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frenchfrywrites · 7 months

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Mammon's Morning Sickness

MINORS DNI

Dom(ish) top amab gender neutral reader, sub(ish) bottom pregnant trans man Mammon, pregnancy kink, emeto, piss, cunnilingus, mommy kink, daddy kink, demons having animalistic traits (purring, chirping, etc)

Terms used for Mammon: chest, tits, tdick, clit, pussy, cunt

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! Such a delight to write (haha. rhyme), thank u very much for the support <3

It's the second day in a row that you've awoken to the sound of Mammon throwing up in the bathroom. You pull yourself from the comfort of your bed, and join him where he is on the floor, hunched over the toilet.

He whimpers and groans when you wrap your arms around his waist, placing gentle touches on his upset stomach. You kiss his shoulder, holding him through it, until his body finally decides it's done.

"I dunno whats the matter with me," he pouts, slumping his full weight against your body. You rub comforting circles into his skin as you think.

"It's not something you ate?"

"'m not Beel," he huffs. You pinch him and he yelps, giving you an accusatory look. "Listen, I swear it's nothin' I ate! I've been eating all the stuff I normally do," he whines.

"No other symptoms?" you ask, feeling his forehead for a fever. Mammon shakes his head,

"Nope," he pauses to consider something, "I mean, shit there's been some kinda weird things." You hum, urging him to continue. Mammon makes himself more comfortable in your lap before continuing, "like okay, I had a really shitty headache a couple've days ago, n' I've been peeing a lot? Plus my periods late, and ugh," he folds his arms in front of his chest, "my tits have been killing me."

You consider this for a moment. None of these seem very strange on their own, but put together...

"Mammon-"

"No fuckin' way," he cuts you off. It seems like you've come to the same conclusion. "No fucking way," he repeats again, his eyes wide. You give him a sheepish look,

"I mean, it wouldn't hurt to do a test, right?" Mammon nods his head,

"Yeah, of course, we gotta-" he rises to his feet quickly, then lets out a little hysterical breathless laugh, "right now, we gotta get one right now." He's grinning from ear to ear, quickly brushing his teeth to remove the taste of any remaining bile.

The two of you, giddy and filled with adrenaline, practically skip to the nearest drugstore. Mammon makes you pay for the pregnancy test, which is fine by you because you notice the way his hands shake as he picks it up.

"I can't wait til we get home," he tells you, yanking you towards the back of the store.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" you ask, and Mammon doesn't even answer, just drags you into the bathroom with him.

He shoves his pants down and sits on the toilet, hastily opening up the package. It takes him a while with his nerves (or excitement. Likely a mix of both), but he's finally able to pee on the pregnancy test.

The next three minutes that pass by feel like hours.

"Um, so," Mammon starts awkwardly, "if it's negative, that just means I'm sick huh?"

"Suppose so," you say, "do you... want it to be negative?"

Mammon chews the inside of his cheek, squirming from the question.

"No, I think. I think I want it t'be positive," he finally says. You smile, leaning down to kiss him sweetly,

"I do too," Mammon smiles, leaning in to kiss you again.

"'kay even if it's negative, we'll make sure it's positive soon," he laughs, a flush working its way to his cheeks. "Has it been long enough?"

You check your phone and nod. Mammon squeezes his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking down.

"Pos-" he laughs, looking up at you with wet eyes and the biggest smile, "positive!!" he squeals, thrusting the test into your hand.

You're able to catch a look at it for a moment, while he yanks up his pants, before Mammon crashes into you, wrapping you into a hug.

"Oh I love you, I love you," he cries, "I'm gonna have a baby, yer baby!"

You kiss him, all the while still holding his piss covered pregnancy stick.

There's a few minutes of tears; happy, excited, coming-off-adrenaline type tears. You hold and kiss one another until there's a knock at the bathroom door, and you're reminded of where you are.

There's a lot to do, a lot to say, but for now the two of you rush back, holding hands and giggling all the way back to the House of Lamentation.

Two weeks pass and you're still waking up to Mammon's morning sickness.

