to grab the extra empty chair, and you promise to make it up to her with a heavy layer of implications that the rest of the table snickers at.

Introductions are made and drinks are had and the night carries on apace until you, at the very least, felt like you could call yourself reasonably wasted. Despite how quiet Oliver is in the general conversation, Felix makes a point of always including him, arm around your shoulders so he can lean across you to talk to him, while Oliver just tried to keep up.

Everything about Oliver shouted that these people weren't his people; his clothes, his accent, his vernacular, his very unfamiliarity with who so many of them were considering their families were often titans of industry. Still, you respected the effort he was making to keep up. Whenever even the hint of a joke at Oliver's expense could be felt in the air, Felix shut it down, and though it started out subtle, it became less so as the night wore on; the grateful look on Oliver's face, even as he tried to duck to hide it, said how much he appreciated the gesture.

It's decided almost unanimously by the time you have to buy a round that it should be the first round of shots for the table. Several more would be to come, but you were getting tequila, and all the fanfare that came with it.

Getting back to the table you find Oliver's slid into your spot by Felix. Though he tries to apologise and get up, you shush him, insisting it's fine as you sit down next to him with the tray of shots topped with lime wedges, and the shot glass half full of salt for the table the bartender had kindly provided.

"You do know this is why I was late to my tutorial this morning," Felix still helped himself to a shot glass with lime as the salt was being passed around the table.

"Salt?" Oliver frowned at the glass in front of him, "lime?"

"You've never done tequila shots before?" Farleigh scoffed, holding India's hand up in front of himself where she'd offered it to him to apply salt.

"No, I haven't," is all Oliver can say awkwardly, watching as Farleigh sprinkled a line of salt across the back of India's aloft hand, licking it up in one swift motion before he took the shot and bit the lime in quick succession.

"Salt, shot, lime," you give Oliver a nudge to bring his attention back to you.

"Salt, shot, lime," Oliver repeats, looking from his glass to the glass full of salt that Felix had reached over and brought to your side of the table, "do I have to lick the salt off of someone else?"

"Not necessarily," Felix says from his other side, while Annabel giggled and allowed him to apply salt to her hand.

"More fun that way," she adds coyly.

"Not unless you want to," your own shot glass sits untouched, salt now sitting between both your glasses.

"Do you- should I-" Oliver's stumbling over his words, fidgeting with the end of the lime.

"Lick it off their neck," Farleigh barked from across the table, and though you tried to tell Oliver that he didn't have to do anything like that, and Felix's disappointed admonishment of his cousin, the entire rest of the table, who had finished their own shots and were now invested in the drama, light up with agreement.

"You're so crass, you're gonna give him the wrong idea," Felix groaned, rolling his eyes with frustration.

"I love Y/N but I don't think there is a wrong idea about them -"

"Watch what the fuck you say about them, Farleigh -"

"Watch what I say about your fucking dog-?"

"I'll lick their neck!" Oliver announces at the top of his lungs, interrupting the vicious barb, and the way Felix had practically leapt across half the table in a sudden fury. For a long moment, tense silence hangs in the air, Farleigh half out of his chair, wearing a sneer, and Felix braced over the table with white-knuckled fists pressed into the woodgrain. Then, as Felix sits back down and things begin to ease, once again all eyes return to Oliver, who's shifting in his seat, looking at you with almost apology in his eyes, "if- if you're okay with that."

After a beat, you break into a self deprecating smile.

"I do like getting my neck licked," you laughed, and immediately angled your head and pulled the collar of your shirt to the side so he could have a better angle and more of your shoulder to apply salt. The tension dropped almost entirely as everyone but Farleigh and Felix burst out in cheers. Chatter arose again as Oliver fumbled with the salt, but you caught Felix's eyes from behind him. Tension in his brow that you longed to smooth away, and discomfort in his gaze, but when you smiled you could see him take a breath, and smile back.

"I won't bite," it comes as a surprise when you hear Oliver say this, so quiet only you can hear as he diligently applies a sprinkle of salt to the soft skin of where your throat meets your shoulder, "promise," you can't see his expression but you think you can hear him smirking. It actually sounds almost like flirting.

India's been glaring at you across the table whenever she hasn't been flirting overtly with Farleigh for the past half an hour. So you flirt back.

"Not even if I ask nicely?" You murmur back, trying to repress the thrill that the whole moment was giving you. You hear the faintest, momentary rumble of a laugh from Oliver before you feel his hand on your thigh as if to steady himself, and his tongue on your neck. It's barely a second of contact, the delicate caress of his mouth as he licked the line of salt clear from your skin. Quickly, he then takes the shot, and swallows before biting down on the lime, making a pained face as the table cheered.

His hand is still on your thigh; his grip is tight.

As he's spluttering and grinning and Felix is clapping him on the back for the effort, he's rather abashedly offering himself to you, if you'd like to repeat the same salt process on him -

"You've done enough for your first shot, Ollie," you told him with a fond nudge, happily applying salt to the back of your own hand, completing the ritual with far less fanfare. Still, when you glance past Oliver to Felix, you see the way he's regarding the newcomer, with a kind of awe and warmth. This too you know well.

Crammed so close in the booth, Felix's arm stays around Oliver's shoulders for most of the rest of the night, and while no-one can see it, Oliver's hand remains on your thigh. Sometimes he taps along to the music of the pub that you've already tuned out, sometimes he's rubbing small circles with his thumb, or give you a squeeze when he's laughing at a joke, but it never waivers.

The more drunk you become, the more you find yourself leaning into him, and you begin to tune out the conversation, focusing only on your drink, the warmth of Oliver and his hand on you, and on the sensation of Felix's hand playing with your hair since his arm was around Oliver's shoulders, and you're leaning your head against him.

Everything's become blurry, your brain is still trying to catch up after you take another shot from muscle memory alone when Farleigh starts insisting on Oliver shout the next round, and for that round to be jaeger bombs.

"We just did shots," you shake your head with a faint frown, but the movement makes you feel all kind of queasy.

"You tapping out?" Farleigh, in much better spirits considering how many he'd consumed, is all wide, challenging smiles full of teeth.

"Nope," you again shake your head, against your better judgement, "never ever ever." Everything is spinning, even with your eyes closed.

"Then you shouldn't be letting Ollie snake his way out of paying for his round," Farleigh sounds all kinds of smug, and despite how you're all kind of done with him for tonight, and Oliver is trying to insist that he's not trying to wiggle out of paying for a round, the rest of the table have apparently taken up Farleigh's crusade. They're booing him, hissing at him, while Farleigh's smugness screams social triumph; you can feel Oliver's fingers twitching on your thigh, like he wants to be fidgeting but can't bring himself to let you go.

"Fine," Oliver relents to the peer pressure, letting you go and throwing his hands in the air, "can you move a sec?" He asks, and you shuffle out to let him past, before scooting back in and back beside a once more frustrated Felix.

Farleigh argues that it's the rules of the pub when Felix asks him to give Oliver a break, but you don't really hear them. You've cleared enough space on the table in front of you to be able to cross your arms on the table, laying your head on your arms to try and see if it would help. Felix is rubbing soothing circles on your back as he argues with Farleigh, probably out of pure habit, so you try and focus on that sensation, and picking a point that you see that you can focus on.

