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kunasthiast · 17 days

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My God (2)

If last night's events are already stressful as it is, today's much worse than ever. With a visit to your father's office, what could go wrong?

Oh yeah, everything!

a/n: okaaaaay, so i'm halfway Chapter 3 as of posting this one >.<

I reaaally appreciate all your notes, reblogs, & comments for the taglist – it makes my heart flutter so much & it gets me so excited to finish this story already T^T

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,877 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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As the first light of dawn crept into your room, a small gap in the blackout curtains that you forgot to fully close last night betrayed your efforts to keep the morning at bay. Yep, definitely starting the day this bad, how else will the rest of the day be like?

“Fuck,” you exclaimed so early in the morning. Or so you thought. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand, you tapped the screen to peek the time.

9:54 AM.

With a groan, you closed and threw your phone somewhere in your room and laid down on your stomach. Face clearly being suffocated by your pillows. This life sucks.

“Why does it have to feel this way?” You said with a groan.

Flipping around, and lying on your back, you stared blankly at the ceiling. Absolutely feeling so devoid of everything in life. Your eyes are as empty as the void. It’s like everything was sucked out of you.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and yanked the curtains shut, shutting out the intrusive light. The darkness offered a slight comfort from the harsh reality of the day ahead, but you knew you couldn't hide forever.

With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself to your feet and began getting ready for the day. Each movement felt like a chore, every action weighed down by the burden of disappointment and betrayal. I hate everyone already.

As you made your way downstairs, the familiar sights and sounds of your family's mansion served as a stark reminder of the life you were born into. Despite the opulence that surrounded you, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at your insides.

Walking to your father's office, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation that awaited. The door loomed ominously before you, a silent barrier between you and the truth that lay beyond.

With a heavy sigh, you told yourself, “Here goes nothing.”

Summoning all your courage, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, steeling yourself for whatever may come. Little did you know, the events of the day were about to take a turn you never saw coming.

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“Okay, first of all? What the fuck!” You erupted, your voice dripping with anger and disbelief as you confronted your father.

His face tightened in disappointment at your choice of words, “Language, dear,” he chided, his tone laced with irritation.

Yeah, never mind all the fucking respect he deserves. Scoffing at him, you paid his scolding no mind, too consumed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

“Might I remind you,” pacing back and forth, you continued with your voice trembling with pent-up rage, “that you promised me a lot. A fucking LOT of times! That I’m the next head, only to have you pass it over to Sukuna – who by the way isn’t even a part of our family. I’m your family, your flesh and blood, damn it! I’m not even processing this properly yet and now you’re telling me that you already got me on a fucking arranged marriage to someone from the Gojo family? Oh, fuck off, father!”

Your father remained unmoved, his expression unreadable as he calmly countered your tirade. “Honey, it’s just the way it is. Take it or leave it. And, for once, try to act like a respectable daughter,” he retorted, his words like a slap in the face, dismissing your turmoil cold-heartedly.

His indifference fueled your frustration further, and you fought to contain the seething anger threatening to boil over. “I can’t believe this,” you muttered, the weight of betrayal heavy in your chest with your fidgeting fingers.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, your father returned his attention to his book that you unfortunately cut him off from reading earlier, effectively ending the conversation. “I’m busy. Come back when you’re done with your tantrum. Now, leave.”

“I’m not gonna do as you say this time. I’m not gonna marry anyone from that fucking family,” you confidently declared with the fire still burning within you. “I’m not gonna be your fucking pawn, father. I’m leaving this family. So, deal with it.”

Fuming with indignation, you stormed out his office. And, let’s not forget, you slammed the door hard when you left.

This is not the day I’ve envisioned to have today.

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Back in your room, the weight of the recent events bore down on you like a heavy burden, pressing against your chest with a suffocating intensity.

Yet, there are no tears threatening to fall down anytime soon, just the palpable heartache and silent screams echoing through the depths of your soul. Please, I’m too strong for this.

As a way to make yourself calmer, that can help you gather your thoughts, you decided to go to your restaurant. Yes, the restaurant your father gifted on your 18th birthday. It’s apparently his gift symbolizing his support for your aspirations outside the family’s legacy.

A bitter scoff escaped your lips, “Well, fuck legacy.” Words heavy with anger. As you made your way out your room towards the mansion’s carport, you know in yourself that you got to leave this place. “Yeah, I won’t go back home here,” you mutter to yourself as you approach your car.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you revved the engine, the purr of the powerful machine echoing throughout the carport. But, as you were getting ready to live, your thoughts inevitably turned to the arranged marriage your father and the Gojo family had arranged.

Just the mere mention of this family sent shivers down your spine. Yeah, I fucking hate that family. They’ve been your family’s rival from the start. Always the territorial disputes, the dirty, underhanded tactics, and the arrogance that runs throughout every family member.

And, then there was Satoru – the one your father chose as your groom. Well, he has no choice, Satoru’s the only heir of his family, definitely of flesh and blood.

To call him attractive would be an understatement – Satoru has that magnetic, alluring charm that was impossible to ignore. Heck, he’s beautiful. With those azure eyes, fluffy white hair, and velvety voice, he’s every woman’s dream – except you. You’re not even sure why you think his hair’s fluffy!

But, all beautiful things have ugly sides. And his was a huge ass dent to his looks. He’s a fucking asshole. Clenching your jaw, you tore yourself away from your thoughts and the carport, steering yourself towards the way to your restaurant.

The drive to the restaurant made you forget everything for a moment. With each passing mile, you felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease. As you pulled into the parking lot, the sight of your restaurant filled you with a sense of calmness.

Stepping out into the cool embrace of the wind, you savored this feeling that offers a temporary calmness within the raging storm inside you.

“I’m so glad to be back,” you murmured to yourself.

Pushing open the door to the restaurant, you were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling kitchen, the savory aroma of spices and herbs filling the air. Your staff, surprised by your unannounced visit, immediately greeted you with a mixture of surprise and fear. You rarely visit. Rarely.

You may own this business, but, you couldn’t really care less about the business side of these things as you’re too busy learning everything your father taught you with. And, this one’s not a part of it. Or, so you think!

He just gave this one to you when he learned you love to cook – which definitely by the way is a short occurrence in your life. You were bored, you learned how to cook, you made everything you’ve been craving for, and now you were bored, again.

But, you can’t deny the calmness that cooking brings you. It takes you out of your thoughts and just focus on prepping and cooking everything up.

Uraume, your most trusted confidante and your restaurant’s head chef, immediately approached you with a knowing look.“You’re only here when you’re stressed,” they remarked, their tone a mixture of sympathy and understanding.

You chuckled wryly as you made your way towards your office. “Yeah and today is no exception,” you replied, the weight of the previous events pressing heavily upon you. “I’ll whip something up in the kitchen. You know what to do.”

As you entered your office, you felt the sense of zen and calm wash over you. With each passing moment of taking in the familiar surrounding, the tension began to ebb away. You slipped into your chef’s jacket, your mind already buzzing with ideas for today’s creations.

Glancing at the clock, you noted the time – 11:21 AM. Perfect timing. Your restaurant is supposed to open in a few minutes, but you instituted a rule long ago: when you were here, no one is allowed to enter the kitchen, and the restaurant will be closed to the public.

A tub of orange chicken sounds nice.

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Sukuna's luxurious penthouse was filled with the soothing sound of water coming from the shower as he emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. With a flick of his hand, he silenced the insistent ringing of his phone, its screen lighting up with a call from Uraume, his most trusted confidante.

Walking across the marble floor towards his bedroom, his thoughts drifted to you, your demeanor from last night.

He knows you’ve been expecting to become the next head. He knows how frustrated you are feeling after the announcement has been made. He just knows. And, it amuses him to see your reaction, the way you wore your emotions so openly. He’s keen on observing you.

“Cute,” he mused to himself with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Dressing himself in a black slack with an unnecessary tight black folded sleeves, definitely outlining his sexy physique, topped with a suspender, Sukuna admired his reflection in the mirror. Yeah, more like it. His demeanor exuding with such confidence, power, and authority.

Adjusting his reading glasses, his mind buzzed with what’s to come for the day – negotiate with the Naoya from the Zenin family regarding the territorial disputes, dealing with the underground firearm deliveries he missed last night – all in a day’s work for a man of his calibre.

Yet, amidst the chaos of his busy schedule, thoughts of you lingered, an unexpected distraction in his otherwise meticulously organized life.

Shaking this off, Sukuna stepped out onto the expansive balcony overlooking the city skyline. Before he could go on with his day, there was one matter that demanded his attention. Gotta see princess first.

As he reached for his car keys, Sukuna’s thoughts went back to you, a nagging reminder he couldn’t quite shake. How the fuck are you doing now. And, he can’t believe he’s this worried about you.

Brushing aside the thought for the nth time, Sukuna exited the penthouse with a confident stride, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

As he was walking towards the elevator, his phone buzzed with an incoming text message. Glancing at the screen, a smirk tugged at his lips as he read the words: “She’s here.”

“Talk about coincidence,” he chuckled to himself.

Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you.

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Sukuna stepped out of his sleek black car, the sharp click of his shoes against the pavement. He approached the entrance of the restaurant – which has a sign that says ‘closed’ – and his gaze fixed with a single purpose: to see you.

Pushing open the door that Uraume left unlocked for him, he stepped into the warmth of the restaurant, the savory aroma of the spices and herbs enveloped the cool air. The whole place is completely deserted with only Uraume sitting at one table.

“Where is she,” Sukuna commanded as Uraume pointed towards the kitchen as their answer.

Sukuna’s eyes swept across the room, his gaze setting on the bustling kitchen where you were too focused on. There was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes as he watched you move, completely absorbed in your culinary hobby. You once told him that it was just a hobby and it sticked to him.

As he approached to observe you, the noise of the kitchen seemed to dim. Sukuna’s presence filled the space around you. Sensing him, a prickling sensation at the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Can’t this day get any better?

Turning, you met his gaze head-on, your expression guarded. Yeah, still attractive. You roamed your eyes on his whole physique, with a quick glance at his folded arms that showed his defined biceps. Okay, wrong move because the fluttering pterodactyls in your stomach are back.This made you sigh and cut your gaze off him.

“What do you want?” You asked, your voice tinged with a hint of irritation and skepticism. Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your boldness, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“I came to see you, princess,” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with charm. You swear even without looking at him, you can see his smug smile that you want to wipe off his face and kiss – okay, what the fuck was that?

You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious tone and breathed heavily to clear up your thoughts, choosing to focus on your cooking instead. Sukuna’s presence is a distraction you didn’t need, especially not today. To top it off, you’re not ready for another confrontation.

“I don’t have time for your games, Sukuna,” you retorted, your voice firm. “If you’re here to eat, then see yourself out.”

Sukuna chuckled at this with his hands unfolding to raise it to a low surrender pose, “I don’t have games for you, princess. You know that. Just came here to check in on you.”

“How did you even know I’m here?”

“Uraume.” Oh, yeah. Even though Uraume’s your trusted confidante, they also are Sukuna’s trusted confidante. It just works like that.

Sukuna’s response only fueled your frustration further. The pterodactyls in your stomach long gone. Of course, Uraume would rather reveal your whereabouts to him that tell you how they even got close with Sukuna. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance at that.

"I assure you, princess, I mean no harm," he reassured, his voice smooth as silk. "I simply wanted to see how you're holding up after last night.” Yeah, he’s here to gloat.

Last night. The mere mention of it sent a wave of emotions crashing over you – anger, betrayal, frustration. You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your composure in front of him.

“I’m fine. You can have the fucking title as the head of the family all you want. I’m out of this family,” you replied curtly. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, as he leaned casually against the wall near the door.

“Why leave?” He challenged, his voice dripping with casual disdain. “You’re just proving to your father that you’re not deserving to be a head. Too weak for this shit, princess?”

“Oh, fuck off, ’Kuna. You don’t know anything,” you shot back, your tone sharp with annoyance.

Sukuna’s facade of nonchalance faltered for a moment, replaced by a feigned hurt expression. “It hurts my pride that you don’t acknowledge me that much, princess,” he said, his words clearly laced with mock sincerity.

“I can see it in your face,” he continued, his tone shifting to one of quiet intensity. “You don’t think I deserve to be the head.”

“Because you really don’t,” you retorted, your words cutting through the tension like a knife. “You’re not even blood-related to father, to us. Just a stranger who climbed up the ranks.” Yeah, you’re quite harsh on this one.

Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your brutal honesty. “Yet, a stranger better than the supposed one-and-only heir,” he quipped, his amusement evident.

Fed up with the conversation, you flipped him off.

Sukuna chuckled, his laughter filling the space between you that made your eyes roll – you swear, you almost blacked out from that eye roll.

“Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me. I’m just a phone call away, princess. You know and I know that I’m on your speed dial,” he said with a wink and a smug smirk yet his tone is surprisingly genuine and a bit flirtatious.

But before he could make his exit, you called out to him, the desperation evident in your voice. “Wait.”

Oh, fuck his captivating eyes. Fuck his infuriatingly sexy smirk. Fuck the way his muscles strained against his tight shirt. Fuck those damn eyeglasses that he doesn’t even have to wear because he has a clear vision! Fuck everything, it’s all too much. I just need a way out so fuck my plan, too.

Sukuna paused, turning back to fix his gaze on you with a newfound intense curiosity glinting in his eyes. “Missed me already, princess?” His lips curled into a smug grin as he spoke, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you gathered the courage to blurt out the unexpected request.

“Marry me, ‘Kuna.”

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luvtoruz · 1 year

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minors dni! author's note; hey there pretty [>;)], don't hate this please, i'm begging. it's my first time writing smut, and i'm very surprised with how much i was able to write- i apologize in advance for any errors made, english isn't my first language so please do excuse me. likes and rb's are very much appreciated darlings dom gojo x sub gn!reader word count; 1.6k warnings; possessive gojo, possessive reader [if you squint], voyeurism [they fuck in front of a window], reader digs their nails into gojo, degradation, reader is called sugar + honey + pretty + baby, genitals reffered to as 'bud' once, slightly rough?? and idk what else, please do tell me if there's any other warning i forgot to add]. smut below the cut

Gojo loves showing off. He loves showing off his abilities, but the joy he gets from that is nothing compared to when he shows you off. He loves it when you talk about him to your friends, and when you invite him over to hang out. He makes sure that everyone knows that you're his pretty baby, wouldn't want people hitting on him thinking he's single, now, would we?

The table erupts in laughter as your boyfriend makes a joke. Sometimes you wonder whether people go with whatever he does just for the sake of pleasing him, he is 'The Gojo Satoru' after all. You roll your eyes and laugh, "Every time I think you can't make a worse joke, you prove me wrong."

"Yet you're still laughing sweetheart," he grins. "Cause it's so bad it's funny," you remark. The joke was funny, you just didn't want him thinking he said something that made him laugh, his ego was already through the roof.

"I swear! 'Toru's always going around thinking he's hilarious," a man laughs from across the table. You laugh uncomfortably at the use of his nickname. Your boyfriend's the first to notice your discomfort. He raises a brow "Since when did anyone other than my sugar start calling me 'Toru, huh? Last time I checked I only let one person call me that." His signature grin drops. "Let's try not to mess up again, right?" He looks over at you as you try to hide a smile.

It's been an hour now, and you can tell that the restaurant staff is getting tired, it was valid, considering that they would have been home hours ago if it wasn't for Gojo reserving the place for a so-called, 'quick' gathering. Everyone finally leaves and he pays for the meal and reservation before leaving to his car with you.

"So, how was it?" He smiles as he starts the car. "It was alright," you sigh, "Your friends are close to you, huh?" He furrows his brows, "Is this about the 'toru thing?". You nod, "Everyone wants to get in your pants, even though they know that we're a thing. Pisses me o-" You're cut off by him kissing you gently, lightly nipping at your bottom lip playfully before pulling away. "I don't care about them, only care about you, so don't go around thinking otherwise… Or I might have to prove you wrong," he smirks. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of him 'proving you wrong,' and you chuckle, "Is that a threat?" "Me? Threaten you? Oh no, sugar, it's a promise," he remarks.

He smirks when you widen your eyes, "Did I get someone flustered already?" Your breath catches in your chest as he leans close to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck, "What? Lost your words all of a sudden?" You look away quickly as thoughts of him fucking you senseless plague your mind.

The drive home was painfully slow, his hand keep trailing up your inner thighs and everyone once in a while brushed against your underwear. It wasn't like the cold air conditioning helped either, by the end of the drive, your wetness was clearly showing through your pants. You could tell he noticed by the way he'd keep 'accidentally' brushing his calloused fingers on there.