"Morning sweetheart," you greet him, joining him on the floor as you often do. Mammon groans, lifting his head from out of the toilet.

"Did I wake ya?" he asks sadly. You hum, rubbing his hip with one hand, and his little baby bump with the other.

"No," he breathes a sigh of relief, and then dry heaves, "how long have you been up?" you ask.

It takes Mammon a moment to answer, a wave of nausea causing him to hold his mouth open, drool dripping from his lips as he waits for something to come up. Nothing happens and he swallows, then says,

"Dunno, like half hour maybe?" your heart aches from how long he's been alone. "God I had these crazy dreams, ya wouldn't believe, 'm gonna have t'tell you about 'em," he gags, then heaves again. You figure he'll have to tell you about his dreams when he isn't being cut off by his nausea.

You're nearly certain it won't happen, but it does, suddenly. Mammon manages to throw up as you rub his clenching stomach, quietly savoring the soft feel of his skin under your fingers. Your cock has started to fill inside your sleep pants, but you pay it no mind in favor of comforting him.

"Ugh," he moans when he's done. "I think that was the last of it," he says, but the two of you stay in front of the toilet for a good couple of minutes to make sure.

"Oh no," Mammon says after a moment, and you think that means he's going to throw up again. It's only when you hear the sound of liquid hitting the tiled floor that you look down. He's wetting himself, unable to make it to the toilet even though it's right in front of him.

"Aw baby," you coo, rubbing his bladder gently. "There you go, let it all out, this is completely natural," which is true, because the new weight of the baby has been pressing against his bladder a lot these days.

"'kay," he breathes, "feels good." You groan, letting your hand drift from his belly to his pussy. Mammon whimpers, leaning back into you.

Touching him through his wet— getting even more wet with each second— pajama pants, you press your thumb against his clit. Feeling his stream through the fabric, you listen to the way that Mammon's breath hitches. Your cock twitches as you rub circles around his hardening tdick.

Eventually he stops pissing, and the two of you are left sitting in a puddle on the bathroom floor while Mammon writhes, purrs, and moans from your touches.

"Wait, wait," he gasps. You stop your touches, "my knees hurt," he whines, and as soon as he says it, you feel a numbness in your legs.

"We can move this to the bed," you mummer seductively. Mammon whines,

"Yes, please," and with that the two of you rise to your feet. Mammon peels off his drenched pants, leaving them in the puddle to deal with later. You're both far too needy and desperate to be bothered with it now.

With sticky legs, Mammon scurries to your bed, lying himself down on his back, spreading his legs for you.

"You sure your stomach's alright?" you have half the mind to ask as you settle in the space he's made for you. Mammon huffs,

"Yeah 'm fine," he then gives you a smug look, "you'd like it even if I did get sick on yer bed anyways," and fuck, you can't argue with that.

Instead, you lean down to kiss his belly. Mammon lets out a noise similar to a squawk in surprise, like he hadn't expected you to kiss him there, like you haven't already kissed his growing belly a million times since he started to show.

Looking up you can see him staring down at you with anticipation and giddiness, his bottom lip trapped between his little fangs. You don't want to tease him much, but you can't resist the urge to lay at least twenty or so more kisses along his brown skin.

And of course, you have to give his tits a little attention too. They've been getting more full, and more sore with each passing day. You wrap your lips around his nipple and suck. Mammon cries out, because the sensation boarders perfectly on painful and relieving. You cannot wait for the day he starts leaking milk. He lets you suck and play with his tits for a while, getting so worked up over how sensitive they are.

"Ungh, please?" he whimpers eventually. You look up at him, cocking an eyebrow. Mammon flushes, then brings a hand to his mouth, and chews on the skin at the tip of his finger for a second. "Please, can ya eat me out already? Please?" he finally asks outright.

Smiling, you kiss your way from his chest, to his belly, down to his pussy. Mammon continues to chew on his finger, a clear sign that he's excited about what's to come. You kiss his inner thighs before giving his cunt any attention. His skin is sticky from his drying piss, and you're unable to stop yourself from licking the taste of it between kisses.