Everything's sideways, the bar, the people, the street outside, but it doesn't matter. In the moments you find yourself focusing on Oliver in the cool light of the bar, everything else falls away. He looks antsy and uncomfortable, watching the bartender pour the shots, wallet in his hand. You'd have paid in a heartbeat if Farleigh hadn't been so insistent on attacking Oliver's pride. Everything else about him was so charmingly ordinary, perhaps that's why Farleigh was infuriated by him, and why he'd attacked Oliver's pride, one of the few things that Farleigh probably believed Oliver had of value to himself.

Tomorrow, you and Farleigh were having words.

Tonight, you wanted to somehow help Oliver without making any kind of big deal about it. Problem was, you weren't sure how. You weren't even sure if you were capable of walking in straight line right now.

"Fi -" when you turn your head to your other side, you see Felix, half finished a cigarette, with a pensive look on his face as he too was watching Oliver. When he looks at you there's a moment that the two of you share, of understanding, of compassion and a shared goal, "can you get me a glass of water?" You asked, knowing he'd take the hint. Thankfully, he smiles at you, the two of you shuffling once more so he could get out of the booth and head towards Oliver and the bar.

Leaning on the end of the booth, you wait for Felix to return before you sit back down, instead focusing on the interaction between the two men at the bar. It's not that you can hear them, but you can see the grateful but anxious look in Oliver's eyes, and the way he can't look away from Felix's smile, and something sharp and bright and intrigued lights up in your chest.

There's a moment as the interaction begins winding down, when Felix takes the tray of drinks, and looks back at your gathered group of friends. His eyes meet yours, faint flicker of familiar affection passing in the next moment as he says something else to Oliver before he's making a beeline back to the group.

"Thank you, Ollie!" He announces brightly, much to the cheer and delight of the rest of the group once the jaeger bombs are set down at the table. Caught up in the sudden influx of joy, you chant Ollie's name, clapping along, not even realising that since you'd let go of the booth you were starting to take on a lean.

"You're fucking legless," Felix crows with laughter, who had already slid back into the booth and was now taking you by the arm and sitting you back down beside himself, "I'm cutting you off, you're on the waters now," he joked, arm around you to steady you, though you weren't inclined to disagree. Thankfully, in the next moment, a water was being placed in front of you, and a cheer was once again rising from the group as Oliver rejoined you all, bashful smile on his face as everyone was lavishing praise on him for following through with buying the round.

The glass was cold and clear and faintly frosted, few ice cubes floating delicately on top of the pint of water before you, looking absolutely perfect in this golden, humid pub. Even just reaching out and holding the cold glass of water in your hands seemed to make everything a little less blurry at the edges.

As you dragged the glass towards you, surprised by your sudden craving for fresh, cold water, praise tumbles from your lips, words half blurring together, and Oliver takes his seat once more beside you.

"Ollie, you're my fucking hero."

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explosionkatsu · 7 months

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Just some random drabbles. Hahahahaha!

Bakugo x Singlemom Y/n

"I can't do this."

The love of your life said after you gave birth to your baby.

"W-what?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Why now? Why is he backing up now?

"I can't be a father. I don't know how to be a father. Fuck, we shouldn't have done this." He spouted. "I can't take care of that thing."

"This thing you're talking about is our child." You were now enraged. Angry tears streaming down your face as you stare in the man in front of you.

This was supposed to be a great moment. He, carrying your child in his arms while you gaze at them lovingly. But no. He was backing out.

The dream of having your own family was immediately shattered.

"W-why?" You asked. "Why now?"

He looked at you with frantic eyes as if he suddenly realized all his responsibilities. "I'm sorry."

The last word you heard from him before he finally left.

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Several nurses came to your room when they suddenly heard you crying. Some pity you and some comfort you.

You don't know what to do, what to think.

Your tears continuously stream down your cheeks as you stare at what is supposed to be your little bundle of joy. But right now, as you gaze at your son's peaceful complexion, you are hurting. Everything reminded you of that asshole.

You remembered giving up as a hero when you met him. You remember him telling you how much he wanted a family with you.

All of it was a lie.

"Why.." You whispered. "Why does it have to be me.." You sobbed.

Some days passed like a blur. You were exhausted, depressed, and motionless. Whenever your child starts crying, you can't take him in your arms to rock him to sleep or feed him. You had to ring a nurse to assist you.

They were very understanding of your situation, though. They never complain or even ignore you. Some are comforting you, giving you your meal even though you never touched it. They were worrying about you.

Until you decided to tell him.

He's been there with you ever since high school. Sure, everyone didn't expect you two to be companions, but as of the moment, he's the only someone you have.

Gradually, you picked up your phone from the table beside you. Seeing how many missed calls and messages he left made you at least smile. You read a few of his messages before you click the call button and put it on speaker waiting for him to pick up.

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An uneventful patrol is what is in his head as he walks around where he's positioned. People are greeting him which he nods in response. Some tried taking a picture with him but he refused to entertain them since he was on duty. He can't lose his concentration.

That was when his phone suddenly rang. If it's Eijiro, he'll sure hang up. But when he checked the caller ID, it was you. Instantly, he pressed the answer button and placed his phone next to his ear.

"The hell happened to you? Why haven't you answered my calls?" Katsuki spoke out while still keeping an eye around him.

Katsuki heard you chuckle on the other line.

"Hello to you too, Katsuki." You giggled.

"You didn't answer my question, dumbass." He tsked.

"I-i.."

Something's off and he knows it.

"What's wrong?" Almost instantly, Katsuki's voice went soft.

You didn't know how to tell him. Katsuki has always hated your ex ever since you guys started dating. He was even pointing out the red flags and yet you chose to ignore his advice.

"I- Katsuki.." You muttered, trying not to cry.

Katsuki was patient though.

"He left.."

After those words came out of your lips, Katsuki immediately asked for her location and ended the call.

There are other heroes around him. They can protect them. Right now, his top priority is you.

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Once Katsuki reached the hospital, the receptionist was surprised by his sudden appearance. Part of them wanted to be a fan girl but right now, he looks like he's on a rush.

"Tell me Y/N L/N's room, now."

"Y-yes Mr. Dynamight."

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When Katsuki swung the door, it opened too quickly causing it to hit the wall loudly.

"Y/n!?" He yelled.

But the view in front of him shut him up.

There you are, sitting on the hospital bed as you gaze outside the window, carrying a sleeping baby.

"You'll wake him up, you know." You giggled and turned your gaze to him.

"Where is he?" He growled and made his way towards you closing the poor door behind him.

Mentioning him suddenly made your smile drop and stare at your child.

"H-he.. Backed out.." You said as you gazed upon the peaceful sleeping child in your arms. "He left us."

"That motherfucker." Katsuki cussed. "I know he's a coward."

You chuckled sadly. "You've always warned me about him." You said. "I should've listened."

Katsuki didn't say anything. He dragged a chair and sat beside the hospital bed close to you.

"I should've believed in every word you said." You were now tearing up. "I should've-" You couldn't hold it back any longer and sob quietly. "I-i'm sorry, Katsuki.."

"Tsk." you heard him.

Standing up once again, Katsuki sat on your hospital bed this time and placed a palm on your cheek, wiping a tear with his thumb. "Dumbass." He said, staring at you. "Why are you apologizing? Didn't I tell you I will support you in all your decisions? Everything." He added.

You looked at him, still tearing up. You were so lucky you had someone like him.

Several minutes have passed until you finally calm down. Your head resting against his shoulder while he plays with your hair.