He unlocks the door and enters his apartment after you do. The first thing that catches your eye is the familiar cityscape, the highlight of his apartment was the glass wall that showcased Tokyo's nightlife. His hands find their way to your waist before he wraps them around you and nuzzles his head into your neck. He kisses you gently before giggling, "Noticed you got a little problem there." You look down, oh right.

"I could always help you if you asked, baby, I'm always up to help my pretty babe in any-" he leaves a kiss on your neck, "-way I can." You shiver at his hot breath running down your neck. "What do you say, sugar?" He looks up at you expectantly.

You respond with a nod. "I'm going to need better than that baby, use your words," you knew he could tell the effect he had on you. "'Toru, please," you whine. "Please what?" He grins. "Please fuck me, please, I'll be good I promise I just want you," he hushes you gently before kissing your lips. "All you have to do is ask, baby," he turns you around.

"Take my shirt off," he mumbles against your lips. You quickly start unbuttoning his shirt and pull away to take his shirt off. He does the same to you before taking your pants off. He quickly unbuttons his pants and throws them onto the couch. "How do you want it today sugar? Do you want me to be rough or gentle? I want whatever you want from today," you wrap your arms around his neck before mumbling "I'd like you to be rough please," the heat from earlier creeps up to your cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Get down on your knees for me sugar, c'mon now," you get down onto your knees, your face now directly on level with his cock. "You wanna' suck me off? Does my slutty bitch wanna' make me feel good?" You nod desperately. He laughs "Kiss it, over my boxers, and no open mouthed-kisses," he chuckles when you whine. You slowly kiss along his shaft, until you find the wet spot near the tip where you can feel his precum pooling.

He smirks as he feels you lick his taste off your lips, "Aww, someone can't wait to taste me on their tongue huh? Certainly eager, aren't you?" You nod embarrassedly. "Aww, it's okay baby," faux sympathy laces his voice, "It must be so hard to keep yourself from tasting me hmm? You want to take all of me in? Is that it baby?"

"Yeah, please, please let me suck you off I promise I'll do a good job," you whine breathily. He pulls his boxers down and watches as you immediately start licking the pink head of his cock. His pre tastes like ambrosia, and you can feel yourself leaking. Fuck, he could make you come just by letting you suck him off.

You try to take him all in and make sure your hands massage what you can't make. He throws his head back in pleasure, one of his hands finds its way to your hair and pulls you closer to his crotch while the other rubs your nape. "You're doing such a good job for me, aren't you? My sugar's so slutty for me, huh? So eager to please me," he groans.

He feels himself getting closer to the edge before asking you to stop, he pants breathily. "I don't want to come undone that quickly," he looks down at you. "Get up, I want to fuck you straight," you nod as you get up and off your knees quickly. He kisses you passionately, "Wrap your legs around my waist hon'," you do as you're asked and he takes you to the window, your now bare back pressed up against the cold glass. He smirks as you shiver against him. "I want everyone to see who my slut belongs to," he squeezes your ass before slapping it. You gasp as he trails kisses along your neck.

Your hands find their way to his hair as he lets one of his hands wander to your . One of his hands take care of your sensitive bud while the other holds you in place. "Yeah that feel good? Hmm? Think you could cum from just this?" You buck your hips into his hand. "My baby can't handle it hmm? Is that it? Should I stop right now?" You shake your head no. He chuckles raspily before leaning in to kiss you, "my baby wants to cum so bad doesn't he?" You whine, "Please just, just wan' your cock inside me." He kisses your forehead, "I know baby, I know. You can't come without my cock can you?" He coos. He lifts you up slightly before lining his dick along your hole. He wasn't exactly thick, but his length made up for it, his dick had a curve that somehow always managed to hit the spot that made you see stars. You mewled as he bottomed in you. "Can I move now baby?" he looks at you for approval, you nod hazily. He starts pounding into you gently, your hands leave his neck to grip his shoulders. You dig crests into his shoulders as you arch your back once he hits your sweet spot. "Oh fuck yeah baby, mark me," he kisses you as you dig your nails deeper into his skin. "Mark me as yours, I'm yours sugar, only yours." His thrusts speed up as you whine. "Please- 'Toru 'm so close-" your gasps and groans fill the the otherwise quiet room. "Gonna cum f'me honey? Yeah, yeah, oh yeah baby?" He mocks the tone you whine in. He lets oud a lewd groan as you clench around him before cumming in you. Shortly after him, you release, back arched against the tinted window.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he carries you to the sofa. The cold leather a contrast to his warm breath on your neck. He lies on top of you, ensuring you're both comfortable. He takes a deep breath before giggling and looking up at you, "I love you," his smirk now back on his face. You roll your eyes, "I guess I do too." He raises a brow, "Hey if I asked you this like a second ago-" he's interrupted by you playfully slapping his arm. "We do not talk about that," the both of you laugh.

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alespov · 7 months

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[Red Devil ] -A.Wesker 18+

Tw: Porn with plot, Slight Stalking, slight knife kink, taunting,orgasm denial. P in v, aftercare ( smut is terrible lol ( Slasher au, fem! Reader this fic is a bit intense, so please mind the trigger warnings (wesker is roleplaying)

A/N : I will have more for this soon, maybe a different spin for it. Idk how I feel about it. Feedback is appreciated, so let me know what you thought. <3 the Willsker version is on Ao3

“Be careful, you never know who’s lurking out there.”your friend playfully warned, drawing you into a warm, comforting embrace. A burst of laughter escaped your lips as you gratefully welcomed their hug.

"Now come on, you know my place is usually a ghost town," you teased, playfully nudging their arm as you led them to the door. As you exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, you shut the door and secured the deadbolt with a satisfying click. Climbing the stairs towards your bedroom, the serene atmosphere enveloped you. You took pride in the recent improvements made to your home – hiring professionals to deep clean the carpets and revamp your once unruly garden. You had just purchased this house, and you were glad to be adding this personal touches.

As you sauntered towards the bathroom, you effortlessly shed your clothes, leaving them behind in a trail. Grasping your plush robe, you draped it around yourself like a soft embrace. Captivated by the sight of the sun sinking on the horizon, you gazed through the window, lost in the mesmerizing hues of the setting sun. Suddenly, an unsettling chill sent shivers down your spine, urging you to step back from the window and close the blinds with haste. Taking slow, deliberate breaths, you attempted to regain your composure and restore your sense of calm.

"Simply first home jitters," you reassuringly whispered to yourself, attempting to steady your anxious thoughts. With a deep breath, you flicked on the shower and smoothly slid the silky robe off your body. Gently pulling open the gleaming glass door, you stepped into the inviting cascade of warm water. You allowed the comforting stream to flow down every inch of your being, soothing and enveloping you in its embrace.

As the warm water cascaded down your body, you reluctantly reached for the faucet, shutting off the shower. The air felt distinctly cold on your damp skin as you stepped out, hastily grabbing your cozy robe to wrap yourself in its inviting embrace. You cleared the fog off the mirror with a swift swipe and pulled open the bathroom drawer. Retrieving your favorite moisturizer, you gently massaged the refreshing cream onto your face. Despite the blinds keeping the outside world at bay, an unsettling feeling of being watched crept into your thoughts. Eager to leave this unease behind, you snatched up your clothes and hurriedly exited the bathroom.

Your own mind was making up false feelings, nobody was watching you.

You stood inside your bedroom, the walls adorned with memories of a thousand thoughts. The day had been long, filled with the chaos of the outside world, and all you longed for was a few moments of respite. The weariness settled into your bones as you sank onto the plush bed, yearning for the solace that sleep might bring.

 But as you closed your eyes, seeking the sanctuary of dreams, the shrill cry of your phone shattered the silence, demanding your immediate attention. With a sigh, you reached out and picked it up, the bright screen illuminating your weary face.

You were getting a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” You asked curiously, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, as you didn't often answer the phone when you didn’t recognize the number.

 "What's your favorite scary movie?" the voice on the other end of the line replied, its deep timbre sending shivers cascading down your spine. It was almost like a loud whisper, a phantom echo in the darkness.

 You felt your heart skip a beat. Why would someone call to ask about your favorite movie, especially a horror film? The peculiar question took you off guard, leaving minimal space for coherent thoughts. Hesitation seeped through your veins, but there was a lingering curiosity that compelled you to delve further.

 "Huh?" you managed to utter, your voice laced with a mixture of confusion and unease. As you mulled over the caller's motives, you found it rather peculiar that they would initiate a conversation with such an unsettling query. Against your better judgment, you decided not to indulge the caller's strange curiosity and swiftly reached for the end call button.

 The room fell silent, suffocating in the absence of sound. However, the stillness lasted merely seconds before the shrill ring of the phone shattered the peace once again, causing your stomach to knot up in apprehension. With trembling hands, you reached for your phone and glanced at the illuminated screen.

 "Unknown Number."

 Dread seeped through your veins, pooling in the pit of your stomach as you braced yourself for the unknown. Your intuition screamed at you, warning of imminent danger lurking just beyond the realm of comprehension. Was this merely a prank call, or something far more sinister?

 The incessant ringing came to an abrupt halt, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Perspiration trickled down your forehead as you let out a sigh of relief, but the knot of fear in your gut refused to loosen its grip. Uneasily, you made your way to your closet, casting furtive glances around as if expecting a malevolent presence to materialize. The phone once again, starting ringing. You couldn’t handle the sound of the ringing anymore, so you decided to answer it. Before you could get any words out, the other person cut you off.

"Don't. Hang. Up. On. Me. Dearheart," his voice punctuated each word, sending chills down your spine. You could feel the icy grip of fear wrapping around you as you spoke into the receiver, feeling as though he had you trapped within the confines of your own home.

"I-I'm sorry," your voice trembled, struggling to maintain composure in the face of this terrifying situation. You had no idea who this person was or what they wanted from you, but their possessive tone sent shivers down your spine.

"Now, what's your favorite scary movie?" he reiterated his first question, his voice filled with anticipation. Panic washed over you. You didn't watch horror movies often, so you were at a loss for words. You stammered, "Um... Halloween."

His laughter echoed through the line, making your blood run cold. "Ah, Halloween. Classic choice," he chuckled, relishing in your vulnerability. "Now, was that so hard, dearheart? You're doing great. I just have a few more questions."

You couldn't understand why he was asking these random questions, but you knew better than to defy him. "Okay, next question. What's your name?" he asked, his voice dripping with desperation. You could hear his heavy breathing, and it only added to the growing sense of dread within you.

"My name?" you repeated, bewildered and afraid. "Why do you need to know my name? Who are you?"

A sinister chuckle escaped him, and in that moment, you knew that there was no escape from this twisted game. "I just want to know who I'm looking at, my dear," he replied, his words laced with a chilling mix of curiosity and malice.

“Oh dear, do you think you locked me in or out?” He taunted, his voice dripping with an unsettling confidence. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut - he was right. The door that separated you from him was locked, but you couldn't remember if it was locked from the inside or outside. Panic began to well up inside you, your mind racing to find a solution.

 Your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could offer some form of protection. But everything seemed to be firmly mounted to the walls, leaving you defenseless. A sinking feeling settled in your chest as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon you.

 “I’ll call the police,” you threatened, desperately clinging to any semblance of control. But your words were met with a chilling response.

 “Call the police, so they can see the bloodbath that I’ll leave you in,” he retorted, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. The sheer malice in his voice sent shivers down your spine, your blood turning to ice.

 In a surge of desperation, you flung open the closet door and made a mad dash for the exit. Your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum, the adrenaline fueling your every move. But just as you reached the locked bedroom door, you were abruptly knocked down by an unseen force.

 “Oh dearheart, what a dumb thing to do,” he sneered, looming over you as you lay sprawled on the floor. His voice mocked you, pierced your soul. Everything about him seemed hauntingly familiar, yet shrouded in an air of mystery. His face was concealed behind a ghostly white mask, a stark contrast to the ominous black cloak that draped his figure.

 Fear surged through your veins as you tried to gather your wits, to find a way out of this nightmarish situation. But as you struggled to push yourself up, his grip tightened around your wrists, rendering you helpless.

 His masked visage leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You can't escape me, darling. I've been watching you for far too long. I know everything about you, and there's nowhere you can hide.”

 The combination of his words and the sinister confidence in his voice elicited a chill that crept up your spine, leaving your body paralyzed with terror. It felt like a sick game, where every move you made only served to tighten his grip on you.

 As your mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plan, a flicker of courage ignited within you. Desperation breathed life into your voice as you yelled for help, hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would hear your cries and come to your aid.

 But the room remained silent, amplifying the overwhelming sense of isolation and despair. It seemed like time stretched on endlessly, with each passing second chipping away at your resolve.

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly, he titled his head and laughed but refused to answer. He then decided to pick you up, and carried you to the bed

“Oh nothing dearheart, just play my game sweet girl.” He wasn’t using his voice changer, that he used on the phone.

“Wait? Wesker?” You’re the Raccon City slasher? You couldn’t believe it, why was he doing this. He removed the mask and revealed his signature cat like eyes and blonde hair.

“Hmm very good dearheart, you’re just as intelligent as Excella said you were.”

“Now beg for it.” Wesker demanded. He moved your legs apart and got nestled in between them.

“Please Wesker, touch me.” You felt shameful for begging, but you had the biggest crush on him. You shivered under his touch, your body felt electric. He removed his gloves and threw them aside, you reached for his belt buckle and started to unhook it with shaky hands. You weren’t scared anymore, he was your boss. You just didn’t think he would ever do this. Or you knew he could, but the burning question was why.

He removed his belt, then yanked off your robe. He laid harsh kisses on your collar bone, leaving sloppy kisses on your body. He got off you for a moment, to grab the gleaming knife from his holster. He was careful with his movements, so he didn’t accidentally cut you. He started on your stomach and trailed the knife lower and lower, growing bored. He threw the knife aside with a loud clank.

“Spread your legs, sweet girl.” You did as you were told, then wesker started prepping you. He pressed one finger into your cunt, after a few seconds he added another. He yanked his pants off hastily and got into position, you felt his cock growing hard against your thigh.

“For someone who was scared,you sure are wet.” He laughed while housing his cock into you. His pace started out rough, the sound of skin slapping together could be heard from down the hall.. The room was hot, sweat pored down his chest. You grabbed the throw blanket to wipe him off a bit.

Within minutes, you vision got fuzzy. You were getting closer, you bucked your hips up to meet his pace. He let out a groan, when you ran your nails down his back.

“Don’t cum until I say you can, understand?” You nodded your head yes - you knew it wouldn’t be wise to disobey him.

“That’s right, take it!” He was practically growling at this point, his usually neat hair was strung all over his face. He grabbed you legs so he could place them on his shoulders.

Your orgasm was on the horizon, and your legs locked together, causing him to grin.

“Hmm so close are we? I guess you deserve to cum don’t you?” You cried out, clutching onto him as your continued to scratch your nails down his back. He pulled out and got off the bed, he walked into the bathroom. A few moments later, he came back with a wet cloth. He came back to you and gently wiped you up. You shivered after the warmth left your body, he threw the cloth aside and climbed back into bed. He pulled you into him, you snuggled into him, to get the warmth back.

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heliads · 1 year

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HELLO MY LOVE YOU'VE SEEN ENOLA HOLMES 2 AND NOW IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE.

Okay so hear me out, Tewksbury x reader where the reader is a matchstick girl and she lives in one of those shared accommodation houses but she can't stand the cramped space of it. She goes for late-night walks every night to get away and Tewksbury looks out his window every night when he's closing his curtains or something and always sees her walking alone. So, one night he goes out and walks with her until it gets to the point where it's a routine they have and Tewksbury meets the reader outside of their place every night at a certain time so they can walk together. Idk about anything else but maybe a little 'I like you' confession comes from it after they've got to know each other or something.

I'm so sorry for this but ily xoxo

it is always your time to shine eva

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Your nails are stained again. Despite the fact that you’ve been taking great care to stay away from the damning phosphorus powder– you’re in charge of chopping up the small pieces of wood that become the sticks on the match, not even near the accursed white dust– it’s still there, turning your nails an unsettling darker shade after some time has passed.

You knew that life wouldn’t be easy when you took up your new life as a matchstick girl, but at least it was a job you could have, and surely that would make things better. It’s the little things, though, that get to you in the end. The way the phosphorus dust gets into everything. The exhaustion that hangs over you like a cloud, refusing to cease dogging your heels wherever you go. The fact that even when you finish the day’s work, your place of residence feels no more like a home than the factory.