Above you, Mammon makes an assortment of noises, from chittering and chirping to little high pitched and breathy moans. When you eventually reach his cunt and lick between his lips, Mammon lets out a garbled pronunciation of your name.

"Yes, yeah, please, more?" he babbles, and fuck he's so wet you can't help but dive in. As you bury your face in his cunt, lapping at his hole and sucking on his clit, Mammon melts into the bed.

His legs wrap around you, his thighs clenching against the sides of your head.

"Feels good, you're so-oh good at this, it ain't fair," he whines. Instead of pulling your head away from his cunt to laugh at his comment, you purposefully scrape your teeth against his tdick.

Mammon hiccups, his legs squeezing tightly around your head, pushing your face further against his pussy.

"Yes, do that again, mommy please, gonna make me— ooh— cum, I'm gonna cu-uh!" you cut him off by again grazing your teeth lightly against him.

With a choked moan Mammon cums from your mouth. You happily lick up the slick that gushes from his pussy, practically devouring him.

Your lips find his clit again, and you suck on it, relentless even as overstimulated whimpers fall from his lips.

"Hurts," he moans, twitching in your mouth, "mama, I want yer cock."

His begging reminds you of how uncomfortably hard you are. Finally pulling away, you lick your lips, then pull back so you can get a good look at Mammon.

"Fuck, look at you," Mammon flusters under your gaze, "aw no need to get shy daddy," you coo, leaning down to kiss him. He kisses back wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you there.

"I really want ya," he pulls away from the kiss just enough to say. You groan and kiss him again before pulling back.

"Just have to get you opened up darling," you explain when he whines at the loss of your touch. He pouts as you strip your pants off and find the lube. That pout quickly dissipates when you lube your fingers and press them against his hole.

"Still feeling okay daddy?" you ask, pushing two fingers into his slick cunt. Mammon clenches around your fingers,

"Good," he breathes, "feelin' good."

You hum, smiling to yourself as you make quick work of stretching him open for your cock.

Mammon squirms a bit under your touch, but he's completely relaxed, opening up nicely for you.

"I'm ready," he whines, "c'mon n' fuck me mommy," he gasps. You curl your fingers and he chokes out a rushed, "please, please."

"That's better, daddy," you purr, and Mammon trills happily. You pull your fingers out of him slowly and gently, and then fumble for the lube.

Quickly slicking your cock with it, you hiss at the rush of pleasure that hits you as you touch yourself. In turn, Mammon whimpers, staring you down, unblinking, with his bright gold eyes.

He's already made it very clear that he's ready for you, so rather than ask him if he's feeling okay, you hold his thighs and align your cock with his pussy.

"Yes," he whispers softly when he feels your tip press into him, maybe speaking more to himself than he is to you.

Mammon squeezes and flutters around your cock as you slide into him, sighing contently, and purring up a storm.

"Oh," he gasps, when you're finally balls deep inside of him.

A question of whether or not he's okay is on the tip of your tongue, but you can't get it out before you feel a hot liquid splash against your skin.

"Oh," you muse, watching as Mammon wets himself on your cock. "Oh daddy, baby, Mammon," you moan, impulsively shallowly thrusting into him. "Was it too much? Too much in your belly, pushing against your bladder?"

He nods erratically, "yeah, ungh," you reach down to let your fingers be drenched in his piss, "fuck."

Mammon opens his mouth, inviting you to push your fingers into his mouth. He moans at the taste of his own piss, squeezing tightly around you.

You start fucking him in earnest, the two of you so worked up by him pissing all over your cock that neither one of you pay any mind to the puddle soaking into the sheets beneath you.

Mammon gurgles and drools around your fingers, clenching his soaked pussy tightly around you as you fuck him nice and deep.

Your arousal has clouded your brain, and all you can think about is how lucky you are to have Mammon under you like this. He looks so good, all wet and needy and belly swollen with your child. In the haze of your lust, the pace you've set is unrelenting, but Mammon takes it all and more, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy as you re-angle your hips and brush against his walls in a way that has him moaning and squealing around your fingers.