"I can be his father." he blurts out of nowhere which makes you pull back and stare at him in disbelief.

"What?" You were confused, okay?

"I want to be his father." Katsuki repeated with a blank face.

"K-katsuki. I-

"Look." Katsuki sighed. "I liked you for what? How many fucking years. Fuck, this isn't the right time for a confession, but hell. I- shit. I don't like you, I fucking love you, you idiot."

He was ranting while you were still processing what he said.

He loves you?

"Y-you love me?" You blinked.

"I said a lot of words and that's the only one you heard?"

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

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elliesfireflys · 7 months

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hi i was wondering if you could a write an ellie x fem reader pillow talk imagine after they do it and they talk and cuddle for a bit and maybe joke around id love to see the dynamic 🤞

summary: based off of the req

a/n: hi my love, i love this idea and i js had to immediately get on it🫶 (sorry this took a god awful long time to get out)

warnings: brief mentions of sex

With your body’s sweaty and the room coated with the sent of sex, all you could hear was the combination of yours and Ellie’s heavy breathing.

“Holy fuck.” Ellie breathlessly said looking at you with lovingly eyes.

“Yeah.”

Ellie attempts to wrap her arms around you, as you testify “Babe we’re all sticky and smell like sex. Can we at least clean up first?”

She groans in reply and continues to try and wrap her arms around your sweaty body. You still standing ground by swatting both of her hands away.

“Babe.” You say way more sternly than you had hoped while turning to face her, seeing her with an admiring glint in her eyes.

“Wait before you say anything else,”

You already know what’s going to happen next. She does it every time after sex.

“Ellie-“

“Do you know why i’m afraid of calendars?” she says giggling in between words, knowing you find it annoying (you don’t).

“Oh my god. Uhm, no, I don’t. Why?” you question with a raised eyebrow.

“Its days are numbered.” She blurts out laughing after.

She laughs so hard for a good minute, the joke itself wasn’t even funny, it was your girlfriends laugh that made you start laughing with her.

“El, that was the stupidest joke i’ve heard from you yet” You say trying to catch your breath, staring at your beautiful girlfriend.

“Hey! I made that joke myself.” Ellie says somberly, as if her feelings were actually hurt by your words. You’ve said worse things to her before.

“Yeah no wonder why it’s so unfunny”

Her response is just to stare at you, her mind wondering aimlessly. Running her hands through your hair.

You close your eyes and bury yourself into her, taking in her scent, even if it’s mostly just the smell of sex.

“Finally going to bed? Thought we had to clean up?”

“Too tired.” You slowly said as you feel sleep take over.

Ellie hums. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you more actually”

She breathes out a laugh.

“Not possible.”

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader

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catscidr · 3 months

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I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite.

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you.

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind.

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.)

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume).

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If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.)

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way.

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are.

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps.

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant.

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond.

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face.

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding.

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow.

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?”

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky.

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man.

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead.

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight.

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it.

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something.

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle.

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.

Everything clicked into place.

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head.

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him.

#i may or may not have butchered the ending bc i DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM /SOBS #i did my best #୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x reader #argenti x fem reader #argenti x you #argenti x y/n

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black-is-iconic · 2 months

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When The Past Comes Knocking pt.2

Your ensnared in a tight vise like embrace before you can even think to react, his hands….warm as they slide up your thigh hoisting your frame up onto his waist so he can completely encase your body.

His fingers trembled along your back as he held you, his breath…..panicked and uneven; "oh gods" he murmured voice low and thick as he buried his face into your neck pressing his forehead against your bare shoulder, your eyes closed with pain as Tengen's hot breathing washed across your skin.

"Please" he whispered along your skin, "please let this be real" he begged in a broken whisper.

"Because if this is another dream, I don't think I can bear it", [S/N] named tugged at the fabric of Tengen's uniform slightly uncomfortable being smothered between the two of you, making Tengen release you and pull back as he gazed at [S/N] and [D/N] clinging tightly to your kimono with wide eyed awe.

Tears stream down his cheeks as he gently reaches out to touch little [S/N]'s hand but [S/N] furrows his brows and swats his hand away "no no no" hemurmursd snuggling closer to your chest, [D/N] however eagerly makes grabby hands for him.

Almost as if she knew, Tengen just as eager scooped her up cradling her close to his chest as he stared down at her with nothing but love and adoration on his face as he gently kissed the top of [D/N]'s head lovingly, she giggled kicking her feet and holding onto his finger as he held her tightly looking between you her and [S/N].

You wanted to speak, but you didn't want to ruin the sweet moment. After gazing at [D/N] for a little more, he returned his gaze to you, "h-how are you, what happened I have so many questions" he murmured softly you sat back down on the couch and he sat down right next to you. Practically sitting on you, but you didn't mind.

After six year away you were more than eager to feel his skin against yours again.

Everything was so strange, when you first met you were both awkward teenagers just trying to follow in the footsteps of your parents and hopelessly in love.

But like all good things….it turned sour very quickly and it still hurts to think about it, "tired" you answered quietly leaning against him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders drawing you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head.

Tengen bounced [D/N] on his lap and the latter simply ate up the attention playing with the rings on his fingers and sleeve of his glove, [S/N] seeing his sister so comfortable slowly crawled from your grasp and into Tengen's lap, hesitantly reaching up to touch his fathers face. You smiled sweetly watching them interact until your eyes drifted down towards his ring and then to the other three women who sat on the opposite couch just watching.

You tried not to feel jealous and bitter, repeating that it was okay for him to move on sense you were thought to be dead. But it was like a knife twisting deeper into your chest with every passing second as the women continued to stare.

"When I left the house, your father and his men followed me" you murmured softly eyes downcast as you recall one of the darkest day of your life.

"I-I thought…things were getting better" you whispered tears spilling down your cheeks as a shuddering breath fell from your lips, "I thought he was starting to like me. But I should've never expected honey from a snake" you spat venomously "I……" you started hands trembling softly as you took a deep breath.

"I was kidnapped, and sold to a foreign ninja clan over seas…but Id rather not talk about it" you murmured softly leaning your head on Tengen's awaiting chest, he kissed along your knuckles before kissing your temple.

"You don't have to worry I'll never let him anywhere near you again" he murmured kissing your temple, "for now" hummed kissing your knuckles and leading you to your feet "let me show you something" he then turned to Suma and smiled.

Can you watch the kids?" He asked softly Suma gasped loudly squeezing her cheeks she took a deep breath ready to shout YES, but her eyes darted to you and she practically begged for permission with her eyes.

You swallowed nervously looking down at your children…and then to the women skeptically, "u-Um…I-I guess it's fine" you muttered softly and Suma leapt over the table. Scooping up [S/N] and [D/N] who squirmed and cried in her grasp as she rubbed her cheek against their cooing "oh pretty babies so cute~"

You followed Tengen down the corridor his hand encasing yours, his warmth reliving some of the stress bubbling under the surface. With a light smile he pulled you into your old room, and it was exactly how you left it.

Even down to the clothes you once threw into a corner and tossed on the floor haphazardly. The walls were still a lovely shade of lilac, the bed half-made.

A large bookshelf stood beside the desk, filled with different textbooks and novels, a few bottles of paint and unfinished tapestries lay forgotten on the coffee table.