Most matchstick girls live in shared accommodation houses, and you’re no different. You split a small room with two other girls, and although you’re glad they’re nice and try not to infringe on your own personal space, you don’t really get a lot of time to yourself. It’s easy to snap to a temper, and on evenings like this, you’re unable to stop the irritation from coursing through your veins.

There’s only one surefire solution to get out of your own head, and that’s to get out of the accommodation house before you go mad. You tell the other girls that you’re heading out, and they nod in passive acceptance as they always do. Slipping out into the dark streets, you breathe a quiet sigh of relief at the absence of stifling sound. The cool air is a balm on your cheeks, and you treasure the sensation of finally not being shoulder to shoulder with people as you go.

You’ve come to appreciate your evening walks ever since you started work at the matchstick factory. You might have to give every other one of your hours to work, to your roommates, to this dratted city and its wheels that never stop spinning, but at least out here it’s just you and your own thoughts. Two blocks down, you’re already feeling better.

Or, you’re feeling better until you run smack into someone else. You have a habit of sinking into your own thoughts when no one needs you for anything. Maybe that was the case tonight. It would at least explain why you didn’t notice the man in front of you until you’re colliding with him.

Unable to stamp down a quick fire of outrage over this boy ruining your one time to yourself, you narrow your eyes and shoot him an angry remark. “Watch where you’re going! The pavement is wide. Walk anywhere else, why don’t you?”

It’s only once the bitter words have left your lips that you realize you haven’t walked into any old worker or drunk, but a gentleman, and a nicely dressed one to boot. His collar is crisp, his demeanor perfect. Everything about him screams that he is not someone to be trifled with, and you’ve just snapped at him.

Your eyes grow wide and you frantically sputter out apologies. “I’m so sorry– thought you were someone else— it’s my fault, really, don’t mind it–”

The young man’s not angry, though. In fact, he’s actually grinning. “I think it was my problem, actually. I walked straight into you, you were totally right to call me out.”

If there’s any emotion strong enough to snap you out of your regret, it would be strong surprise, kind of what you’re feeling now. “What?”

He laughs. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, that’s my mistake. I apologize, miss.”

You snort before you can stop yourself. “I’m hardly worth that title.”

Far from brushing off the encounter and continuing on with his destination, the young man’s smile drops. “Why not?”

You gesture incredulously between the two of you. Come to think of it, you think you’ve seen his face in the newspapers of a friend of yours. Isn’t this boy the viscount who’s recently been making waves in the House of Lords?

“I’m not exactly the sort of person you usually interact with,” you point out, “anyway, I’m a complete stranger and you have no idea who I am, yet alone if you should argue with me about a title or not.”

“If we’re not to be arguing,” he muses, “I think that means you need to accept the title. I already have. Besides, you’re not a stranger. I’ve seen you walking here before.”

You stare at him, confusion starting to morph into annoyance once more. Who is this boy to be messing with you like this? “We’ve never spoken. We’re strangers.”

You bow your head once in a quick goodbye, and move to continue walking down the street. The young man, however, just keeps pace by your side. Infuriating. “We should fix that, then. Perhaps if I accompany you on your walk, we would be better suited to knowing more about each other.”

You arch a brow. “Absolutely not. This cannot continue.”

“Why not?” He asks, bemused.

You’re less entertained. “This is not going to work out, obviously. You’re you, and rich, and I’m me of all people, and–”

The young man lifts a shoulder casually. “Of course it’s not going to work out. It doesn’t have to, you know. Not everything has to be right. Sometimes we can just do things because we like them at the moment.”

“I don’t know that’s the best mindset for a politician to have,” you say, regarding him suspiciously.

His eyes flash with victory. “I thought you didn’t know who I was.”

“I can still claim ignorance if I wish,” you reply, keeping your voice purposefully even. It takes great effort on your part.

The boy shakes his head, still nothing but offhand in his manner of addressing you. “I’d prefer you didn’t. That being said, if we’re going to be even, I’d have to know who you are, and I don’t. Not yet, at least. I think that means we have to spend more time together. You know, so I can fix that.”

You fold your arms across your chest as you walk. “Most certainly not. I am merely trying to take a walk, and you are bothering me. Why should I tell you anything about myself?”

“Because I asked?” He mentions helpfully, “Here, I’ll start. My name is Tewkesbury. I live down the road. I’m exceedingly friendly, or so I’m told.”

He looks at you meaningfully, and you sigh. “Fine. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. I live near here. I like to take walks by myself, with no bothersome boys interrupting me.”

He laughs. “Surely I can’t be that bothersome.”

You risk a glance his way. “Why not?”

Tewkesbury gestures in front of you. “Probably because we’ve been walking for so long that we’re back at your house and you haven’t even noticed yet.”

You redirect your gaze forward once more and blink in surprise when you realize that he’s right. It hadn’t felt like all that long that the two of you had been talking, but yet it had. When you look back at him, Tewkesbury is smiling proudly. You don’t think it irritates you as much as it has earlier, though.

He must be able to sense this small victory over your heart, because Tewkesbury pushes his luck even further with a kiss to your hand before managing to extort a promise to see you again the next night. You have every intention of blowing him off, but, well, you really can’t stand spending so much time cloistered in your small room, so you might happen to show up to the same street at the same time the following evening.

You were only half sure that he would be there, but yes– just down the block, Tewkesbury is waiting for you again. This time, he offers you his arm like a true gentleman. You take it just to spite him, but when you’re still holding onto him at the end of the walk again, you have to admit that you might be doing it for yourself as well.

Such is the rhythm that the two of you develop over the following weeks. Soon enough, you’re instinctively relying on Tewkesbury to be there for you every evening. Even on nights when he comes straight to your street after work, practically about to drop dead from exhaustion, Tewkesbury always stays long enough to walk with you before he goes back.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say that you rely on that time with him just as much as Tewkesbury. Despite your best efforts at guarding your heart, each evening with him comes to be the spotlight of the day. Maybe work in the matchstick factory is difficult like nothing else, maybe you’re certain that your life will never get better, but there is that blessed time in the evening when it’s just the two of you. When the streetlights come on, when the sun sinks below the horizon, you feel yourself growing lighter at the thought that you’ll see him soon enough.

You just can’t help it; Tewkesbury makes you happy, he really does. He listens to you like no one else, and he means what he says, every word. Despite the fact that the two of you should never have interacted in your lives, you did, and somehow that coincidence makes it all better. He’d fight Fate off if it meant one more evening with you, and you’d return the favor every time.

Soon enough, you realize that the two of you are dancing around the strength of that truth. Conversation has never been difficult with him, but for some reason there’s this one topic that both you and him are absolutely terrified to bring up. Every time someone comes remotely close to it, you’re conjuring up subject changes faster than the blink of an eye.

Somehow, you get the feeling that were you to speak your feelings aloud, if you actually dared linger on the fact that you like Tewkesbury better than anyone for a very specific reason, the entire illusion that you get to keep him for yourself would all fall to pieces. Of course this isn’t real, not really. Someone like Tewkesbury was not meant to fall in love with someone like you.

That being said, pretending that he could be yours is something spectacular. In those evenings with him, you can almost convince yourself that it’s true. Then you wake up to newspaper articles the next morning about how Tewkesbury is constantly sought after at balls, how every eligible girl in the city is practically throwing herself at him, and you remember the truth. There’s not a chance that he would pick you out of everyone, not in a million years.

Still, Tewkesbury does have a knack for making you forget that. He smiles at you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world. He could tell you that he’d run away with you forever, and you’d believe him, you’d believe him a thousand times over.

Sometimes you almost think he wants to ask such a thing. His gazes have grown lingering as of late, his stares speak of more secrets than he dares to tell you.

At last, one spring evening he dares to speak it into existence. The two of you have finished the evening’s stroll, but neither of you really want to leave the other quite yet. Instead, you stand together in silence, keeping close in the hopes that one of you will come up with an excuse to stay even a little bit longer.

Tewkesbury’s breath hitches in his chest. “Do you ever think about us?”

“Every night when I see you waiting for me, obviously,” you joke, but neither of you can really laugh for long.

He shakes his head. “More than that. What if we were something else? Not friends, but something better than that.”

You take a step back, closing yourself off instinctively. “I think we both know that can’t happen.”

“What if it did?” He whispers to you, voice half carried away by the wind.

You stay silent a moment, two, perhaps an eternity. “I’d like that very much,” you say at last.

The impossibilities are unavoidable, but the two of you try to duck around them anyway. “If it could be,” Tewkesbury murmurs, “tell me you’d choose me.”

He reaches out, takes your hand in the dark. The streetlight overhead goes out, no one sees. Still, the secret burns between the two of you, and that is enough. “Every time.”

You can sense his smile even despite the shadows. “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.” Just like always.

You answer him in the night, in the dark, in the uncertainty. “I’ll be waiting.” It is truer than anyone would know.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!!

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moonpascal · 1 day

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not again

summary: spiderman ends up on your fire escape…again

any peter parker x f!reader l wc: 780 (thought it was longer)

warnings: mentions of blood, 18+ reader and peter parker, language, possibly ooc, lots of dialogue, idk what else

a/n: rewrote this at least 20 times and this version i’m at least ok with more than the others. considering it’s been in my drafts forever. still new at writing and suck ass at being descriptive as i want to be. hopefully it’s enjoyable, if so leave a like, comment or reblog <3

“I really am sorry for showing up two nights in a row” Spiderman sighed.

“Ya sure I bet you are, especially after I told you I don’t have a first aid kit or know jack shit about what I'm doing,” you grumbled. It was too late or too early—who the hell knows. All you knew was that you had work in the morning, and poorly assessing the Spiderman was not on your to-do list.

Lightly dabbing the washcloth against the exposed areas of the suit, careful not to apply too much pressure, but no matter how delicate you were it didn't take the pain away.

How he managed to land on your fire escape yesterday and to purposely come again tonight was beyond you. Why couldn’t he land somewhere who was a nurse or owned a damn first aid kit! Even though tonight’s assets are not as roughed up as yesterdays. From what you could see, it seems like he healed a bit.

“Just a tip, but you should learn to dodge when someone is coming at you,” you smirked trying to lighten the mood. Being up this early made you delirious when it’s this late at night; anything and everything is funny when it’s two in the morning. He must think you’re pretty funny when he huffs and his shoulders shake a bit before groaning at the movement.

“I got a tip for you and it’s pink.” Heat instantly rushes to your face, the shock evident when you pause. You quirk an eyebrow at him, “That mask confidence really gettin to you, or did you get hit in the head too many times today?”

“Bit of both, I watched this streamer guy and he said it. I’ve been itching to say it.” If he had the mask off you might think he’s smirking at you. But all you get to see is the white lens’s from the suit adjusting looking at you.

“I’m not surprised, you seem like someone who watches streamers.” He scoffs as you start wringing out the last of the blood from what was a white cloth. There's no point in keeping it now. Sliding out of the dining chair, grabbing the bowl and littered trash accumulated around you guys.

“I do appreciate your help and that I landed on your fire escape.”

“My sleep says otherwise. How did you end up on mine of all places in the first place?” It’s been running marathons in your head since yesterday's incident. The apartment balcony looked like everyone else’s -plain- and in between levels, not even the top floor.

“Web snapped, ran out of web fluid last minute,” he shrugged, as if that’s the most normal thing in the world. Web fluid? Like it comes out of him- eww gross—not even gonna think about it.

Glancing at the stove, the green glow of the clock saying it was indeed time to go back to bed. Having to be up in a few hours for a stupid meeting, that you didn’t have to be there for only to be the office bitch- which isn’t even your job- but it paid wellish. At least enough to afford this place.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance spidey, you're welcome to my couch, but I’m going to head to bed. I have a long day tomorrow.”

He shifts in the chair before slowly standing up gripping his side. He starts limping towards the window, and groans as he opens the stubborn thing. “See you tomorrow night, my guardian angel.”

“No sir, I won’t be here tomorrow night,”you laughed. Turning all the lights off till you got close to him. You could feel his shock just staring at you even if the mask hid his expression. It’s almost too easy to read him like this.

“And why not?” He questioned with a hint of too much sass. Popping his hip out and placing his hand there.

“I’m started to suspect you’re getting hurt on purpose to see me,” you copy his pose with just enough dramatics. “Anyways I have a date,” you shrugged. First one in a while at that and a girl has needs that’ll hopefully be fulfilled, but it’s best not to get your hopes up too high.

“A date? At 2 in the morning?”

“Yeah if it ends well,” you smirk. He drops his pose before not so gracefully trying to get out the window.

“Oh yeah makes sense, right well enjoy your date,” he stutters before slamming the window shut, enough to shake the pictures you have hanging on the wall.

You sigh, latching the lock and trudging back to the comfort of your bed.

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spaceyaceface · 11 months

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First off I love the new ask name/handle, always gives me a good chuckle haha. But more importantly I wanted to ask if you had any advice for someone trying to get into writing for the HL boys.

I’ve been trying to find ways to get more into their personalities or interesting prompts for them to experience, but it’s a little tough fleshing out their characters sometimes. So I was wondering if you have any tips. I’d greatly appreciate it especially since you have so many wonderful works about them.

Hope to hear back soon and have a wonderful birthday! ❤️❤️❤️

- Emmie

Emmie!!!!! Thanks so much for the birthday wishes! I'm glad you like the ask name, it made me laugh so I had to lolllll

I feel so very unqualified for passing out advice on this but I'll do my best haha!

Really, I think the best advice I can give you is just practice and write whatever you think of, even if it's a silly or cheesy idea. You don't have to publish everything you write (I sure don't) but it helps to "Get to know" the character better. So I'd say just write write write, even if it never sees the light of day!

I think it's helpful to "compare and contrast" characters, too. Like, think of a scenario, and think of how one character might act, then switch to the other. It's fun to exaggerate how a character might react to a situation, too! Go big or go home!

Finally, I think it's important to remember that this is your version of the character. While there are certainly some similarities to the way people may write the same character, if you were to break it down, everyone has a very different idea of them in mind, and that's more than ok!!! There's no wrong way to do it, really. Throw the idea of getting the character wrong out the window, and just have fun!

idk if any of that is helpful in the slightest, but those are some of my thoughts! I'm wishing you the best as you get into writing for HL, you're amazing!!!

#ace talks #scrambled eggs y #emmie <3

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feral-teeth · 3 months

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🖌, 🕰, 👀 & 🍂 for the ask game 🫶

🖌️- Do you have/want any tattoos?

I dont have any, but I love the idea of tattoos and i get sick of seeing and feeling things being on my body really easily (like watches or like temp tattoos) so idk if its the best idea for me? I would probably only get something very abstract or something i really love.

Attached are the marble tattoos i would get on my arms and legs! Like i imagine black or gold marble along my shoulder and down, cutting off where there woukd be patchwork tattoos (like a mix of spencer agnews and anthony padillas)

Heres the link to my tattoo inspo board :3 - its among all of the other boards in that folder

I also know that once i get top surgery i want to put like, something cool on the new free real estate on my chest once it heals - like a cool feral dog or like stitches or something cool. To represent how fucking sick and badass being trans and getting top surgery is. And also being a furry i need like teeth or something feral looking on me (i wonder where i got my username from lol) ik someone on insta whos trans and he has these SICK tattoos like paw prints on the palm of his hands and some other rlly cool ones!! His name is Fox i think? Hes a huge inspo for me and my furry journey/trans journey for a while.

Also a tooth. Cuz fuck yeah

The future of having patchwork tattoos on my arms when i get money for it… it keeps me going. I cant wait to look fucking HOT esp w black ink cuz i find it super hot and more aesthetic on me.

I remember there was a self-love influencer and she had two tigers on her belly, and i loved the idea of that and to appreciate my stomach more.

. I also love the idea of having angel wing tattoos cause i used to always imagine having angel wings and wrapping them around me when i was scared or needed comfort. So they would represent that comfort. I also imagined them like, dragging on the ground behind me sometimes, like my wings were too big for my body. I imagined them as like gold and red and w like splashes of bright colours.

🕰️ - What time is it where you are rn?

Well its 6:01pm as i start to write this - lets see how long it takes for me to post it lol - checking in its 6:26pm - now its 6:35pm - 6:40pm abt to post

👀 - what colour are your eyes?

Brown, but golden in the sunlight! I have an old photo that i love when i was in British Colombia in the car and the sun was shining so perfectly and i got a picture of my golden eyes. Its such a beautiful picture i might just find it and post it here after i answer this <3 also reminds me of a photo i took of the mountains out the window that was literally a perfect screenshot of the beautiful moment. It makes me miss my old instagram where i used to only post aesthetic photos i took 😔probs gonna make my personal account do just that now 🫡

🍂-whats your favorite season?