Abitter-sweett smile touched your lips as you recall wanting to be a famous artist, "it's as if time never moved" you utter softly and Tengen sat next to you looking you in the eye with an deep sense of longing.

"That's because it didn't….for me at least… every day was hell" he whispered voice cracking under the weight of his tears. He picked up your hand placing a kiss to your palm before leaning into it.

"You……were my everything" he cried pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms trembling as they held your smaller frame, "I never forgave myself. How could I….i-it was my fault you vanished, my fault you suffered alone….I-I'm so sorry" he murmured breaking down into tears as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"It's not your fault" you whispered into his ear as your hands slowly trail up and down the expanse of his back in a soothing manner, "I think even if you had taken the mission, your father would still figured out a way to tear us apart" Tengen gripped you tighter his face a mask of cold hatred as you mentioned his father.

"I hate that man" he spat out venomously, those words tearing a growl through his throat, "I'll kill him and then burn his corpse to ashes with my own hands" he stated firmly as he looked to the window letting your hands roam freely up his spine and into his hair.

"Or" you interjected slowly making him face you by tilting his chin, "you can forget about him….and focus on me….and our children?" You offered softly planting a kiss on his chin and then his lips. He smiled into the kiss momentarily taking your lips with the force of a hungry beast, tongue tangling itself into yours desperately trying to devour you.

But then he parted ways, looking down at your lips and swallowing before looking away….a dark look clouding his eyes, "but it's his fault, his fault we never had a chance to get married, his fault I wasn't there to help you during the pregnancy or um."

He looked to you and you smiled "[S/N] and [D/N]" you mused softly watching his eyes light up with joy and tears after hearing you'd named [S/N] after one of his fallen brothers.

"It's his fault I missed their birth, their first steps, their first words…I missed everything because of him" he shouted getting up from the bed and storming across the room towards the window, fighting off the urge to leap out and track down his father and slay him in the most brutal ways.

Getting up with a sigh you walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "if it helps" muttered softly staring out the window with him "[D/N] hasn't said her first words yet" he turned to look at you with a surprised face but it melted into one of joy.

"Well there's that, but it still doesn't change my mind I want him dead as soon as possible" he murmured placing a kiss to your forehead, "he'll get what's coming to him…but for now…how about we focus on the good? I'm here we have [S/N] and [D/N] we're hole again" Tengen smiled pulling you desperately close, "good….cause I don't think I could ever loose you again….my heart couldn't take it" he murmured against your lips.

Before kissing you deeply and hoisting you into his waist, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and he began to trail hot opened mouth kisses down along your jaw and down your neck. A soft gasp fell from your lips as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, and then proceeded to lay you back against the bed.

His eyes gleamed with desire, and you were all to receptive helping him to strip yourself bare before his hands expertly began working your breast.

His mouth moving hungrily along your chest taking one perk nipple in your mouth and sucking on it while rubbing circles in your other making sure to graze his fingernail over every ride on you areola before squeezing lightly.

A soft whimper escaped you as some of the tension was released from your teat, and milk secreted out of the nub, Tengen flinched slightly not expecting it "oh wow" he murmured softly.

and you looked away slightly embarrassed, "I-I'm still breast feeding [S/N] and [D/N]…." you muttered awkwardly and Tengen pulled your close for another kiss.

"What's that look for? I think it's flashy, your providing for our children it's not something to be embarrassed about I think it's very sexy" he purred huskily before nibbling your ear lobe and licking down down the expansion of your cheek continuing to massage toy with your breast but you winced.

"S-sorry…it's a bit sore" you murmured shyly and Tengen got up off the bed walking towards the coffee table, "Tengen?"

You called afraid it was too much for him, but he simply scooped up a large coffee mug from the table and returned to you with a devious smile "just sounds like too me like your full and need a good milking" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You blushed heavily as he centered the mug under your leaky breast and began to gently massaged your tender breast, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You leaned into his shoulder breathing quietly, your eyes sliding shut, his hands were so gentle as they gently worked the pain away.

Milk spilling freely as he cupped and caressed your tits gently, pulling and tugging teasing little circles on your nipples causing them to pucker up before he squeezed out streams of milky fluid.

"A-Aah~" a small managed to escape from the barrier of your hand pressed tightly against your lips i an attempt to be quiet, buuuuuut Tengen had other plans, his hand drifted down your stomach and underneath your kimono, slowly tracing your slit through the thin fabric spreading your wetness along the cloth.

He then slowly gripped the fabric pulling it harshly and making it tighten along your dripping cunt, "T-Tengen" your murmured softly and he simply kissed you before taking your left nipple into mouth and sucking the sweet nectar from it with abandon.

Moaning in pleasure as his warm tongue swirled around the tip. His grip tightened further along the fabric of your panties slowly yet surely sliding the fabric up and down your slit and catching your clit in the process.

You sucked a breath through your teeth gripping his arm as the slow grind of the fabric against your sensitive button drove you wild, your fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

A small groan slipping past your lips as your body trembled beneath Tengen's firm grasp, he continued to tug the fabric against your clit sending shocks of ecstasy pulsing throughout your body. Your hips moving unconsciously against him, the room became filled with the sound of your soft whimpers and smell of your sex.

You could see the outline of Tengen's hard-on pressing so tightly against his demon slayer uniform but when you went to touch it he slapped your hand away and spanked your vulva.

You sucked a breath between your lips as he continued the abuse slowly fingering your slit through the fabric and spanking your clit offering you both a sensual torture.

As he reached to push the fabric aside the door slide open slightly and he was quick to cover you with a blanket and pull away as Suma walked into the room.

"I-I'm sorry Lord Tengen…um Y/N but [S/N] and [D/N] won't stop crying and I've tried everything they just seem to want to fuss," she said dejectedly you took a deep breath and sighed.

"T-Their" your voice cracked and you cleared it "their probably hungry…bring them here please and I'll feed them" Suma smiled rushing back out the room as you and Tengen shared a glance before resting your heads against each other.

#black reader #kny x reader #demon slayer #tengen x reader #alternate universe

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Despite (name) seemingly being the calmer one in the relationship, he was the one who threw the fuck down when need be.

And it was glorious.

When he learned that Billy was being shitty to little max again, he almost lost it on the blond.

"Baby I'm gonna shave his head when he sleeps" (name) said seriously to Eddie while cupping the brunettes cheeks lovingly "I will get a seam ripper and rip seams in all his clothing so they slowly fall apart while he wears them"

Eddie loved it when (name) was like this.

When he was an absolute menace.

"Put mashed potato mix in his gas tank..."

Eddie wanted to cackle at (name)s revenge plots as their little pup sat in his arms, completely unaware that his dam wanted to commit crimes for the sake of his packmate.

"I have no doubts in your abilities baby"

"Next time I see him I'm running him over"

"Baby remember the rules" Eddie chastised as he let his pup play with his ringed fingers "leave no evidence" (name) groaned "exactly so no car hitting"

"...fine..."

"Thank you"

Back in high school billy was down bad for (name), one of the few omegas in his opinion that were worth his time and he was always hella salty that (name) picked the freak over him and what could he say? He had a thing for Dilfs (dams id love to fuck) and (name) definitely fit that category now.

He's down to be that pups step dad he won't even try to deny.

The thing is (name) despised him deeply.

Like willing to commit a felony onto him.

And he almost had a few times.

He was terrifying and hot.

"Stop staring at me you pervert" (name) said with venom in his tone as he was halted by Billy in the grocery store, the man very much objectifying (name) to filth much to the omegas disgust.