Fall always! I love the season i was born in (i heard thats usually a proven thought) and even tho its moving into dead winter, it feels like new beginnings and a clean, fresh start because school used to start for me around then and its my bday in fall too so its like new school supplies? Presents? Money?? Amazing. This will surely change my life for the better! And all of this ruin and pain will fall behind me cuz i have new clean fresh pens and a new journal and a new schedule i know ill just drop after a month ! (Digital planners saved me sm omg)

But i also love every season and the poetry and meanings and atmospheres they bring. I always get so sad in the winter, but that sadness and pain being surrounded by so much joy and brightness and christmas lights and a hazy glow makes a good contrast for poetry and your own depression so 🤷 spring is new beginnings. The contrast between winter and spring and meaning new life and the dead rotting and turning into something that helps the fertilizer grow is such a strong concept for me. Summer being so hazy in the heat with heat lines coming off of the sidewalk, your ice cream melting onto the hot pavement, making it sizzle. The sadness that summer can bring too. The heat and fun and sun that everyone seems to be having while youre stuck inside or watching them through a haze of your own, you want to break the glass between you and the others but its just too thick, so you just slam on the glass, yelling, hoping that someone, anyone can hear you on the other side.

Back to fall - Now my bday just makes me sad 😔 whats funny is that it usually still feels like summer when its my bday, so its like im still in that hazy summer, preparing for the winter and dead leaves on the ground that are pronised every year.

From this ask game - get to know me! 💖

#ask game #thank you!#i love adding poetry into everything so enjoy #feral-teeth thoughts #writing #writing prompt #get to know me #feral teeth thoughts #about me #wallpaper inside my heart

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suitov · 2 years

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So I've been making a Cuddlyverse Izuru Playlist and I listened to the official™ one for inspiration and so I didn't duplicate anything

So I was originally using mostly pop and alt pop stuff bc that's what I see on most themed playlists and like conform to the masses or whatever but the playlist had a good mix so ty for making me realize that was a terrible idea. Now it's more a mix of songs I like bc they have good sounds, and so Izuru might like that too, things with good combinations of notes (I don't want to say sounds again bc it's different), subtle angst, slightly less subtle angst, and songs about Nagito. One is about being a llama mama so I thought it was appropriate bc majestic fluff creatures

Also I've had Fluffy by Gloria Balsam stuck in my head for the last few days so thank you for that /g

(actually genuine not a misuse of tone tags, it's greatly improved my mood)

I've been a bit fixated on Cuddlyverse stuff lately, I kinda want to attempt recreating Izuru's painting but I don't think I could do it justice and I don't want to end up leaving it unfinished

This is basically just a really long way of saying, Cuddlyverse has been really nice for my mood lately, and I really really enjoy all the content you've made for it so far, so thank you ☺️

This is so sweet! Thank you!

Please don't worry about duplicating songs, either. Use my lists however you like - inspiration, dance parties, earworms, trolling Junko Enoshima outside her window at 3am...

(don't do the 3am thing in real life probably I mean idk I'm not y'all's parent skeleShrug but also some people have better sleep schedules than I do and might not super appreciate it)

Speaking of Izuru and his gay painting, that would be awesome! No pressure, but have fun if you wanna! Someone once made a comment suggesting that Izuru should have put the Big Dipper in the painting too and that was such a tasty idea I'm now pretending I intended it all along. ____

Context on the playlist things for everyone else: I have a couple of YouTube playlists for my cuddlyblorbos. One of them is updated more often than the other (which is also sort of the joke there).

♥♥Super-Duper-Hopeful Playlist!♥♥ (Cuddlyverse Nagito)

ultimatePlaylist0DidntFinishGotBored (Cuddlyverse Izuru)

#can't believe I have FANS #reply #soundtrack

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lolothesilly · 9 months

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to comment about your rss feed post- i never stopped using rss feeds, when google tried to strike them down and many large websites gave up i kinda was just out of the loop because i never use corporate stuff in the first place. so remembering that there are still places that use rss feeds like tumblr is important to getting people to migrate from phone models to legacy ones, but i think at the end of the day the greatest evil is all the ui changes that came with the smart phone i have a flip phone and my daily driver is my laptop i am never off of, theres so many ui differences in endless scroll feed based websites that the people on neocities RESENT and desperately do not want to emulate so i really hope people are happy with how small and cute and sincere it is right now and use ANOTHER website maker to do more of what that post was talking about. because neocities is a spiritual successor of geocities and the traditions of webrings and guestbooks and emailing people directly and following the breadcrums of links is all apart of the learning curve and to disrupt that for the lesser endless feed scroll model is going to get us back to what corporate hell has entrapped us in. since twitter migration started on tumblr nobody makes real blog posts, people are alergic to paragraphs and intimacy and sincerity. i just appreciate neocities for having that and being too desperate for EVEN MORE USERS when we already have so many scares me, i already got to get off of tumblr for the expansion reasons that made it unusable and out right dangerous for me as a queer person. theres benefits many in being obscure and small.

im sorry i cant tell if im having a hard time processing this ask or what, im not 100% sure what youre saying here but ill try to respond as best i can, sorry if i misinterpret anything!!

so like i definitly agree with the "allergic to paragraphs and intimacy and sincerity" thing, i was thinking about it more last night and i think its a good thing that neocities doesnt really lend itself as much to the short-form posts you see on tumblr and twitter. bc like. i remember when i was a kid/teen, that kind of shortform flow-of-consciousness posting was mostly found in:

chatrooms (chatzy, IRC, guestbooks, shoutboxes, etc)

early social media status updates (like on myspace or facebook, the "had starbucks today lol 😜" kind of stuff)

and like. the niche chatrooms used to fill is now mostly filled by discord (though i know discord has Problems and i Think ive heard of alternatives to it?? havent looked into that as much) but. i think neocities being a home for longer posts about your interests is SO valuable honestly and i want more people to embrace that kind of thing!!

i feel like theres a sort of craving that sites like tumblr or twitter currently fulfill (badly) of like. throwing your thoughts into the void. not necesarily looking for a discussion but like. idk. its like if you wrote in a journal and then turned the pages into paper airplanes and threw them out your window.

(actually i remember in the 10s there was this site... i forget what it was called but it was like an anonymous "email" sort of service but your emails just went to random other users? literally shouting into the void, knowing someone will hear but can not respond because its all anonymous. idk it was neat)

but yeah. sorry. this is disjointed im really just thinking out loud. i just miss personal sites and fansites and forums and chatboxes and IRC chats..... i miss the way we used to use the internet, the way we used to share things with each other....

as far as RSS and feeds go i dont think its really all that comparable to the endless scrolling hell we have on modern social media sites, but i DO think it might scratch the same brain-itch while being less destructive. its hard to doomscroll if your "feed" is literally just "new articles posted by your friends on their personal websites" instead of like, "10000 reblogs and 1000000 random things the algorithm has decided to show you", yknow? its like. home grown organic media. idk

#long post #sorryyy i hope this makes sense / addresses your points i am. tired #ty for the ask tho /gen

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sugako · 3 years

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practicum

supervisor!nanami x intern!reader sum: your internship is cruel and boring, but your primary supervisor and his lingering touches are enough to make you stay for the decadence collab by @sugawara-sweetheart cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, power dynamic (boss/intern), slight age gap implied, semi-public sex/office sex, Dom/sub themes, fingering, slight dumbification, cervix kisses, size kink, creampie, reader is in their 20s, inexperienced reader (sorta/idk its up to interp), reader wears a skirt/has a vagina but no gendered language used wc: 2.3k

You knew the moment you stepped into the stiff, grey office building that this wasn’t what you wanted to do, but you had to complete an internship and this had been the easiest place to get into. At first, you hadn’t been sure if it was worth the experience, or the long hours, or the complicated work that really should have been given to someone with twice the experience as you and probably another degree or two.

Truthfully, there wasn’t much keeping you there. You had the opportunity to find a new place within the first week, but you hadn’t. The little steel string that kept you clinging onto this awful, stuffy job was him. Nanami Kento.

Or, as you usually addressed him, Mr. Nanami. He was your primary supervisor after all. The moment you decided to stay was the moment you realized your little crush had gotten out of hand, not that it stopped you. It was impossible with all the sharp angles of his pretty face, the whisper of his baritone voice when he kindly corrected any mistakes in your work and the lingering touches of his fingers across your shoulders as he leaned in to assist you.

Despite his demeanor, you discovered he wasn’t too much older than yourself, at least within ten years of your own age, that had been the tipping point. Your crush quickly got out of hand. Most nights you spent thrashing around in bed imagining your own hands to be his as they left hot trails down your body, but it was never good enough.

For a while, you resigned yourself to lonely nights and soft brushes of skin, but then one day after he caught you in the middle of twisting your ankle up the steps to the office, it was as though a switch flipped.

Nanami had always found you attractive and he appreciated your work ethic, even if he was well aware this wasn’t a place where you would thrive. He knew he spent a little too long explaining certain things to you, letting his body graze yours whenever given the chance, but he felt you enjoyed it. The way your shoulders tensed and you let out a little shuddery gasp that you thought was silent, when your pretty thighs clenched together under whatever cute skirt or pants you had on that day, the light in your eyes that brightened whenever you looked into his eyes - it all made his heart race even if he kept a straight face.

Seeing you so helpless, if even for a short moment, and the delicious whimper you yelped out had broken his resolve. Sure, he was your boss, but not really since you didn’t permanently work here, he reasoned.

“Come to my office so I can check that everything is okay.” He said, taking your elbow into his hand. “It can be easy to fracture the bones in your ankle and foot, and those injuries shouldn't be taken lightly.”

“Uh, okay.” You stuttered back, heat rushing up to the tips of your ears at the subtle contact. It was early, very early, and there were only a handful of people sleepily milling around. Not enough to be a problem, he thought, silently locking the door behind the both of you.

A bit awkwardly, you situated yourself in the middle of the room, bending your knee to slightly lift your foot off the ground. The ache wasn’t terrible, it barely stung, but who were you to argue with a superior?

“Sit on my desk.” He instructed, shucking his suit jacket off and draping it over the back of the plush chair adjacent to the desk.

Nodding quickly, you scampered into place, perching on the edge with your feet dangling above the floor. The straight line of his mouth just barely quirked up as he sat before you. Your mind spun, unable to help but notice how his knees spread wide apart, and the tightness of his pants around his thighs and hips.

Some little part of his brain was telling him to stop, but his body kept moving, fingers rubbing up against your bare ankle. He had to hold back a low groan when he felt you shiver under his touch and your thighs twitch open just the slightest. Glancing up at you only confirmed what he already knew. The way your eyes drooped down, lips parted as you breathed in those cute, shallow breaths, holding yourself up so nicely for him.

Your breath hitched when he looked at you, his hands sliding at a painfully slow rate up from your ankle. They ghosted over your calves, so steady but so cautious, and all the while his eyes stayed anchored to yours.

“How does it look?” You finally breathed when he reached the backside of your knees. Clenching around nothing, but feeling so on the edge of what you longed for, you let your legs fall open just a bit more, knowing he could see your damp panties if he even flickered his eyes down.

When it took him a moment to respond, you worried you had crossed a line, but after a handful of long seconds, the gears in his head stopped turning when his eyes were cast downward. He didn’t make it to your ankle, vision stopping short when he registered how far your cute skirt had been pushed up and the way he could see the perfect outline of your dripping cunt imprinted against the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Very good, but…” Nanami trailed off, kneading your thighs higher and higher.

“But what?” You asked, voice coming out all breathy and needy. The way his touch sent sparks of electricity cascading down your spine was a sin. Hungry with need, the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitched, the cool air of the office breezing against you.

With curious eyes, you watched as he swallowed hard, his gaze flashing back up to you. “You have a different problem now.” Letting out a small sigh, he stands, caging you in with his arms and looming just centimeters away from your face. “I see how you look at me. How you dote on me, ask me for help even when you don’t need it, how your legs shake when I sit a little too close,” his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip as though to make his point, “and now you’re making a mess on my desk and spreading your legs to show me. Do you really need your boss’ cock that badly?” The way he coos the last question fills your body with heat, but you struggle to look anywhere except directly at him.

“Y-yes, please, want you.” When you stutter out your answer, he squeezes his hips between your legs, the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh.

“You’re very cute, but you act as if you have never been touched properly.” He whispers, letting his head fall against your shoulder, hands pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your hips, completely exposing you.

“They… uh, sorta, but not like,” you shudder out a gasp when his fingers tap against the soaked fabric, grinding your hips into his touch, “...not as good as you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He moans, ignoring his own words as he pulls aside the flimsy fabric and spreads your slick around, circling your clit.

“But I-!” Your words get choked off when he eases a long finger into you, curling it against your spongey walls. “Want you to fuck me, please!” You whine, hips bucking into his hand while you chased release.

He presses a chaste kiss against the side of your neck before he gently pushes you down so your back is flush against the desk and he pulls your hips to the edge, holding your knees wide enough for him to fit. Barely lifting your head up, you watch him as he stands before you. With quick-moving hands, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out and palming it lightly before he leans over you again.

Faintly, you’re aware that you’re in his office, in the office building and if anyone were to walk in there would be a disaster for your work and academic life, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Especially not when Nanami’s heavy cock is resting against your cunt and he’s kissing down the column of your neck.

“Since you’ve never felt a real man, tell me if it’s too much,” he says hoarsely, pulling aside the fabric of your panties again before he lines himself up.

Blankly, you nod at his words, struggling to relax your body as the fat tip pushes past your tight entrance. It’s enough to make you flutter around him, an action he desperately tries to ignore. Your little cunt is gushing, sucking him in and clamping around him so tight he’s worried he might break you. The inside of your lip aches from biting them so harshly, waiting for him to slowly bottom out.

“Happy? You’ve wanted this for so long.” He breathes, looking down at where the two of you are connected and the pretty shine of your wetness under the lamps and early morning sunshine that filters through the window.

“Y-yes.” You answer unsteadily, wrapping your knees around his lower back, needing to feel him more, deeper, harder, anything.

“Usually such a smart person and now all you can say is yes and nod?” He pulls back, nearly slipping out with the way you’re creaming around him, and slams back into you.

“Uh-huh!” Comes your squeaked response, unable to answer properly. Slowly realizing what you said, you attempt to backtrack with a weak, “I mean-” before the words gurgle off into nothing when you feel him hit you deeper than anyone ever has.

The sound of skin slapping and the resounding squelches that fill the space cloud your thoughts up, and all you feel is him. Every movement he made was fast but evenly paced and purposeful and you wondered how he could fit so well against you without ever having known you intimately before. His hands burning against your skin, brushing against your stomach as they hold your hips in place, how he perfectly fills you out, and in the next moment how your chest fills with warmth when his thumb brushes against your aching clit.

“You want to cum?” His voice is far strained than it was when he began, his low breathy moans getting louder by the second.

“Please!” You cry, arms shaking as you held yourself back from grabbing onto him.

All he did was give you a sharp nod, but his fingers were suddenly focused, stroking you so exactly you found yourself at the brink of orgasm in short minutes encouraged on by the way he continued to steadily fuck into you.

“Good,” he whispered as he felt you flutter around him, sucking him in impossibly deeper. Those words were the final straw for you. Before you realized what was happening, you could hear yourself faintly crying out like a far-away echo, body jerking and trembling beneath him as he worked you through it, only taking his hand away when he knew you were spent.

“Such a perfect cunt.” You barely heard him, dazed in your own little world, only feeling now, mumbling out something about how you wanted him to cum inside of you.

He slowed, barely, but his steadiness remained, the only indication that he was close was his cock twitching against your still fluttering walls. Letting out a long, hissed groan he finally let himself go, shuddering against you as he came, filling you up even more from the inside. His body pressed into yours as he simply held you, listening closely to your whimpers and gasps.

As you slipped out of your own brain, coming back to reality, you moaned at the weight of him against you, wrapping your arms to rest around his shoulders. Your legs shook around him, barely staying looped around the back of his thighs now.

Gradually, he propped himself up, almost painfully pulling out of you. Although his cock was barely half hard now, the stretch pulled at you just as much as it did at the beginning. He quickly pulls out the neatly placed pocket square from the jacket draped behind him and cleans himself off while you lay there, still winded and trying to process what happened.

Waiting for you to say something or do anything, he drinks up the sight of your glistening cunt, his cum pooling between your legs as it slowly drips out. The small groan you let out as you sit up with unsteady motions gets his attention, prompting him to lean back over you and clean around your thighs, purposefully ignoring the mess between your legs. You watch his actions, dread creeping in as to what happens next, but all he does is adjust your panties back into place and help straighten out your skirt when you wobble off the desk.