"C'mon babydoll don't be like that" Billy said trying to flirt with the Omega who all but hissed at him "piss off sweaty"

"You wanna see me sweaty?"

"I will literally hit you with my car"

"I see something I wanna hit"

Billy leaned closer and that's when (name) had enough"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at the scene and Billy tisked as people began whispering amongst themselves because why was an alpha harrassing an Omega and their pup? Billy gave him one last look before leaving the store.

Finishing up his shopping he went to customer service in the grocery shop and borrowed their phone and called Eddie to come get him, he didn't feel safe at the moment.

Eddie came in record time and immediately went and checked on his Omega and pup "I got extra sugar..." (Name) mumbled and Eddie looked confused "gonna fucking ruin that car"

"And I won't stop you angel"

Eddie drove (name) home, helping him unpack before grabbing the baby bag "what are you doing?" (Name) asked curiously "you're coming with me to the shop" Eddie's alpha instincts were going wild at this point and didn't want (name) alone and the Omega didn't stop him.

"What's (name) doing here?" Dustin asked curiositly as the couple walked into the store, it was winter break so all the pups were here ((name) didn't care that they were around sixteen at this point, they were still babies go him) "Billy tried hitting on me at the grocery store and Eddie doesn't want me alone" (name) said simply as he went and sat down beside his little brother, (sons name) babbling excitedly at his uncle "are you alright?" Max asked worriedly to the older Omega and (name) just smiled sweetly "I am but he won't be"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it little Sparrow"

And no one dared ask further questions as (name) turned his attention to the game table"so what are you guys doing?"

"Working on a campaign for new years"

"Interesting... Oh! I need you guys to come over tomorrow to get your Christmas gifts" (name) said suddenly"except for you dusty, you can wait"

The Hendersons and Munson families were having one big Christmas at (name) and Eddies house and (name) and Eddie had that shit planned.

The two would prep any foods that didn't need to be cooked day of the night before and wake up nice and early to start the meal and dessert.

It was their first Christmas with (sons name) and they did go overboard for him they won't deny.

The rest of the day was spent with Eddie at work, helping him with orders and inventory as their pup hung out with his many aunts and uncles.

The next morning though apparently Billy was pissed and hunting down whoever put sugar in his gas tank.

He never figured it out.

#eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #male reader #eddie munson x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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happy birthday, @diazchristopher!! 💕💕

[Image ID: 20 GIFs, arranged in an eccentric layout, of Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1, overlaid with lyrics from Taylor Swift's Innocent. GIF 1: Eddie looks up, devastated, when Chris says, "You could be dead next year." Text reads 'I guess you really did it this time'. GIF 2: Eddie turns to leave the bar where he was supposed to meet his old team, feeling left out and alone. Text reads, 'Left yourself in your warpath'. GIF 3: Eddie announces that he's leaving the 118. Text reads, 'Lost your balance on a tightrope'. GIF 4: Eddie lashes out at Bobby when Bobby doesn't let him come back to the firehouse because he notices Eddie's not doing okay. Text reads 'Lost your mind trying to get it back'. GIF 5: Eddie lies in a field hospital bed after his helicopter is shot down in Afghanistan. Text reads 'Did some things you can't speak of'. GIF 6: Eddie lies in bed, unable to sleep. Text reads 'But at night you live it all again'. GIF 7: After learning of the deaths of his old army team members, Eddie breaks down on his bedroom floor. Text reads 'You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now'. GIF 8: When Buck takes him to see Charlie, helping whom Eddie got shot, Eddie finds meaning in his job again. Text reads 'If only you had seen what you know now then'. GIF 9: Eddie smiles at his abuela as she calls him a hero. Text reads 'Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything'. GIF 10: Eddie's mother smiles at him lovingly as she recounts a story when he tried to help her. Text reads 'And everybody believed in you?' GIF 11: Eddie laughs freely in the firetruck as the team jokes around. Text reads 'Wasn't it beautiful running wild til you fell asleep'. GIF 12: Eddie has a vivid nightmare about being shot multiple times and almost drowning. Text reads 'Before the monsters caught up to you?' GIF 13: Eddie is visibly emotional as he and his father reconcile. Text reads 'Time turns flames to embers'. GIF 14: Eddie laughs on his first day as a firefighter. Text reads 'You'll have new Septembers'. GIF 15: Eddie smiles softly at Linda as he rediscovers his purpose as a firefighter. Text reads 'I hope you remember'. GIF 16: Eddie slides down the fire pole on his first day rejoining the firehouse. Text reads 'Today is never too late to be brand new'. GIF 17: Eddie stares blankly as his parents judge his own parenting skills. Text reads 'It's okay, life is a tough crowd'. GIF 18: Eddie looks pensieve before heading to his therapy appointment. Text reads 'Thirty two and still growing up now'. GIF 19: Eddie goes to Bobby's house to make clear how much Bobby means to him and his family. Text reads 'Who you are is not what you did'. GIF 20: Eddie smiles fondly as he watches Hen and Karen renew their vows. Text reads 'You're still an innocent'. /end ID]

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haikyuuthots · 1 year

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Good morning - S. Kita

Pairing: Reader x S. Kita

Word count: 661

Warnings: none <3

Synopsis: A sweet morning with your wonderful boyfriend.

A/N: surprise besties. Here I am with this short story, for u <33. It’s been more than a year, but your constant activity made me want to come back, hope this is to your liking 🫶🏼

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It’s 7:15 AM and the alarm has just went off for the 3rd time. You had no choice, it was time to get up.

Before you do, you slowly look to your right and smile gently as you see the sleeping body laying next you.

Your boyfriend Kita looked so lovely, his hair was a bit of a mess and his face was practically laid down against the pillow, he looked so peaceful. You couldn’t help but think about how grateful you were to wake up next to him every morning, god how you wished you could stare at him a bit more, but you were already late.

You slowly run your fingers through his hair, and whisper a soft good morning. With a big smile on your face, you stare at him for a couple seconds more before you shift your body towards the edge of the bed, with both feet on the floor you try your best to get up from bed, but before you can even stand up you feel your body being pulled back.

You chuckle as you let out a small yelp, Kita’s arms wrapping completely around you as he pulls you closer.

You can’t help but chuckle “honey, I have to go to work.”

“Just lay down here with me for a couple more minutes.” He sleepily replies with closed eyes

With your back against his chest, and his arms wrapped tightly around you, all you can do is slowly caress his hands

“Id love to lay down here forever but I’m already late.”

There’s a soft silence, as he doesn’t reply for a second.

You let out a small sigh and gently try to remove yourself from his arms again, but his grip only tightens.

“Don’t leave yet love, just 5 more minutes. Let me feel your warmth just that much longer.” Kita whines

You can’t help but give in and let out a small chuckle, you gently shift your body to face his.

As soon as he has you face to face, he opens his eyes to look at you, sleepily.

He can’t help but smile instantly, he leans down to give you a gentle kiss on your lips

“Good morning, angel.”

“Morning, love.” You reply

“I can’t believe this is the first thing i see in the morning.”

You can’t help but laugh, a bit flustered you reply, “you’re such a cornball.”

He lets out a small chuckle “what? It’s quite frightening actually.” He jokes

You let out a gasp, feigning offense and smack him lightly on his chest “let me go you jerk.” You reply As you jokingly try to remove yourself from his grasp.

“Stay, stay, I’m kidding.” He laughs refusing to let you go.

You guys laugh a bit before he speaks again “seriously tho, I love you.”

You look at him lovingly, as you lean in for a kiss. Pulling away you reply, “I love you too.”

He smiles… “enough, for you to stay here with me?”

“Mmm ok maybe not that much.” You joke

He laughs again “oh that hurts.”

You lightly caress his face “you know I do love you a lot… but I really have to get up now. I’m really really late.” You chuckle

“That’s fair, give me a kiss before you go.”

You instantly do. This kiss lasting a bit longer than the others.

Pulling apart he removes his arms from your body, allowing you to finally get up. You take one step when you feel his hand wrap around your arm once again.

He’s sitting up now, and gently lowers you so he can give you one last kiss

You giggle softly into the kiss

“Ok, that was the last one, I swear.” He smiles

You can’t help but smile. You felt truly blessed, that this was the man you said good morning to every day, couldn’t imagine it any other way, and best believe he felt the same times more.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu blog #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu! x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu boys #haikyuu x y/n #shinsuke kita x reader #kita x reader #Kita x you #kita fluff

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scp-10000 · 8 months

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can we please get headcanons,facts or any thoughts you have on badtimes and cardinalhater531? im honestly dying of curiosity over those two afther reading your vex headcanons masterpost

Oh I have some stuff for them boys.

I already know you read the doc, so you probably know I hc them as Allays(and probably have an idea all the nonsense Allays had to deal with in the past). You probably also remember the bit about a Vex named Merlin creating Convex which led to Cub and Scar. For every Vex there is an Allay, and this fact of life led to an Allay named Morgan making Conallay(New Allays if we're going by the same naming convention I made with Convex), which then resulted in Badtimes and Cardinal.

It's just unfortunately they were both formed in Hels, and since Hels is a hellhole for anything that isn't Zedaph, they basically ran away and found their Vex counterparts and lived with them for a while while still trying to bust out as many allays as possible pretending they're vexes.

If I remember right, there are currently 4 Fs for dealing with trauma, and out of all four of them, Bad is Fight, Cardinal is Flight, Scar is Fawn, and Cub is Freeze.

How is Badtimes fight if he's not really much stronger than the others in terms of physical strength? He has a knife made of osmium, and for some odd reason, if a Vex or Allay can manage to focus their magic into something made of osmium, it becomes as dense as the metal without adding extra weight, so Bad is actually running around with an extremely dense one handed long sword that has some serious walloping power that he can swing around as easily as most people can swing around toy store swords.

He's also Scar's main cameraman even for timelapses. Dude will just hold the camera and stare intensely through it for hours neglecting all other needs. They may roast each other, but this alone gives Scar ammo any time they lovingly yell at each other to do self care in order to make it a fair fight.

This is my pokemon card binder. It's almost flat and full to capacity. Cardinal has a similar binder full of copies of fake ids he made for all the allays he snuck out of Hels. Even after the whole species was freed, Card kept the binder as a reminder.

Card also works as Cub's camera man, but they don't roast each other nearly as hard.

Irl Cubfan chose that name because he's a fan of the Chicago Cubs. Using that, I named Card after The St. Louis Cardinals, one of the rivals of the Cubs. There's just one quirk. Card hates the Cardinals. Any other team, he's just holding a sign that says "I hope both teams have fun." However if the Cardinals are playing, he's becoming a temporary super fan of said team and cheering them on with all his heart. May 8th through 10th of 2023 was the first time anyone's seen both Cub and Card go absolutely feral about any game of sportsball. People feared for their lives near the end of July.

#hermitcraft #badtimeswithscar #cardinalhater531 #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #it's nice to get a chance to talk about these boys

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pro-skater-roxas · 2 years

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giggles and twirls my hair hiiiie its 4am and im NOT a writer but id like to present you with the file ive lovingly declared "googoo gaga (mayoi edition)"

You watched with red, puffy eyes as his silhouette grew distant. You tried to reach for him, tried to scream his name, but all that left your throat was silence, as if it was sewn shut. You forced yourself to your legs, a searing pain shooting through your body as you did so. With each step, it felt as if a weight was being dropped on you.

And still he walked away.

For every step you took, it seemed he'd taken five. You'd never be able to reach him, you realized as you fell to your knees. Tears dripped from your eyes and splattered the ground as you collapsed onto your side, curling into a ball as silent sobs wracked your body.

Your ears started to feel like they were stuffed with cotton; you couldn't breathe anymore.

It was time to let go and allow the darkness to take you.

Mayoi watched your sleeping figure, his arms resting on the side of the bed with his knees on the floor. It was a guilty pleasure of his, one he should probably stop, lest he creep you out. But he couldn't help it! You looked so, so cute when you slept. Like a little angel, which he believed was fitting. Who else but an angel would accept him for who he was? Who else would await him with open arms, and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart?

No one but you, he figured.

He sighed and rested his head on his arms, a smile lingering on his face as his eyes traced your sleeping figure. He watched as your fingers twitched, and a small whimper left your mouth. He couldn't help but wonder what you were dreaming of, a sick part inside of him almost hoping you were having a nightmare, just so he could see your cute, scared face. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of said thought.

He sat up straight, eyes glued to your face as tears dribbled down your cheeks, settled in your hair and threatened to drip into your ears. You twitched once more, legs nigh kicking the sheets off as you abruptly turned on your side, a quiet sob leaving your mouth. And yet he couldn't bring himself to wake you up, at least not yet. Especially not now that you were directly facing him. He bit his lip, wincing slightly as his teeth easily broke skin. He really should wake you. Whatever you were dreaming about seemed to be getting worse, as you began to toss and turn.

Squeezing his eyes shut as he expelled his perverse thoughts, he carefully reached out to grab your shoulders and steady you, but the second his hands made contact with your skin, you flinched and dug your nails into the sheets. Naturally, he panicked. He knew he shouldn't have touched you. He knew he would taint someone as pure, as beautiful as you. He instinctively started to apologize, and the loud wavering of his voice must have woken you, as you shot straight up, almost knocking your head into his.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately broke into sobs and buried your face in your hands. He watched, dazed, as you struggled to breathe, and bit hard on your lip as you tried to stifle the noises you were making.

"(Y/N)...?" he spoke, whimpering softly as he did so, fearing that he had upset you.

You didn't even seem to hear him, you simply let your hands drift down to scratch at the skin of your arms, to which Mayoi panicked once more and quickly grabbed your hands. Once again, you seemed not to notice his presence, as you just stared blankly at the wall. The idol gently squeezed your hands, partly out of fear, and partly as a gesture of comfort. It would be an understatement to say he was surprised. He'd never seen you like this, despite all the times you've shared a bed.

Mayoi whined softly as you dug your nails into his palms, but he'd gladly take the pain if it meant you'd feel better. Besides, he deserved it anyways, didn't he? You mumbled something under your breath, and he wasn't quite sure what you said, nor who it was aimed at, so he tried speaking to you once more.

"Can you hear me now?"

You slowly turned your head to face him, but refused to look him in the eyes, instead opting to stare down at his hands, which were still enveloping your own.