Silently, he holds your hands as you regain your footing.

“Um, thank y-”

“Your internship ends next week, correct?” He cuts you off, taking his hands out of yours and rounding the desk to sit at his chair.

“Yes, it does.” It’s obvious he knows the answer, but you reply anyway. You swallow, clasping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Alright,” he says, scribbling something on the back of a business card, “feel free to call me after your last day.”

A little surprised, you take the card from him and hold it tight, a weight being lifted from your chest. With a little nod, you go to leave.

“Oh, and y/n?”

“Yes, sir?” You chirp. He takes a deep breath, wondering how it would sound if you called him that next time.

“This didn’t happen.”

#sweetheart decadence #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader

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rikilouvre · 2 years

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first snow

summary : you and your first love, seungmin, meeting in the first snow of the year.

notes : not proofread yet! _____ is reader's name.

a/n : based on legend of the blue sea episode 5, watching it rn, i had to, plus i really gotta stop impulsively writing short prompts and start working on my tropes 😭 also they're college students ! a reblog will be very much appreciated.

+ saw my inbox with 4 questions, someone requested for another ending of one of my stories, and i have unfinished prompts and fics. i haven't done anything, i'm sorry! schoolwork's been making me busy and idk which part to start with.

theme song : 24 to 25, beautiful life (goblin ost)

"meet me at the park once the first snow of the year starts..."

his words whirled around your head over and over, staring out the window and inspecting for any signs of snow from the sky at all. the colorful twinkling lights hanged on the big christmas tree in your living room shone in your peripheral vision. the smell of that nostalgic cookies inside a red round tin container filled the air. you even had tiny crumbs on the sides of your mouth and on your sweater from the cookies you ate earlier, how adorable.

2 days ago, you and seungmin met up at a local cafe for a mini-reunion after not being able to bond because of rough academic schedules.

"i want to tell you something important once that day comes."

you couldn't even focus on drinking the cup of warm chocolate you're holding 'cause everything now makes you think of him. you couldn't help but ask yourself, "what does he want to tell me?" you swirl around the little warm chocolate residue inside the mug.

you always knew he was the only one you'd like in this town — he is a gentleman, he knows his priorities, he knows how to work around the house, he's independent, not to mention very handsome and talented — he is everything you could describe the perfect man everybody longs to be with. and you're hella proud that you're very close to him now.

but the thought of him nonchalantly intertwining his fingers with yours during your casual walks, when he stares at you when you're not looking, when he shows great concern when you encounter simple manageable problems like getting the cookie jar placed on the high cabinet — all these things he do for you that he mindlessly thought you wouldn't notice, turns out you do.

and everytime you think about it, a wave of chills rush throughout your whole body as your heartbeat skips a beat — all the things you thought you couldn't feel and think of. yet, you're here, red blushy cheeks but a serious face — ever trying your best to not let your intense feelings for him dominate the way you think and act. you didn't let yourself be in the feels since, who knows? who knows what he's going to say on the first snow of 24? he could tell you that he has a girlfriend and he might be excited to introduce her to you. it was therefore the right choice for you not to conclude everything on behalf of him.

and there, a snowflake gently swaying down to the ground.

you almost jumped to your seat in excitement when you saw it, heart progressively racing when you've come to the realization that this is the day. your toes starting to feel cold from excitement and nervousness, you try to stand up with your knees shaking with the anticipation the meet-up brought you.

you picked the best winter clothes you found in your closet and changed before bursting out of your bedroom to frantically think of what you need to bring with you. pepper spray? your money? mint candy- yo.. but you thought to yourself that you only bring your mint candy when you're trying to impress someone.. are you trying to impress someone? wow, there we have it. you finally admit to yourself that you're expecting something from seungmin. so what are you expecting? hmm, you actually didn't know. just the thought that meeting someone on the first winter is special. you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

"let's meet there at 5 if snow starts before that time. i'll message you if it's gonna be later than that. don't bring anyone, okay?"

you remembered his words again, 5PM. you checked your phone to know the time, 16:50. should you go? should you wait at your house and go to the meeting place at exactly 5? you didn't know what to do. you wanted everything to lay out so perfectly that one mistake can make you so frustrated and useless. you even forgot messaging apps exist. "ha!" you exclaimed as you excitedly texted him. are you there? i'm about to go out. you hit the send button to see his icon type in less than a minute. i'm here, been here since this afternoon. come. he replied.

you felt your ears turn red as you jump and squeal, quietly, ofcourse. i mean, who would want to see someone jump and squeal like a crazy girl inlove?

you started walking out to the meeting place after you were totally ready for both the meetup and everything that's about to be unraveled — good or bad.

"i'll be sitting on this specific bench infront of the cafe and i'm gonna wait for you. don't forget, alright?"

and there you were, beaming to yourself. you never even thought his words would make you fluster like this. you caught yourself in the act before someone else saw you when they were passing by. michin girl. you held on to your phone by your chest like you're hugging it, somehow waiting for a 'vibrate' 'cause damn you needed someone to calm your nerves down. you atleast need seungmin, to affirm you that nothing's gonna go bad today.

your heart beats ever so fast and deeply, just by seeing him sit on the bench.

"but, is that really him?" you thought to yourself, making sure it really is seungmin before approaching the figure. but before you could even take 3 steps forward, the man on the bench stood up and slowly turned around — startling you. the tall man turning slowly started to reveal himself, and as he turned around to face you, you started to feel your knees weak and suddenly couldn't carry your own bodyweight anymore. "_____, you came." seungmin said, smiling.

you couldn't process in your mind by how he dresses so simple yet brings so much charisma. or is it just in your head? is it just you? wow, you were questioning everything at this point. you were amazed too, by how a man can turn your whole world upside down — atleast it felt like it. the snow falling around him and everywhere just makes everything 10x better.

you didn't even realize you were standing infront of him, doing nothing but either stare at him or zone out. and he was just standing there, looking at you with visible anticipation, which made you feel relief in a way you can't explain. he finally broke the silence and said, "uh, i wanted to meet you here, to.. tell you something." occasionally rubbing his palms together and forcing out a chuckle — he seemed nervous. and you totally were as well. you chuckled nervously, "min, don't be like that. it's scaring me as well." you jokingly said, slightly slapping his arm. this time, he lets out a real chuckle — a lighthearted laugh that seemingly came from happiness, "don't worry about it, though-" he slightly leans down and pats the bench, "-you can sit first before i tell you." eye contact. face down looking up he gazed at you all of a sudden, a second feeling like minutes. you were trembling and it's not because of the weather, too. snap. you came back to your senses, "okay." you responded — a giddy tone very much present in your voice. you walked around the bench to sit beside him.

sigh.

was all you heard minutes before he says anything, he clearly looks like he's thinking of how to say it. say what, by the way? now that you're thinking of it, all the fear came back to your body. "remember when we were little kids?" his voice making you immediately turn your head to him that was staring at the snow infront of you earlier. "mhm? which part?" curiosity distracts your fear of what he's about to say. "when i used to pick flowers for you? those little red flowers our neighbor used to plant and we would eat the sweet thingies inside them together? or maybe sometimes form cute tiaras and bracelets?" seungmin said, all in one go, in one breath. you stayed silent. "i wanna do everything all over again, _____." the last sentence made you visibly confused, brows furrowed from what he meant. no, you weren't actually confused. you were anticipated to the fact that he could mean so many things by what he just said. so, "seungmin, i don't want to presume onto anything so you gotta be specif-"

"i like you."

all he did was stare at whatever's infront of him — the snow, the children skiing, the pine trees, the sun, anything but you who's just 2 inches beside him. while you, your gut dropped. you were speechless, you were astounded, you were blushing, you were panicking, you were celebrating, you were thinking of everything in your mind. he finally looked at you to say, "but hey, it's okay if i don't get any answer. i just wanted to tell y-" you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested them on his shoulders, you laid your cheek on his shoulder, to which everything you just did made him jump a little. "so, uhm, what does this mean, _____?"

"it means i've been waiting for this moment for a little too long now."

you peeked at his face to see him crazy red, his ears as well. seungmin was smiling so much it looked like it hurts. he then let out a relatively high-pitched giggle, "_____, please stop joking around. i'm serious." his statement made you lift your head up his shoulder and pull away, you grabbed the sides of his shoulders tight to make him face you, "well kim seungmin, i am not joking. do you think i'm joking?" your tone in an exaggerated one. he, once again, giggled. "no! it's just- i never really- never expected- i- you like me too?" he pointed at himself, raising his tone and brows to go along with your exaggeration. you rolled your eyes, "what do you think, hmm?" you pursed your lips. "i think- _____, you're hard to read." he laughed again, his ears now look like tomatoes placed on the sides of his head, and his head is also a tomato. you wrapped your arms around his torso this time, placing one side of your head to his chest to hear his heartbeat, "what do you think now?" you smiled. you could feel his heartbeat go doog doog doog very fastly, "i, think, yes." he hesitantly places his arms on your back, and rests his chin on top of your head.

"i like you too, kim seungmin."

you pulled away to cup his cheeks with your small hands, beaming at him purely. he looks at you in adoration before looking away, "wow, never thought we'd come to this, _____." the day ended in pure bliss, mutual understanding, and a very well-celebrated christmas eve.

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Disappearance II

Character: Albedo, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,149

Warnings: None

Premise: In which there is an argument and the reader disappears.

Author’s Note: Idk why I’ve characterized Albedo as a slob twice now. I guess I just think he’s the kind of person to become so engrossed in his research he just, never takes care of himself or his surroundings.

Also this was supposed to be two people but I procrastinated terribly so… here we are haha. Part three tomorrow.

Albedo

It was the third time this week that you had managed to spill his lab notes all over the floor, and frankly Albedo wasn’t sure if he could deal with it any longer.

“You’ve got a lot of papers strewn around,” you said, tone light and joking as you crouched to gather all the papers up.

“You’re the one that keeps bumping into things,” Albedo mumbled, crouching next to you to make sure that you put things back in order.

Seeing that you were putting things together haphazardly he snatched up the papers, frowning slightly as he went through the papers. Honestly, how could you mess up his system so much? As much as Albedo appreciated your interest in his work you were a Knight of Favonius, not a scientist, and as such your visits seemed to cause havoc more than anything else.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked, exasperation creeping into your tone.

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem, stressed. If you want I could pick up the papers on the tables and organize.”

“Don’t!”

“Albedo?” You leaned back slightly, as if surprised. For some reason that only made the alchemist more irritated.

“If you do that, you’ll just be creating more work for me. I’m very busy right now, I don’t have time to go back and fix your mistakes.”

“Mistakes?”

“It’s already enough that you keep spilling things all over the ground.”

“It’s not my fault that you leave your papers everywhere without even trying to keep them organized.”

“They are organized!”

“Well they certainly don’t look organized to me.”

“You just don’t understand. Besides, I’ve managed not to knock everything over.”

“You know, you’re insufferable when you get like this.”

“I’m not any different than usual.”

“I hope you don’t really think that,” you replied, tone clipped.

Standing up you turned towards the door. Though Albedo made a half-hearted call of your name you didn’t react, simply walking out of the room and slamming the door as hard as possible behind you.

Albedo didn’t even think of you the rest of the afternoon. Anger iced over his slight worry, replacing it with a burning sense of resentment. Your sudden departure stung, and, though it was admittedly childish, Albedo found himself determined not to worry about you.

Besides, you were simply an obstacle to his research at this point. Maybe it was better if you went off to cool your head somewhere, then he could finish up his work. That was what usually happened with other people anyways. Apprentices, clients, the occasional wandering alchemist; they all fluttered around him until he couldn’t stand it and then when they inevitably got fed up he’d finish his work. His relationship with you was still new, and though he couldn’t say that you were the same as all those people in his eyes, he really had no reason to think you would react in a different way.

The sun had gone down long before Albedo finally locked up for the night. It had taken him a good forty minutes to reorganize everything that had fallen, though admittedly most of that time was spent in angry silence. Now as Albedo walked down the streets, still busy with night activity, he wondered what might happen when he got home. He certainly wasn’t ready to apologize, even if his tone was a bit curt his words weren’t wrong; but he couldn’t exactly see you apologizing either. It was bound to be a tense evening. One Albedo was certainly not looking forward too.

All the lights were off in the apartment, something that struck Albedo as odd. Walking towards the kitchen he found a piece of paper crumpled up on the kitchen floor, though when he uncrumpled the paper he was met with eraser marks. Letting out a huff of impatience Albedo went to put some water on the stove. So this is how the evening was going to pass; you presumably at a friend’s house, Albedo in stony silence.

“How petty,” Albedo murmured.

He didn’t expect such a show of emotions from you, having come to the conclusion that you were quite the rational sort. Really, this was all too much. He had been in the right after all, even if he had been a bit cold about it. There was no reason to react in such a way. It was this mindset that carried Albedo through the rest of the evening and off to sleep. After all, it was better than the kernel of doubt that rested in the back of his head, that told him he was the one being callous.

You didn’t show up at the apartment or the lab the next day. Albedo buckled down to work, but by midday the irritation and anger that he’d been holding over were replaced by a deep sense of unease. Hurrying home after work he felt panic shoot through him at the sight of your home empty, nothing suggesting anyone had been there in the time he was at work.

It took all of Albedo’s willpower not to run out the door and go look for you. All the anger and irritation he had felt had been thrown out the window, replaced instead with an intense feeling of worry, and of the realization that his actions might bear actual consequences.

Tossing and turning in bed Albedo stared up at the empty ceiling. He had been certain he was in the right, even this morning. You were clumsy, you had been inconsiderate of his work, you were simply stubborn and petty. Now however he replayed your argument, your fight, over and over again. The more he did so the more he became aware of how harshly he’d acted; the more he wished you would simply appear in front of him so he could apologize. He wanted to go after you, wanted to let you know that he genuinely felt bad. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so, to go after you. After all, what if you didn’t want to see him? What if he just made things worse? Once more turning in bed Albedo sighed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d see you again. Tomorrow he’d make things better.

There was no sight of you tomorrow either. Albedo stood in his lab in stunned silence, heart hammering in his chest as he contemplated what this could possibly mean. Was this it then? Had he messed up that badly?

Staring around him Albedo noticed all the papers scattered this way and that on the tables and the desks. Seized by a sudden urge he scooped them all up, carrying them over to where he kept his files. A part of him jeered that it was too little too late, but still the alchemist didn’t stop until everything was filed away properly. Turning around to look at his desk he collected the dirty mugs and discarded equipment, putting them in the sink before turning around to pick through the no longer needed papers that still lay sprawled around the room. He didn’t stop for lunch, nor did he go to start back up on the experiment he was currently working on. Instead he kept picking up and putting away and rearranging. It was almost a ritual of some sort, and though it brought little relief, at least it finally brought distraction.

Still that distraction was shattered the minute Albedo stepped outside. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and the people of Mondstadt were still wandering around, enjoy the cool summer evening. Staring at the people around him, their eyes filled either with purpose or contentment, Albedo realized he couldn’t go home. He couldn’t face the empty apartment again. He thought that his anger would last longer, that he might go a week before feeling as if he burning from the inside out; but now he knew that that had been an arrogant, if somewhat funny, assumption. Turning away from the familiar path home he climbed up the steps of Mondstadt. He knew where he needed to go.

Walking up to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters Albedo was met with the sight of Eula, arms firmly crossed in front of her, faced even colder than usual. Hurrying over to your higher-up Albedo felt uncertainty bloom in his chest. Someone this seemed to bode ill.

“Eula?”

“Ah, the Head Alchemist. What do you wish to say to me?”

“Have you seen my partner?” Albedo paused, somewhat unwilling to reveal what had happened. “They haven’t been home for days, and I wondered if you knew where they might be staying.”

The look on Eula’s face was one of pure disbelief. “You, you don’t know what happened?” Her face shadowed over and she seemed to pull herself up. “If I were your partner, I would declare eternal vengeance for your idiocy. I don’t know what you’ve been doing Head Alchemist, but while you were off doing whatever it is you do, your partner was languishing underground.”

Albedo froze, unsure if he’d truly heard Eula right. The Knight tended to be quite flowery after all with her words. Perhaps this was just a metaphor he couldn’t understand.

“I see that it still hasn’t gotten through your head what happened.” Eula sighed, relaxing slightly. “I sent them off to monitor a few Fatui members, as it seems a group had made their way out of Dragonspine and into Windwail. While doing so they attempted to hide in a small crack in the mountains, but there was a steep drop after that onto the next shelf. Thankfully Amber had also been ordered to scout there, or else who knows how long it might have took to realize they were stuck. I just got the report from them, thankfully there was no lasting trauma.”