"Ah..! I knew it… I've upset you, haven't I?" his voice raised in pitch as tears started bubbling in his eyes, "I'm sorry! Whatever it is I've done, I'm sorry! You can hit me if you'd like! You can scream at me as much as you want! I-"

He froze as you pulled your hands away from his, fell against his chest, and proceeded to bury your face in his shirt. He swallowed back his own tears, and reached up to hold you against him, praying he wouldn't upset you further. Luckily, you seemed to relax ever-so-slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling particularly brave, he ran his hands through your hair, being careful around the knots that had formed while you were sleeping.

"...leave me."

He could barely make out the muffled words, but they made his heart drop into his stomach. Leave you? Had he really messed up so badly? Of course… He couldn't be surprised. He was just a rat. A mere bug under your heel. A filthy sinner in front of an angel. A-

He was jerked out of his thoughts as you spoke once more, a bit clearer this time.

"Please don't leave me."

Oh. That's not what he was expecting.

The hand running through your hair slowed as he swallowed once more in an effort to stop himself from spewing another round of self-deprecating thoughts. Leave you? He would never. He had to treasure you while he could. If anything, he was surprised you hadn't left him. He didn't deserve you.

"I… I would never," he said, gripping you a bit tighter. "I love you, and.. I have since I first saw you…"

Your grip on the back of his shirt tightened as you tried to speak through your sore throat, "I keep having these… horrible nightmares, Mayoi. I'm scared they'll come true. I'm scared I'll lose you, that you'll leave me for someone better. That you'll realize your dreams and leave me behind…"

He never could have imagined you'd felt the same way as him. Not in a million years. With all his spying on you, and the amount of time he'd spent around you, he couldn't remember a single time you'd so much as even offhandedly mentioned these feelings. The thought broke his heart. He couldn't help but let his tears fall as he held you so tightly it almost hurt.

"I'm sorry, my angel..! I should have noticed that you… That I…"

Whatever he wanted to say seemingly got stuck in his throat, and he felt horrible. Here you were, sobbing your heart out, and he couldn't even comfort you properly.

What a horrible piece of subhuman garbage he is.

"S'okay… You don't have to talk…"

He swears you can read minds sometimes. He was grateful, as he wasn't sure he could produce any words that would be remotely helpful at the moment. He instead decided to carefully guide you back down, and laid beside you. You stayed glued to him, and rested your head on his chest. You found comfort in his heartbeat, and slowly but surely your tears stopped.

Honestly, you felt a bit stupid for reacting like this. You know Mayoi loves you, and he wouldn't do that to you. But it all just felt so real…

You wanted to say something to him, but between your exhaustion, and the gentle strokes of his hand in your hair, you couldn't keep your eyes open. It wasn't long before you fell asleep, and Mayoi wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

You awoke in the morning, resting against Mayoi, who was still asleep. You enjoyed seeing him like this. When he wasn't so worried, so upset with himself. He looked so incredibly peaceful, almost innocent. You were grateful for his presence, and hoped you could return the favor soon, though knowing him, he'd say your love was enough (In his own way, of course).

You shut your eyes and breathed out a sigh as you rubbed your cheek against his chest, mumbled an "I love you" and fell back asleep.

#enstars #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase x reader #so... yeah im really tired and i dont write often (even though id really like to) <.>

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p0is0nvalz · 2 years

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A REALLY FLIRTY EDDIE WITH A SHY READER PLEASE ITS ALL I NEED IN LIFE ILL GIVE YOU MORE RINGPOPS LMAOO

Id give you anything bae!!

This is in 1987 when lost boys came out! S4 didnt happen at all, the end they all lived happily ever after nobody died

“so as i saw saying, i could LITTERALLY SEE val picking her scabs. She does that every second of the day but she also does it when shes in looove~. I personally think chrissy would be a GREAT fit for her because they are both super blushy around eachother and they clearly are in love-“ you werent listening to Eddies rambles about trying to set his two best friends together, too busy staring at his perfectly pink lips.

the way they moved when he was talking about some random nonsense, the way he'd swipe his tongue across them, how it would feel to kiss them- “y/n im tryingg to talk to you but you just keep staring at my lips like you wanna bite them off” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back, sitting behind you

“d’ya wanna kiss me?” He whispered in your ear, you could practically feel his grin on your neck as you pursed your lips together, too flustered to say anything. “Words, sweetie” he rubbed up and down your arms lovingly, feeling the goosebumps that rose to your skin. Suddenly, he laughed. “Im playing with ya, babe! nobody would ever wanna kiss a freak like me” he wiggled his eyebrows as you tried to mask your disappointment.

a few hours later, you and eddie were getting ready to watch ‘The Lost Boys’, but you still had his teasing engraved in your brain. Sure, he was always a little flirty but that interaction had sent all heat straight down to your belly, replaying that scene over and over

“Eddie?” “Hmmm?” “What if i.. wanted to kiss you?”

can you tell i added myself teehee🤭

#eddie munson x reader #vals works🕸#eddie x reader #eddie munson #joe quinn stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

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idk mann im just thinking ab re6 leon...been grinding mercenaries with a friend for stages and s ranks and...literally stare at leon. ESPECIALLY china outfit leon. why is he so sexy. it should LITERALLY be illegal. for him to be that fucking attractive. call me insane but literally staring at him for like 3 hrs straight just. LORD. the way he shoots and reloads his dualies. lord id ride him no hesitation. but also his just everything. reloading, throwing stuff, sliding, melees, ESPECIALLY his special melees, the SOUNDS he makes. you could NOT get me off top of him!! ever !! the dso will have to fight me if they want him back bc hes not leaving from out from under me !!!!!

also. we have s ranked all the stages on both regular and no mercy and. my friend legit asked me, "so, do you wanna try for scores on other characters?"

how cute and funny.

-🐕

re6 leon on top (of me) i need him so bad. put him on his knees spit in his mouth watch it drip down his chin make him swallow it make him say thank u and beg me for more omg omg i neeeeeeed him

also re6 leon… being pegged… ugh, i need to hear him whine and cry… i need to wrap my hand around his throat lovingly AAKDJDSJJF I KNOW THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE but do u get what i mean? ✨lovingly✨

omg now i’m nervous that i’m not gonna be as good as u when we play re6 together …

#🐕 anon

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phantom-rats · 2 years

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Anniversary next month!! I got inspired and didn’t wanna wait til October to draw us again :)

[Image ID: The first image contains two doodles of my Deltarune sona and Spamton. At the top, Spamton hugs my sona's legs, lovingly reciting multiple pet names, including "baby", "sweetheart", "darling", and "angel". My sona is extremely flustered, with their eyes squeezed shut, their hands covering their face, and their tail flicking back and forth rapidly. At the bottom, my sona and Spamton are sitting on the floor next to each other, with a phone playing music in the center. There are lyrics from Lemon Demon's "Touch Tone Telephone" emitting from the phone, reading "I try to call you every day, I'm rehearsing what to say-". My sona looks excited, staring at Spamton and saying "This song made me think of you!". Spamton looks stressed by the implications of the lyrics. The second image shows a doodle of my sona and Spamton. My sona holds Spamton in their lap, looking lovingly at him and stating "You're my favorite blorbo". Spamton sits up excitedly, exclaiming "Holy [$%#@] really?!?1?" END ID]

#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #deltarune fanart #spamton fanart #selfship #self ship #self shipping #selfship art #self sona #f/o art #romantic f/o #f/o x self insert #fictional other #f/o anniversary

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crypticpine · 2 years

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I forgot to post them, oops-

Here is my stuff for Autistic Hunter week! I'll explain everything per day. See you tomorrow!