“W-where are they?”

“At home I presume. Aren’t you their partner?” Eula tilted her head. “Really, perhaps she should declare a need for vengeance.” And with that the Spindrift Knight walked into the Headquarters, leaving Albedo reeling on the step, heart thudding as if he’d just run a hundred miles.

Albedo practically fell down the steps of Mondstadt, so desperate was he to find you, to make sure you were okay. Eula had said that there was no lasting trauma, but what that meant Albedo was completely unsure of. Had you broken anything? Had you been deprived of oxygen? These thoughts catapulted through Albedo’s brain, constricting his lungs and plunging him into a roil of incoherent emotions.

The sight of you standing in front of his lab cause Albedo to stop in his tracks. For a moment the alchemist was overwhelmed by his emotions, switching between dizzying euphoria, terrible guilt, and unending worry. He took a step forward, then another, walking slowly down the stairs, as if in fear that you might disappear or turn away. However instead of turning away when he reached the end of the steps and made his way towards the fountain you let out a sort of shudder, running towards him and throwing your arms around his neck. Albedo wrapped his arms around you in turn, feeling slightly overwhelmed from the sudden proximity, the sudden feeling of once more being able to feel your skin against his. Letting his head drop onto your shoulder Albedo breathed in deeply, centering himself with your presence, grounding himself in the knowledge that the agony of the previous days was finally over.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“For what?” You whispered back.

“For not listening to you, for blaming you, for being cruel.”

“I’m also sorry.”

“Why? I was in the wrong.”

“Well, I just went off without telling you where I was going. I was going to write a note, but I was so angry I erased it.” You tightened your grasp around Albedo. “I wish I could’ve seen into the future. I never would have done something like that.”

“I don’t care about that,” Albedo ran small circles around the small of your back. “I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No. I’m sorry for not being there, for not being able to help you; for doing nothing while you…” he stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

Pulling back for a moment you cupped Albedo’s face in your palms, studying his expression. Finally you bent over to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, breath mingling with his.

Albedo leaned into to kiss you once more, finding that his emotions were blocking out any words he might have been able to say. Everything seemed so surreal, as if he’d been stuck in some awful nightmare that only now faded away. And yet this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality; and Albedo would have to remember that.

For now though, he only wanted to wipe all the fear and conflict away.

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Healing

Prompts: So I’ve recently binged all your SS fics practically and I know you SWAMPED in prompts, but if this sounds like something you could enjoy creating I’d love to request a promt as well:

Set in your SS Butterfly Project, could we maybe get Virgil reacting to all the sides (specifically L and Ro) learning to heal, and bouncing between helping sooth everyone’s anxiety over all the changes? I’d just love under appreciated Virgil helping in the moments in between the healing process if that makes any sense…

I appreciate the he*l out of you regardless if you take this prompt or not; and you deserve all the kindness the world has to offer you. ❤️ - mylgbtbabies

I would take any fic where somethigns off and virgil knows it. Someone: Im sure its fine!! Virgil: Idk man Im anxiety my spooder sense be tingly. - anon

If you're taking requests for Sanders Sides uwu can I ask for something Virgil-centric? I just love the emo boy - anon

ahh yes the babes

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Warnings: ngl this one's pretty much fluff

Pairings: DLAMP, LAMP, DLAMPR, that found family

Word Count: 3538

Healing: To restore to health or soundness; cure.

Healing: To ease or relieve (emotional distress).

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Healing isn’t a linear process.

It’s messy, it’s hard, and no one should expect it to be anything otherwise. Humans are complicated, more often than not brains are absolute garbage, and trying to navigate everything on your own is difficult. Really difficult.

So is learning how to ask for help.

Virgil sighs and leans back against the couch as Roman continues to type on his laptop. He risks a glance up at Princey to see his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Every so often he’ll quirk his eyebrow in the way that means he just made a hilarious typo and has to go back. Virgil hides a smile as he turns his attention back to his phone. Can’t intrude too much on the process, that’s not how it works. He glances up to make sure no one’s coming down the stairs and shifts his weight again.

“Are you alright?”

There’s Roman, taking care of everyone else first. “I’m good, Princey, just trying not to fuck up my spine.”

“…do you want to come sit up here with me? I won’t mind.”

Virgil cranes his neck back, letting a slow and lazy smile come across his face. “Nah, ‘m good right here. You just make with the typey typey, okay?”

Roman smiles too, victory achieved. “Okay.”

“That’s my Princey.”

Virgil isn’t humble enough to not feel the little rush of pride at seeing a quick flush spread to Roman’s ears as he turns his attention back to his laptop. Suppressing a chuckle, he starts mindlessly scrolling again, getting sucked back into whatever’s contaminating his dash this time. What’s this about a k-drama…?

“Oh! There you are!”

Patton might not notice the way Roman startles, but Virgil does. He looks up and quickly shakes his head as Patton comes the rest of the way down the stairs.

“It’s work hours, Pat.”

“Oh, I thought—“ Virgil gives him a look that he knows Patton understands as Roman is setting the rules here, and he nods quickly— “well don’t mind me, I’m just getting a drink.”

Roman relaxes slightly as Patton bustles in and out of the kitchen, then a little more as Virgil reaches up to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” comes the quiet mumble.

“I gotcha, Princey. Work hours are your thing, I’m happy to help.”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, when Logan comes down the stairs carrying his computer, he takes one look at them in the living room before his mouth drops open slightly.

“Is it…work hours?”

“Mhm,” Virgil says, letting his head loll back, “you wanna join?”

“May I? I can be quiet as well.”

Virgil looks up at Roman. Roman glances up, smile softening when he sees it’s Logan, and gently pats the sofa next to him. Logan smiles too and yeah, okay, Virgil’s fine with his edge lord image fading slightly if it means he gets to be fond at watching these two nerds be gentle with each other.

The two of them start to type on their laptops, Logan’s constant murmurs of what he’s working on an amusing contrast to Roman’s silent yet expressive face. Virgil keeps the barrier there, warding off Janus and Remus when they try and drag the others into the dramatics—if anyone, especially Janus, tries to deny that he’s as much a part of it as Remus is, do not under any circumstances believe them—to keep the nerds safe.

After a while, when Virgil re-emerges from whatever deep dive he’s gone on this time—and yeah, he might be looking to pirate that k-drama, maybe—he realizes there’s no more typing. He looks up, a little concerned, only to be incredibly glad no one else is around to see him melt at the sight on the couch.

Roman’s laptop lies partially closed on his lap, the screen just touching the tops of his knuckles. His head and shoulders are angled toward Logan and his eyes are closed. Logan’s glasses are slipping slightly off his face, his head on Roman’s shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted slightly as his hair falls back into his face. His laptop has been set on the coffee table, somewhere safe.

Virgil shakes his head, standing and carefully taking Roman’s laptop from him. He saves whatever’s on it and sets it next to Logan’s. Then he takes the blanket from the back of the couch and carefully drapes it over the two of them. He slides Logan’s glasses from his face and undoes the top button of Princey’s collar. Can’t do for them to have a red mark, after all. And he sits back down to keep watch.

Sometimes, when they’re doing better, they ask for more. Roman comes to him sometimes and asks, very very quietly, but he does ask, for Virgil to come sit with him by his room. Virgil happily takes up residence in the warm spot in the hallway next to Roman’s room, right where the big windows are, soaking in the warmth from outside as Roman closes the door gently behind himself.

Something that everyone had to learn pretty quick once Logan and Roman started reaching out was that both of them are extremely private people. On the surface, it might seem like they’re different—and if they’re being honest, they certainly thought they were very different—but they aren’t. Not really. Roman hides behind being too much, Logan hides behind not being anything. Whether or not anyone actually knows them without any of the facades is up for debate.

Except each other. They…they…know each other.

Virgil would be lying if he said he isn’t a little jealous of how close the two of them have become. There are soft smiles they only have for each other now, little brushes of their hands against each other’s as a constant way of saying ‘I’m here, I see you, are you alright?’ And sometimes it’s Virgil’s job to sit outside one of their rooms as they try and hold each other steady.

Their company feels better than their solitude and it’s up to them to decide where that line is.

Today, Virgil’s just keeping an eye on Roman. Fielding off anyone who comes to knock on his door, glaring away the more persistent ones who don’t seem to understand that Roman needs his space right now, kindly fuck off. Logan comes around the corner and immediately understands and he sees them murmur quietly to each other when it’s time for dinner.

When he watches Logan, it’s a little harder. Because poor Logan is so used to pushing himself to the side to be able to make decisions, to help do things, that Virgil has to remind everyone involved that no, Logan’s enforced a boundary that means he doesn’t want to be disturbed right now, he’s allowed to do that, let’s leave him be for now. Left brain boys have to stick together.

But the others, to a certain extent, are easy. They care about Roman and Logan as much as Virgil does, and if it’s to help them, they’ll do whatever they have to. Protecting them from themselves…that’s another story.

Logan is too fucking good at pretending he’s fine. He’s too good at pretending he doesn’t have emotions, that he doesn’t care what’s going on unless it’s the absolute most illogical thing that’s happening. So, sometimes he has to work a little harder to get Logan to admit it.

“L,” he mutters as the others continue to argue, “check-in.”

“I’m fine.”

Janus shoots him a look as he continues to argue. Virgil tugs gently on Logan’s sleeve.

“No one’s gonna be mad if you say you aren’t, bud.”

Logan shakes his head firmly, eyes still trained on the way Patton and Janus are insisting that they’re the one right.

“Hey,” Virgil says softly, making them take a step back, “I need you to look at me, L.”

“What is the purpose of this?”

“You’re seizing up again.” Logan looks down at his hands, sees the way they’re shaking as Virgil gently runs a finger over the back of one of them. “It’s okay, bud, you’re gonna be fine, you just have to let yourself not be for a moment, okay?”

Logan risks a glance at the others but they haven’t noticed anything. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Judging by the way Janus is being more dramatic than normal and Roman has turned so his back is facing them, they’ve noticed something’s wrong and are purposefully not noticing anything else.

“Logan,” Virgil calls, “do you need a minute?”

Logan’s mouth opens, closes, then he nods sharply.

“Okay, thank you, I’m really proud of you for saying that. Can I sink you out?”

Another sharp nod.

Virgil sets his hand gently on Logan’s elbow and sinks them out, right outside Logan’s room. He nods to the door.

“Do you need to be alone for a moment? Or do you need me with you?”

Logan looks at the door. His hands shake again. Virgil sees them twitch toward his legs. Then he looks at Virgil and oh, okay, no, Virgil’s definitely coming inside.

“Come on,” he says, guiding hand still on Logan’s shoulder, “just through here, okay? I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

Logan looks small, Virgil decides he doesn’t like that. He presses a glass of water gently into Logan’s hands, watches as he drinks the whole thing without complaint, and then carefully sets one of Logan’s fluffier pillows into his lap for Logan to hang onto.

“Do you want to sit here for a moment?”

Logan nods, then buries his face in the pillow and breathes. Virgil closes his eyes and starts to breathe too, keeping it slow and steady as he breathes in, then out, then in, then out. When Logan’s breathing starts to hitch, he opens his eyes and scoots a little closer, wordlessly offering a shoulder. Logan takes it after a moment, his face still buried in the pillow even as his head comes to rest on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Let it out, bud,” Virgil murmurs into the crown of Logan’s head, “don’t try and keep any of that shit in you. It’s just me.”

Watching Logan cry isn’t fun. He doesn’t recommend it. But it’s much, much better than the alternative.

“Hey,” he calls again, a fresh glass of water in his hand, “drink, bud, it’ll help.”

Logan drinks, a little slower this time, as Virgil settles back on the bed, one leg folded under him.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to distract you?”

Logan shakes his head. “I…do not think distraction would be helpful.”

“Okay. Do you want me to give you the logical reason why this is fine, or the emotional one where I tell you how much we care?”

Logan sniffles.

“Both it is, then.” Virgil scoots closer, ready if Logan needs to lean against him again. “Despite the fact that your role is Logic, no one expects you to be entirely logical. You are a person, you have feelings and emotions, and they are as much a part of you as Logic is. Trying to deny that isn’t logical, nor productive. The reason you are who you are is equally due to both of those things.”

He softens his voice as Logan leans toward him again, smiling at how shamelessly Logan is asking to be comforted.

“And that’s why we care about you,” he mumbles, ignoring the heat rushing to his own face, “because you’re you. You’re…prissy and stuck-up and a know-it-all and it’s perfect, L. You’re our braincell and you’re fucking ours. You’re—you’re not going anywhere.”

Logan’s arms still grip the pillow tightly even as his head nudges its way under Virgil’s chin. Virgil smiles and lets him, only realizing he’s absentmindedly nuzzling Logan’s hair after a minute.

The others will be fine. Logan just needs a moment to check out.

Roman, on the other hand, fucking sucks at letting himself ask.

And yeah, Virgil’s not too proud to admit he still feels sick at how much he’s fucked that up for him. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and fix that now.

Princey’s gig as Creativity isn’t misplaced; Virgil’s equal parts impressed and dismayed at how well Roman’s managed to get himself what he needs without directly asking for it, be it a favor, a piece of feedback, or a conversation.

The one thing he can’t do that with is touch.

Roman needs physical contact like he needs water. He may run hotter than a goddamn furnace but he somehow manages to look cold. Watching him sit himself apart from everyone else hurts now, especially when Janus comes and confesses that he can hear how much Roman tries to insist that he doesn’t need affection from the others.

So, they built a system. Some with Roman’s knowledge, some without. Roman goes to them for comfort when he needs it, but sometimes, when he really needs it, it’s up to them to figure out just how much.

Remus knows his job when it comes to this. His brother is Roman and you don’t get to be a Dark Side without Janus as a dramatic caveat. He’s well-versed in blackmailing self-sacrificing idiots into taking care of themselves.

Remus finds Roman when Roman’s sitting alone, off to the side, staring out into the expanse of the Imagination. He sits down, brushes their shoulders together, and frowns when Roman apologizes and shifts further away.

That’s the first indication.

He suggests they go bother Patton, or sneak out to the field and practice cliff jumping. If Roman’s alright, he’ll roll his eyes and propose an alternative, or agree and they’ll scamper off. But instead, he smiles softly and says no thank-you, politely inviting Remus to stay if he likes, but he’d rather not move.

That’s the second indication.

The third one comes when Remus carefully—really carefully—prods at Roman to see how obvious Roman’s dazed state is. He’s barely there.

Time for reinforcements.

Who gets called depends on who’s around. Since Remus is usually the first one in the chain—although that responsibility does get bounced around—everyone else’s schedules make absolute consistency difficult.

Today, it’s Janus.

He sits on Roman’s other side, pressing their shoulders together. If he’s alright, he’ll lean into him, or at the very least, tolerate it. His presence is strong, enough to coax down his shields and that’ll be the end of it. But today, he scoots away from him too, another apology on his lips.

They exchange a look over Roman’s head.

No one banters quite like Remus and Janus, and sometimes that’s all it takes to pull him out of his head. Sometimes it’s an offer to go flounce around an abandoned castle, and there’s a small smile on his face as they leave.

Not today.

As a last resort, Janus reaches out and gently calls to him.

“My prince, are you alright?”

Sometimes it’s enough.

Not today.

“Alright,” Remus declares, getting up and clapping his hands, “time to pull out the big guns.”

Sometimes he’ll get up and walk with them, sometimes he won’t. He has carried him through the Mindscape before, but it was only once. And that was when he couldn’t actually move and they’d had a murmured conversation where he gave him permission to.

Today he gets up and follows them, confused as to what’s going on. They march him straight to a door and Remus knocks on it.

“Roman’s upset,” he says as soon as the door opens.

Virgil smiles and steps aside, letting him come in. Sometimes it’s a waiting game, sometimes Remus pushes him inside. But today, Roman bows his head and walks inside, letting Virgil close the door behind him.

Sometimes it’s a protest. Sometimes it’s a: ‘this really isn’t necessary,’ or a ‘do we have to do this?’ When that happens he indulges Roman, meets every quip with one of his own until he can knock Roman off-balance with well-placed sincerity and use his distraction to steer him to the bed.

Sometimes it’s an apology. It’s an: ‘I’m sure you’ve got other things to do, I can just go,’ and he shakes his head, tells Roman he’s more than happy to spend time with him. That no, he’s not being rude, that he all but asked for Roman to come. When that happens, he normally clams up, stays quiet, until he relents and gathers Roman up into a cuddle by the door.