1: Info dumping. He's talking to Willow about stuff he likes and Willow is lovely listening. ID: Hunter and Willow are talking at a table. There are five (5) space bubbles from Hunter that read "Talking about stuff he likes and Willow listens ye". Willow is lovingly looking at him as he speaks.

2: Stimming/fidgeting. I used something I do which I think is stemming. Whenever a bad thought or memory comes into my head, I shake it and usually, it helps. I drew Hunter doing that cause I feel like that's something you'd see him do.

ID: Three panels of Hunter. One is a tired Hunter with a thought bubble saying "Bad memory". The next is him shaking his head. Last is a surprised Hunter with the text to his left saying: Sometimes I randomly shake my head when a bad thought comes."

3: Hands/eyes. A lot of people did things like eye contact, which I understand. I also have that issue where I look around instead of at their eyes. However, I wanted to show another issue, which is staring at people. Sometimes I don't realize it but I'll just stare at people.

ID: An image with an in awe Hunter staring at someone thinking "I should stop staring" with someone in his line of vision looking very concerned. They think "He's staring again" with the writing "While eye contact sucks, I sometimes can't help but stare at people I think are cool, even when I know I shouldn't".

4: Freespace. I decided to take this free space as hyper fixation since it's something I know a lot of people who are autistic struggle with that (including me).

ID: An agitated Flapjack is pulling Hunter's hair trying to get him away from his desk. Hunter is struggling against it, holding himself to the desk with one hand. There is a text for Hunter saying "Hasn't eaten all day" and one for Flapjack saying "Trying to get him to stop". There is also paper taped to the wall with strings connecting them above his desk.

#autistic hunter week #pine posting #toh willow #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh golden guard #owl house #toh fanart #my art #the owl house fanart #hunter the owl house

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theangiediary · 2 years

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SPN rewatch 1x01: Pilot

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Can't get over how ridiculously americana they made the Lawrence house 😭 literally Sam's baby mobile is baseball themed it's almost comical. "Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" 😞

I'm still confused by JDM playing the YED standing over Sam's crib? Because then John is immediately downstairs asleep in front of the TV? (which also. Lol, "not perfect until she was dead" indeed).

"It's okay, Sam." Besides the fact that this is heartbreaking, I also think it's interesting that John and Mary call him Sammy, while kid!Dean says Sam, only later switching to Sammy.

"You know how I feel about Halloween". No she doesn't! Or, she thinks she does, but he didn't give her the real reason!! False intimacy, babygirl you deserved so much better </3

Both of them turning down more shots. Sam honey you really found the most gorgeous, supportive, boring, healthy girl you could, huh?

"Crash and burn". I don't even have to say it... "Woah easy tiger" same same.

Dean's whole introduction to Jessica. There's a really good analysis about it (the subtle put down, the not so subtle objectification, the possessiveness over Sammy)... So much going on in like 2 minutes.

"He's always missing, and he's always fine". And yet "No, not normal. Safe." Two sentences later!! Sam is so full of contractions (x).

Dean calling it running away, Dad saying leaving, Sam saying "just going to college". Woof.

"Dad's in real trouble [...] I can feel it" 🥴 literally hear this all the time in action/adventure media, but about siblings/children, not parents??? It's not supposed to go in that direction hello?

"In almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.." & Dean seems surprised that Sam is interviewing at a law school. -> I think they originally did talk/call/etc, but it fell off around Sam's junior year.

"Miller shift"/"he's deer hunting, probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose with him" -> I go back and forth on whether John would have been a drunk, partly from the first one and Dean's reaction to it, but by the second Sam knows there's something wrong but he still uses drunk excuse, which makes me think maybe not, maybe that's just what Sam tells people to avoid talking about the supernatural and Dean knows he does this?

The way Sam smiles/laughs through the credit card scam convo... but then just stares open mouth at Dean riffling through the fake IDs.... The things he chooses to be indignant about are very interesting.

"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean disrespect of the law is something that can be so personal 🤌 Sam's "yes they're dumb but why you gotta talk to them like that?" Perfect balance.

Dean's arm. Behind Sam. In the diner. & Synchronized "What do they talk about?" Again, it's been two years........ the things they share and the things they see differently are just. J2 I have questions.

Dean asking Sam to tell him why Constance did it even though they are both looking at the article. & "That bridge look familiar to you?" -> Probably not that deep, but if you'd like to dig I'd say Dean is trying to make Sam feel useful; I do actually think Sam is the better/enjoys research more, but I see these moments as a little bit of (potentially unconscious) manipulation on Dean's part.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about the things you've done?" So accusatory. I mean for a guy that's all "it's saving people! We're heroes!" this comes off very "Sammy did evil" here.

"Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back." 😮‍💨 Annnd that's how you make a show people!!! The hook of this change at the end of the episode is 💯💯💯

Sam laughing at Dean diving off the bridge into the mud. What the fuck is wrong with you? (lovingly)

Points for the pro dirty!dean discourse, it takes him an. Odd amount of time to get "cleaned up".

He really did. He really did just grab that leather jacket off a bookshelf. Iconic. Legendary. Also John is a fucking slob 😭. I love him but that room...

"So come home soon okay? I love you" Jessica's voicemail being 1. so sweet 2. interrupted by Dean getting arrested 3. impossible, she dies the moment he relaxes in their bed. He never gets to say it back. He can never go hooooommeeeee.

"I know you got partners, one of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. [...] (re: journal) This is none kinds of crazy." THIS IS WHY DEAN DOESNT LIKE POLICE oh my goddd that's his dad! His hero!! Obviously the Victor thing is yet to come but how often do you think this happened, police implying they're murderers together, maybe some bad touching/"the old man's using you..."

Sam's fake 911 call so that Dean could break out of the station. Again, the theme of him being Dean's little accomplice while being all "ooh I have to get back the Stanford for my law school interview" is so funny like he could have chosen any other "normal" life why the hypocrisy!!

"I'm not unfaithful. I've never been." "You will be." 🥲Kripke really said I'm going to make a character with so many bodily autonomy violations. From birth to death.

Also "I'm taking you home"/immediately following that up with him driving the Impala into the house like. No to get all Criminal Minds, but one could argue that is symbolic penetration.

Photo/prop parallels: Sam has the one of John and Mary, John had the one of John, Sam, and Dean, and Constance has the one of her and her kids. Dean has none.

"What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" -> points for rock salt guns being a later thing John/Dean figured out.

"I'll take you home." Screaming. Again.

"Maybe I can meet up with you later huh?" Sam was the one to ask. Sam doesn't really give false platitudes, so did he really mean it? Was he planning to get back in regular contact with Dean, more than just check in calls?

The fire parallels. "Home". Attitude shift. John showing up at the beginning, only to "disappear" the rest of the episode, seen only in photos/what he leaves behind so it's like we're experiencing his loss with the brothers. Etc etc. Banger of a pilot, okay, I try not to be salty but anyone that says spn is bad television just like. Did not watch the same show. Yes, there's issues re:lack of female characters etc but come on. The story is solid.

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Bonus: total SamDean physical altercations: 1 fight, 1 footstomp, 2 slaps, 1 wall slam, 1 very aggressive manhandling

#spn meta #kinda idk #im rewatching some eps and instead of spamming yalls dashes i made a condensed post :)#1x01 #writ tag

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