Sometimes it’s silence. It’s a bowed head, curled up like a frightened animal, braced for punishment. It’s the moments where the gap between Light and Dark feels uncrossable. It’s the moments where the anger is disappointment, where the frustration is indifference, until he speaks first and murmurs that no, Roman’s not in trouble, he’s not here to lecture him, he’s hurt and he wants to help, as he takes Roman into his arms.

Every time it’s a fight.

It’s knowing that he can’t win because of course, he can’t win but this isn’t something he’s supposed to win but he can’t show weakness but he won’t have a choice because it’s the slow, patient kill that speaks of nothing but kindness and care but Virgil has enough to worry about and he doesn’t get to dump all of his problems on Virgil but he knows he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t care but he cares about everyone and Roman isn’t special but he knows that doesn’t matter and he needs this but it makes him want to rip all of his skin off and start over but then he’d get blood on his carpet and that wouldn’t be very polite either—

Virgil guides him to the couch with a hand on his back, sitting him down and bringing two cups of tea to the table. He cups Roman’s hand around one to gauge how warm it is and if his fingers grow too red, he sets it aside. He sits next to him and carefully reaches out.

Here she is, sitting right next to him, and yet he’s almost nowhere to be found.

He needs to relearn how to ask for comfort, for reassurance, for what he needs, but the wait hurts them both.

I’m trying, I’m trying, I promise, I’m sorry—

It’s alright, I’m right here, just ask, that’s all.

When he finally reaches out, Virgil snaps and bundles Roman into his arms. He tucks Roman up against his chest, letting him wind his arms as tightly as he needs to, guiding one leg, then the other, over his. Roman lets out a little whine as he tucks his face into the crook of his neck. He cards his fingers through Roman's hair and smiles as the poor prince melts into his arms.

The familiar protective instinct swells up and Virgil finds himself wanting very much to wrap him up in his hoodie and keep him safe from the universe.

He keeps his breathing even, hoping his heart doesn’t begin to race from the need to protect the Roman. This is for Roman, this is what he needs, to chase away the worries of the world and be safe.

Sometimes they fall asleep like that. Sometimes Roman needs to cry and he hushes him tenderly. Sometimes he seems convinced that if either of them lets go they’ll fly apart.

It doesn’t matter.

If he feels the safest with Virgil’s arms around him, his head on his chest, his heartbeat in his ear, the world could be on fire and he would not leave his side.

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triptuckers · 3 years

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Revenge - Kaz Brekker

Request: yes :) “seeing as your requests are open, i thought i might as well pitch you an idea too, since i'm here... how about a little bit of a twist on the usual hurt/comfort, angst, etc with kaz? like... instead of getting hurt because of him, he's the one who gets hurt because of the reader? maybe she joined the dregs, running away from her past. but then someone wanting revenge finds her, sees how much she cares for kaz, and decides to get back at her by going after him... idk where exactly i'm going with this, it's just an idea, the details i leave up to you :))” Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: You thought you’d be safe from the people in your past once you got to Ketterdam, but you couldn’t have been more wrong Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, bruising, death, language, angst Word count: 2.4K A/N: to the one who send me this request: your lil message made me feel so happy & loved, I am so glad you appreciate my work <3 sending you lots of hugs! thanks for requesting this, enjoy reading! :)

You’re standing on one of the docks. You’ve got your coat wrapped tightly around you to protect yourself from the cold wind. It’s dark outside, and most of Ketterdam is deserted, its residents retired to the comfort of their warm houses.

You like to come to the docks and look out over the sea. It calms you. The sound of the waves, the salty air, it all reminds you of your past, and you go to the docks to tell yourself you don’t ever have to go back if you don’t want to.

It’s not that you hated your entire past, just parts of it. For a while, you were actually quite happy. Sailing the seas, laughing along with your crew, and taking what you wanted from rich politicians who dared to cross your waters.

It was fine for a while, only taking from those who already had too much. It didn’t bother you. But then your captain started to take from everyone and everything, and using more violence. You were hesitant, but didn’t say much. Even though your crew was basically your family, they could easily toss you in the sea. But then your captain started to take people as well, not just things. He forced them to work on his ship, and you knew it was wrong.

When you spoke up about it, they turned on you, threatening you. You were to work with the prisoners, and it was horrible. So, when you saw the opportunity, you jumped ship, along with a few prisoners. The sea was cold, and you swam for nearly three days, when a ship picked you up. It was headed to Kerch. When you set foot on the Ketterdam docks, you vowed to never sail again. You parted ways with the people that had been taken prisoner, and joined the Dregs soon after.

Part of you is still scared your captain or someone else of your old crew finds you, and gets their revenge on you. But since joining the Dregs, you’ve improved your fighting and survival skills, and the other members of the Dregs have your back.

When the wind is almost too cold, and the sky is pitch black, you decide to head back to the Slat. You liked staying on the docks, but it wasn’t wise to stay out on the streets of Ketterdam for too long, especially when it was dark.

After one last look at the sea, you turn and start walking back to the Slat. Your hand is on one of your revolvers as you walk, eyes open and ears focused on any sounds you hear. You had been jumped before, and knew it wouldn’t be the last time it would happen.

You keep your head down as you’re walking, but then you notice a figure in the distance. You slow down and take another look at the person ahead of you. You can see they’re limping, and realise they must be hurt. Instantly, you’re on edge, in case their attacker is still close.

You pick up the pace again, looking at the person in front of you as you approach them. The closer you get, the more familiar they seem. And then you’re close enough to recognise a cane.

Normally, you’d tell yourself it probably wouldn’t be Kaz. Lately, every figure or silhouette looked like Kaz to you. But it was unmistakably Kaz’ cane, and you knew he would never allow anyone to take it from him.

‘Kaz!’ you say and you sprint the last bit to get to him. When you get to him, your jaw drops when you see him. He’s got several stab wounds on his upper body, and his face is bruised and bloody.

‘What are you doing here?' says Kaz as soon as he notices it’s you. ‘It’s not safe here.’ he grumbles.

‘It’s Ketterdam at night. Of course it’s not safe.’ you say, letting your eyes roam over his body, looking at his injuries.

‘It’s not safe for you.’ says Kaz, wincing as he presses a hand to one of his wounds to apply pressure to it.

‘What does that mean?’ you say, frowning.

‘Your former captain says hi.’ says Kaz.

Your eyes widen at his words and your breath catches in your throat. Had he found you? Did he somehow manage to track you all the way to Ketterdam?

‘He did this to you?’ you say. Kaz nods.

‘Saints, Kaz, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. He blames me for freeing some of the prisoners. Rightfully, though. I’d already figured he’d send someone after me if he learned I was in Ketterdam. I never would have thought he’d send someone after you.’ you say.

You look at his beaten up body again. Somehow, he still managed to look good. His suit is dusty and bloody, but it still fit his body perfectly. His hair is messy and there’s sweat on his forehead, but you don’t mind.

‘I’m sorry, Kaz.’ you say. ‘This is all my fault.’

You want to move closer to him to help him, but you know he’d never allow you to. So you keep your distance.

Kaz doesn’t respond to you, instead he moves to continue walking. It results into him nearly falling to the floor. You have to hold yourself back not to catch him. Kaz clutches his cane to prevent his body from hitting the floor.

‘We have to get you back to the Slat.’ you say, still keeping your distance. The last thing you want to do is trigger something in him when you’re the one that got him hurt in the first place.

Kaz pushes himself up with his cane, groaning as he straightens his back.

‘Can you walk?’ you ask him.

‘I can manage.’ he says through gritted teeth. But he takes two steps and almost falls down again. You clench your fists to prevent yourself from reaching out to him. You can’t handle that he’s hurt and you can’t even help him to walk.

‘Y/N.’ he says. His voice his softer than usual, and it catches you off guard. ‘You need to help me walk.’ he says.

‘Kaz, I don’t want to-’ ‘I want you to. I need you to.’

You slowly walk up to him. He looks you in your eyes and gives you a single nod, silently giving you permission.

‘I don’t know Kaz.’ you say. ‘It feels wrong, touching you.’

‘Y/N, the longer we’re out here, the longer we are in danger and the more risk of me bleeding to death on the streets, is that something you want?’ snaps Kaz.

‘No, of course not!’ you say.

‘Then come here.’ he says and with one swift movement, he pulls you closer and swings one of his arms over your shoulder.

‘If at any point you want to stop, I get it.’ you say, a bit flustered now that you’re so close to him.

‘Y/N just get me to the damn Slat.’ says Kaz. ‘But could you just... Tell what you’re going to do while you’re doing it? Makes it easier.’

‘Of course.’ you say. ‘I'm going to put my hand around your waist, and grab your hand with the other, okay?’

You see him clench his jaw as he nods. You slowly move to wrap your arm around his waist. You then wait a few seconds before grabbing ahold of his gloved hand that’s on your shoulder.

‘Alright.’ you say. ‘Ready?’

Kaz nods and you start to walk toward the Slat.

The journey is slow, and you try your best to keep Kaz talking and conscious. But he’s losing a lot of blood, leaving a trail of red drops behind on the street.

When you finally get to the Slat and push its door open, it’s crowded. A lot of heads turn your way as you scan the crowd for Nina. When you spot her, you see her eyes have widened as she looks at Kaz. You signal for her to follow you and you start to walk up the stairs to Kaz’ floor.

When you finally get there, you walk to his room and lay him down on the bed.

‘What happened?’ says Nina as she enters the room.

‘Someone of my past got to Kaz.’ you mumble, struggling to meet Kaz’ eyes. ‘Roughed him up pretty bad.’

Nina moves to see to his internal wounds and you can see Kaz keeps his jaw clenched at the close proximity to another person. When she’s done, he moves to sit up.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ you say.

‘Business.’ groans Kaz and you raise your eyebrows at him.

‘Kaz Brekker, I did not drag your ass all the way from the docks to the Slat, only for you to resume working instead of resting.’ you say.

‘I'm fine.’

‘You almost bled to death in the streets!’ you say. ‘Half your body is covered in wounds and Nina’s only healed the internal ones.’

‘I can manage.’

‘Like hell you can.’ you say. ‘I'll take over the Dregs for a while. And as for you, let someone see to your wounds. And honestly, would it kill you to take a nap every now and then?’

‘I can see to my own wounds.’

You groan and throw your hands up out of frustration. ‘Fine!’ you say. ‘Go bandage those wounds all by yourself, I'm not helping!’

Nina steps closer to you ‘I can-’ ‘And Nina’s not going to help you either!’ you say. ‘If you want to be stubborn and suffer, be my guest!’

You leave his room and move to sit by the window of his office instead. A while later Nina leaves the room, telling you Kaz has started to fix himself up.

You stay in his office, trying to get your anger to go away. You close your eyes and imagine the sea, taking deep breaths. You can almost taste the salty air and feel the cold wind on your skin. You’ve done a pretty good job at calming yourself down, when you hear Kaz’ voice coming from his room.

‘Y/N?’ he says.

You open your eyes, walk up to his room and pause in the doorway. He’s sitting up on the bed. He’d taken his shirt off and put bandages around his chest. The cuts and bruises on his arms and face aren’t treated yet.

You always thought of Kaz as this indestructible man, who led a gang, and is considered one of the most dangerous criminals and most talented thieves in all of Ketterdam. But when he’s sitting on the bed, bruised and bloody, shoulders slumped and tired eyes, you see him for who he truly is: a boy who’s been hurt too many times before and needs help.

He holds out the bandages and wet cloth he used to clean his wounds.

‘Could you...?’ he asks.

You notice he’s not meeting your eyes and realise how hard it must have been to admit he needs your help.

You nod and walk over to him. You take the bandages and the cloth from his hands without touching his skin, and drag out a chair so you can sit in front of him. You glance at the gloves that rest on the bed next to him. You put the bandages and cloth aside and grab the gloves.

‘What are you doing?’ says Kaz, looking at you as you put them on.

‘This way I can treat your wounds without having skin to skin contact.’ you say. ‘Maybe that makes it easier.’

Kaz looks at you and smiles.

‘You’re so tired you can’t even fight off your own muscles?’ you ask. ‘I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I've seen you smile.’

‘I smile more than you think.’ says Kaz.

‘hmm.’ you hum. ‘Sure.’ you say as you move to start cleaning his wounds.

You try your best to talk to him and distract him while you clean and bandage his wounds.

‘Why would your former captain go after me and not you?’ he wonders out loud after a while.

‘Because when you want to hurt someone, you don’t hurt them, you hurt the ones they care most about.’ you simply state.

Kaz is surprised. ‘You care about me?’

‘Of course I do. I never tried to hide that.’ you say.

You continue to clean his wounds, unaware of Kaz looking at your face instead of your hands.

‘You really scared me, Kaz. I thought you were going to die.’ you mumble.

‘It takes more than a knife and one angry man to kill me.’ he says.

‘He tried really hard though.’ you mumble as you continue to clean and bandage his wounds.

‘But he didn’t succeed.’ says Kaz. ‘If it weren’t for you, he would have. You got me back to the Slat and got Nina to fix me up.’

‘After I basically forced you to.’ you say.

‘If you hadn’t, I would have done it all by myself. Who knows how that would have worked out.’ says Kaz.

‘I'm guessing not that good.’ you say, earning a small chuckle from him.

You continue talking to him and treating his wounds. When you’re finished, you get up and gather the mess. You walk to the other side of the room to throw it in the bin, and then walk back to where Kaz is still sitting on the bed.

‘I know you don’t like this, but please try to get some rest.’ you say. ‘The Dregs can manage a week or so without you.’

Kaz nods and moves to lay down on his bed. You walk toward the door, but his voice stops you.

‘Y/N.’ he says, making you look over your shoulder at him. ‘Thank you.’

‘Of course.’ you say, smiling briefly. ‘And sorry, again. For getting beaten up because of me.’

‘A good beating every now and then never hurt anyone. Builds character.’ says Kaz.

‘Are you sure your brain didn’t get messed up?’ you say. ‘You’re talking nonsense.’

‘I’m merely stating facts. Now I've got another grudge to hold.’ says Kaz. ‘Now go so I can get some rest.’

You smile once more before leaving his room, shutting the door behind you. You had loved your life on the sea before it took a turn. But you’d gladly do it all over again if it meant you would find your way to Kaz.

You look down at your hands and notice you’re still wearing his gloves. You take them off and place them on his desk. After a while of looking at them, you head downstairs to tell the others what happened.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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hi hi hi i really really really loved your jealous headcanon of levi and your teacher levi!!! i was wondering if i could maybe request something where you kinda mix the two(?) so like theres this event going on in school and the reader is very occupied and busy because shes paying attention to her students and then maybe she talks to some teachers about the event and then levi is just there secretly sulking cause he wants her attention too?? or idk you do you because your works are always soooooooo good thank you<3333

author note :: i did not stick to the prompt which was honestly an accident?/£/):7 but there is jealous levi and reader so i hope it workssss, it’s not that great and isn’t edited...but i hope you enjoy it :-( also thank you for the request you were very kind <3

for this to make more sense you’ll probably have to read my first ever teacher levi post which you can find here !!!!!

requests are always open :-)

word count :: 4.3k ???? longer than i expected ????

levi groans at the mention of sports day before turning to look at you dead in the eyes

he knows this is your doing, you’ve always been big on getting the children into sport and other extracurriculars

now see, he has no actual issue with sports day?? he’s pretty fit if he says so himself!!!

it’s just that he frankly does not have the effort to participate.

another part of him also feels frustrated seeing mike flock around you like an annoying bee

he’s asking all sorts of questions

“are we doing the three legged race again this year?”

“how about javelin?”

“HAHA...mike...”

levi takes one look at you and knows you’re trying to let him down softly, it is his favourite event after all.

“since last year’s fiasco and the way you nearly hit one of the sixth graders i think not.” you awkwardly chuckle patting his shoulder as if it’s any consolation

mike loves sports day, he’s competitive in all of the teacher only events and last year he even tripped you and levi up ON PURPOSE might you add

either way he still lost the teacher’s three legged race last year and ever since he’s been out to gain his title back.

levi remembers, he’s unsure if you do but he remembers vividly having to carry you on his back because you had sprained your ankle pretty badly after your collision with mike.

back then you and levi were still in the middle of your little math vs english debate meaning the whole walk to the infirmary was filled with bickering.

and when levi had placed you onto one of the beds you insisted you could treat yourself when you really couldn’t

the way that scenario ended had been with levi forcing you to place your foot onto his knee as he iced and tended to it

this year levi is not having any repeats of that. yes, he quite liked having some alone time with you, in fact it was one of the first times he stopped to wonder if he liked you.

BUT!!!! having you limp around the corridors wasn’t the best either and you were highly irritable until you were fully healed

“why don’t you actually try this year?” hange stifles a laugh, they’re stood to levi’s left and upon hearing their voice his shoulders sag. he knows he’s in for one hell of an earful

“i do try–”

“yeah whatever. anyway, you want a cupcake?” hange’s gesturing to the haphazardly iced buns in the four plastic containers in their hands

“these are for the bake sale!!” they add in enthusiastically.

levi’s about to shake his head, he’s already donated to the bake sale’s charity fund without paying for any of the baked goods. yes it is purely because he doesn’t trust hange to feed him anything edible

“they’re y/n’s batch :-)” hange’s wickedly grinning knowing they’ve hit their colleagues weakness

without another thought levi’s right hand dives into one of his pockets, fishing his wallet out. he places a few spare coins into hange’s palm

“wOAH, you’re pretty eager aren’t ya??”

their remark flies over levi’s head as he tries to pick out two of the most presentable cupcakes

“you’re so fond of y/n, why not try a little harder like i said?” hange’s thrown the bait in the river and levi completely falls for it. he turns ninety degrees completely forgetting about the cupcakes.

“i’m talking about sport’s day if it isn’t obvious.”

he faces hange directly. he scowls twisted in fake disgust and confusion all at once

“and why would i care about that?” he shoots back

“after walking in on the both of you touching each other up in the janitor’s closet i’m really surprised you’re — mMMPH—” levi’s shoved one of the cupcakes into hange’s mouth

“you’re gonna have to pay for that–”

levi smacks some more money into their palm to appease the issue

“when did you see that and have you told anyone else?” he’s seething right now, there’s no way he or you were unable to notice someone as loud as hange prance into the storage cupboard accidentally

“i haven’t told anyone but it has only been three days since i saw so who knowsss...”

“i’ll do anything for you to keep your mouth shut.” levi’s practically begging at this point

“i think you should buy a whole box of cupcakes as compensation. my eyes will never be the same again.”

levi hands over more than enough money, he’s probably handed over enough for two boxes just for extra measure

it’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything no, no, not at all. he just, this sounds so stupid but he isn’t sure what the two of you are????

you’ve kissed, A LOT but the only problem is that there’s never actually been confirmation of... something more? than that?

he’s simply horrible at asking, and seeing the way you’re talking to mike it’s almost getting to the stage of borderline flirting

he’s currently flexing one of his muscles and levi’s unsure if you’re actually gawking at them or feigning interest so mike can get bored and leave sooner

his bets are on you pretending for the sake of mike leaving until you reach out to squeeze his arm appreciatively

...

what is this feeling??

insecurity?? a low self esteem??? levi isn’t entirely sure what the emotion that surges through him at that moment is

but hange sure does, grinning at the scene playing out they shove moblit with their elbow

well, well, well levi getting jealous is certainly something new.

when levi knocks on the door of your classroom you assume he’s come to bother you and ask for the spreadsheet with grade averages and all that technical stuff

english and math grades need to be compared side by side and even though it’s your job to help with the data analysis you’re pretty bad at it so levi’s the one who USUALLY picks up the pieces and does it for the two of you

occasionally mike steps in and helps when levi’s got other stuff in the way

“oh levi!! mike told me he’d be doing this month’s spreadsheet?” you’ve poked your head out of the door to talk to him

levi’s eyes narrow at that because he hasn’t asked mike for help at all.

“i didn’t come here for the spreadsheet but i haven’t even told mike to assist me this month... i wonder why he’s so passionate.” he mumbles the last part under his breath

opening the door up you wave for him to come inside “what you here for then?” you ask, oOoh maybe he’s finished reading an inspector calls?? finally you can talk to someone about the twist at the end

“i’m taking part in sports day properly.” the statement is unexpected and ?? levi ?? take anything other than math seriously ??

“woah... i’m proud of you?? i’m glad you’re seeing it’s important to show the children physical activity is fun.” your smile brightens up the entire room and he begins to feel a little more confident

peering up at him your curiosity doesn’t go unnoticed and he clears his throat, he knows you’re expecting him to say something else

ok, ok, ok. he thinks he’s built enough courage up to ask you

“i’ve never got the chance to ask but would you like to go on a date?” on reflex levi screws his eyes shut, suddenly he’s convinced you’ll say no and reject him. why would you accept??

“sure!”

his eyes flutter open and he feels you grip at the sleeve of his shirt.

well? that went better than he expected?

“where do you want to go?” you ask

“doesn’t matter, but let’s go somewhere after sports day finishes up.”

“are you barely going to try like last year?” you’re munching away at a granola bar - it’s rather bland and makes your throat feel kinda scratchy

you’re midway through drinking some water to deal with the dryness but you nearly spit it out when levi responds

“no. i plan on winning every single teacher event.”

HE WANTS TO??? beat???? everyone???

“you’re planning on beating mike too?” you tilt your head to the side incredulously

levi purses his lips at the mention of his name

“why does that sound so absurd to you?”

“he’s um, very good at sport that’s all.”

“i am too.” levi’s adamant to prove his point to you

“fine, here’s a deal. win at least one teacher event and i’ll try and solve one of your funny math problems or whatever.”

“what kind of deal is that??”

“you’ll be able to see me struggle with numbers, for free!!”

“no. i have something better in mind.” levi bites his smile back, he can’t let you know the idea makes him feel

“and that would be?”

he takes a step forward decreasing the space between the two of you.

“how about you kiss me in front of everyone?”

your mouth falls open because oh wow....? you have no actual problem with the task you’re simply surprised that levi is willing to put the both of you out there like that. the spectacle is bound to raise some eyebrows

“deal?” he holds his hand out for you to shake

you nod your head. “it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

and so your deal is sealed with a firm handshake.

the big day has ARRIVED!!!

all of the students are flooding in through the gates. some carry footballs, other basketballs. you’ve been here for less than ten minutes and had to save a ball from crashing right into an expensive window.

everyone’s wearing active gear, udo walks in with a ski mask on?? which is peculiar but it’s humorous so you don’t tell him off for it

you’ve chosen a comfortable olive green tracksuit, you don’t think you’re in the mood for ski masks like udo is

coincidentally levi happens to show up in the EXACT same type of tracksuit?? everything’s the same to the colour. you both stare at each other for a moment trying to figure out how exactly you managed that but give up, you guess you have similar tastes

the accidental coordinated outfits have a few of your students pointing and chuckling together

gabi and falco are laughing heartily and whispering god knows what about the two of you

“three legged race partner?” levi asks as he fills up some water bottles for the water stand

“oh? mike asked me to be his partner.”

levi doesn’t make it obvious that he’s jealous about it because what adult would be jealous over a three legged race??

but even if you can’t tell levi is pissed mike sure can

he’s walking past the two of you, hands shoved into his pockets when he spots you a few meters away. his eyes sparkle when he sees you. it’s at that moment he senses the dark piercing glare coming from your right.

you’ve yet to notice mike but levi’s seen him approaching from a mile away and he isn’t particularly happy about it.

the good thing about mike is that he knows not to mess with levi.

the two have known each other for years and by now mike knows messing with levi is a death wish in itself.

so when the poor physical ed teacher notices the way levi glowers at him he calls out your name to get your attention - he’s much too afraid to get anywhere near you

“Y/N!!”

whipping your head around you wave at your race partner, why does it look like he’s seen a ghost?? you shove that thought to the back of your mind, he’s probably just tired

“petra doesn’t have a partner and uhh... i think levi’s free. could you work with him instead?”

levi turns away to smile to himself. ah how the tables have turned!!!

“but i want to work with you? it’s always y/n and levi do this. y/n and levi do that!! i wanna try with someone else.”

what you’ve said is a lie. honestly you’d just like to see levi get worked up again

but levi doesn’t get the memo at all. it flies over his head and he huffs thinking if that’s what you want he doesn’t mind. he’ll just show you how he feels.

“it’s okay. i’ll go with petra.” levi nonchalantly salutes at both you and mike as he walks backwards before turning around to locate the ginger in question

WHY DID HE GIVE IN SO EASILY???? YOU WERE JOKING?????

with your mouth open wide mike looks at you once and puts the pieces together

“guessing you wanted him to stick around?” you suddenly hear and god, you feel kinda bad

“oh no!!! i would love to be your partner.” looping your arm with his you smile up at him

whether or not mike believes you isn’t clear but he does return your smile.

there’s a few minutes till the three legged race starts, everyone’s running around. erwin’s knelt down to tie yours and mike’s legs together

as he’s doing so you can’t help but hear a high pitched windshieldy giggle leave petra and you visibly seem annoyed. that’s if your arms crossed over your chest and clenched jaw are anything to go by

levi hasn’t even said anything notably funny ???? what is she laughing at ????

he’s quite literally just standing there making awkward small talk with her

it goes something like this

“have you marked your exams yet?”

levi doesn’t realise she’s said anything till she taps his shoulder and he asks for her to repeat her question

“oh.” he thinks for a while. “no not yet. i’ve got better shit to do. i don’t see them till next week either way.”

and then she just starts laughing so hard that she has to hold her knees and when that isn’t enough she holds onto a nearby pole for support

you see where this is going

when her breathing gets even more uneven she reaches out to grab levi’s upper arm

YUP. you knew it. you can’t be mad at her really. no one knows you and levi are sort of a thing.

a thing? is that the term? well, whatever late night calls discussing books and a few heated kisses in private mean that’s what you are

levi stares at the hold she has on his arm and you expect him to shrug her off. instead he sees you look, smirks a little and waves all the while letting her hand stay there

and the icing on the cake is petra waving at you too and her eyes are much more expressive than she thinks they are

she’s internally laughing at you for sure.

ok, not a big deal, NOT a big deal!!!

this is just him getting back at you for before.

flipping your head back your sad expression probably catches mike’s attention because he seems to cave in

“want to make him jealous back?”

his suggestion is interesting but you catch yourself second guessing

“he’s doing that because he’s jealous.” you mumble shaking your leg to test the strength of erwin’s knot

“and? don’t let him win.” he glances at his shoulder gesturing for you to make the next move

nodding your head vigorously you throw your arm over mike’s shoulder but find he’s too tall to make that work so instead you settle on holding him by the side

it takes you a little to adjust to the close proximity but in the time it takes you to do that mike informs you of levi glaring at the two of you

“mind if i hold onto you here? we can coordinate our moves faster!!!” petra doesn’t even wait for levi to agree to what she says. she just flings one of her arms around his torso

again, he lets her just as last time.

this game of cat and mouse is getting tiring, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut when mike approached you.

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

your senses snap back to where you are. your grip on mike’s torso firms and he turns to nod at you.

you nod back.

you’ll win this.

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!”

okay, SO.

something in your game plan must have gone wrong but mike’s strength is something you’ve clearly underestimated. his first step is so powerful you don’t even have the time to start moving

you assume that’s how you collapse to the ground behind him and scrape your hands onto the cement of the track

so much for winning. all you’re doing is bleeding and hissing trying to cope with the stinging sensation

“mike?!?? not again??” hange groans and jogs over to the two of you untying the ropes at your legs.

“do we have to ban you from another event??? you’re too reckless sometimes.” hange smacks his chest and then hurriedly whispers “levi’s coming this way if you value your life you better bolt and use the first aid kit as an excuse.”

mike doesn’t even debate with himself, that’s his best bet at staying alive and so he dashes away as if he’s left the shower on at home for five hours unattended

some students are murmuring under their breaths and luckily for you the forever reliable gabi and falco have come to your rescue with bandages

“show me your hands.” levi’s hard voice interrupts all discussion. petra’s stood peering over his shoulder and you swear you catch her muffling a laugh

levi frowns. “you good?” he asks. you assume this answer will be the deciding factor regarding whether or not he makes this an issue with mike

“i’m great – trust me!! just a few scrapes.”

levi doesn’t look convinced but he let’s it go.

he helps you get up and takes the bandages from gabi thanking her.

“i’ll patch y/n up.” he tells hange pointedly and they agree. moblit at that moment happens to run over with a megaphone in hand.

“SHOWS OVER FOLKS!! WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE JUMP ROPE EVENT FOR NOW!!!”

“i’ll make him lose the one hundred meter sprint so badly he won’t know what hit him.” levi’s been grumbling the entire time he’s sat down to bandage your hands.

now that you’re both sat close to each other again murmurs of “matching tracksuits??” are back

“you don’t have to it was a mistake levi.”

levi shrugs eyes scanning his handiwork. “i want to. i’ve got to earn my kiss in front of a crowd anyway.”

gently letting go of your hand he looks out onto the track waiting to be called.

you’ve never seen levi give his full effort into sports day but even then you’re unsure if he’ll ever be able to beat mike.

honestly mike sure is fast and you recall one of the children referring to him with the nickname lightening bolt

and speak of the devil. a group of children walk past and are talking about the teacher’s race

“mr bolt’s gonna win for sure. you seen him run?? he could be an olympian!!!!” zofia’s gushing about him, she happens to be a big fan

the only nickname you’ve ever heard for levi is ursula – “ursula sure is evil for giving us that much work >:(” you had heard udo say once during class but after the earful he got from gabi he never used the name again, neither did anyone else

a few more minutes pass in a comfortable silence and levi’s called over to his lane. you’ve accepted the fact that there’s no changing his mind and he’s bound to compete now

“wait for me by the finish line.” he instructs and so you do. you go your separate paths. he to his lane (he’s in the lane two) and you to the finish line

petra’s already standing there waiting. her elbows are propped onto the railing peering out towards the contestants.

making your way to stand with her you see her sigh dreamily at levi in the distance

“hey, i know you don’t like levi a whole lot. you know your fued and all but do you think he’d say yes if i asked him out?”

well.

that sure is unexpected.

you fight the urge to scoff because you know you and levi are starting to drop more hints. is this her way of finding out the truth?

“me and levi don’t hate each other actually.”

“oh, well dislike.”

“we don’t dislike each other.”

“tolerate?” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth trying to control her frustration

“petra. i like levi.” your confession knocks the wind out of her. you both silently exchange looks. she’s very clearly in disbelief.

the next time she speaks the previous playful lilt in her voice is long gone

“as soon as you noticed i liked him you just had to decide you liked him too. people like you make my skin crawl.”

?????????

why is she so bitter?.)/&£:

you can’t help liking levi and he likes you too,, so what now??

“he likes me back petra. can we be civil about this? i don’t like workplace drama. i had no idea you were into him.” you’re hoping that this will happen to shut her up but NO!!! it doesn’t she’s only more mouthy now

“prove it.” she points one of her manicured fingers into your chest and demands evidence she doesn’t even deserve to see

“what???”

“if he likes you back so much he should be able to show it.”

you know, if it were any day, any other time or any other person asking you this you would have out right refused, but given the circumstances and levi already waiting on you to kiss him in front of the entirety of the school you see no issue with having the last laugh in this argument

“fair enough.” you mutter and lean over to see hange announce the countdown

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!!!”

you swear you blink because GOD what on EARTH????? you don’t understand why previous to this levi balked at the thought of participating because he’s made it look so easy.

he’s not bolted he may as well have TELEPORTED to the finish line. mike is breaking out in a sweat far behind him and the boyish grin on levi’s face is enough to tell how he feels

gasps and applause can be heard from the children. zofia and udo are passionately arguing about some bet they’ve made - you make a mental note to tell them that making deals is fun as long as they don’t bet large amounts of money

levi’s jogging up to you completely ignoring petra’s presence

“told you i’d do it. i avenged you didn’t i?” you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so confidently in public

you acknowledge what he’s said with a cartoon like thumbs up and then you’re staring at him unable to locate your courage

oh fuck it

you lean in hurriedly and steal a peck from him. he blinks and then scowls much to petra’s amusement. she has to think he’s about to curse you out but unbeknownst to her she’s read the situation wrong

“is that your idea of a kiss??”

and then he takes matters into his own hands – no literally into his own hands. he cups your face in his palms and captures your lips with his own. as you reciprocate petra can be heard choking on her saliva.

“OH well who would’ve guessed the english and math department had an alliance????? not me???” next is hange, they’re feigning shock even though they’ve known what the two of you have been up to this entire time

the whispers have now become full on shouts

“i KNEW it they were dating?!?!”

“MAN??? I HAD A CRUSH ON MR ACKERMAN WHAT NOW???”

gabi and falco are audibly cheering, you’re quite sure they realised what was up long ago

“DON’T BE UPSET BUT I THINK THIS IS WAYYY BETTER THAN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!” falco’s comment makes your heart rise in your chest

and you know what? you think so too.

as levi’s hand travels to the back of your neck pressing you further into him you come to the conclusion that maybe just maybe this is far better than pride and prejudice ever will be :-)

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