If you weren't chasing your own pleasure, or only thinking about how good you want to make him feel, you might have realized just how far into Mammon's mouth your fingers had sunk. You may have pulled back, and let him suck on your tongue if he wanted his mouth full.

Instead, your fingers slip, and suddenly Mammon's gagging, yanking your fingers from his mouth, and twisting so he can heave, then puke over the side of the bed.

You stare, in awe, faintly registering just how wet and tight Mammon got as he vomited.

"Fuck," you whisper as he pauses for a moment (making sure nothing else will come up), before laying back down on his back, sinking into the plush pillows under him.

"Are you okay?" you finally find the words that have been on the tip of your tongue. Mammon lets out a groan, shimmying his hips around at an attempt to feel you moving inside of him again. "Mammon, babe, I'm so sorry, are you—"

"Swear t'fuckin' christ, if you don't keep fuckin' me I'm gonna kill ya," he whines, his voice rough and scratchy. You wait a moment, checking for any little sign that he wouldn't be okay to continue. Upon finding none, you start moving your hips again.

He moans happily as your hips find the rhythm they'd set earlier, and before you know it, he's back to purring.

Your hands clutch at his thighs first, holding him open so you can look at your cock stretching and fucking his cunt. They wander, from his soft thighs, to his hips, and then finally you're rubbing his hard clit.

"Ungh-yes, yes thank you mommy," he gasps, twitching around your cock. "Close, close, gonna cum— please, can I?" you groan, feeling yourself getting close to climax as well.

"Yeah daddy," you lean down, kissing his collarbone affectionately, "hah, cum for me, baby," Mammon lets out a high keen, clinging to your skin, his nails digging into your skin, "make my cock even more messy."

And that's all it takes. With a squeal of your name, he cums, letting out hot, staccato breaths as you fuck him through it. You're close, but it's not until Mammon starts to wind down, nuzzling his face between your shoulder and neck and chirping happily, that your orgasm crashes over you.

"Mammon," you groan, fucking him full of your cum. Mammon kisses all over your skin as your climax wracks itself through your body, petting your skin and clinging to you tightly.

Once you come down from your high, you pull out slowly, and fall next to Mammon. He nuzzles himself into you, purring when you wrap your arms around him, and hold him close.

"Love ya," he murmurs softly.

"I love you too," you say, kissing the top of his head.

You lay there for a while, and you know Mammon could fall asleep like this— despite being absolutely covered in filth— so you're the one who's gotta take the lead here. You tap his hip gently,

"C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up."

His legs are wobbly and weak, but the two of you make it to the bathroom, where you plan to absolutely smother Mammon with care. As soon as you deal with the mess you left there earlier.

"When is this supposed to end?" Mammon whines, his head buried in the toilet as he makes his way through another bout of morning sickness.

"Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd trimester," you answer. In response, Mammon groans. "Hey," you start, pinching his belly playfully, "y'know I'm gonna make you feel better after this, right daddy?" He lifts his head, giving you a wicked smile,

"I can't wait."

#lalala so beautiful and wonderful to write for mammon again. my wife who i have missed so much while away at war #spice #tw emetophobia #cw emetophobia #emeto #p/iss #cw mommy kink #cw daddy kink

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bluerskiees · 2 years

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TWENTY AND ELIGIBLE 🪐

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｡ ˳ْ 𓋼𓍊 Synopsis: Rindo and y/n, the two most popular students of Roppongi's top university. Both fighting for popularity and just— wanting to be better than the other and NEVER willing to give up. What happens when they accidentally had a one night stand in his house after getting too drunk? Will their equally arrogant and sarcastic asses fall in love ?

SFW no smuts included

Tw: Teasing, Enemies to lovers trope, Rindo being full of himself, 2 egoistic person refusing to accept they've fallen in love, A bit fluff (?), One Night stand.

@rinrinmylove @trashmemebitch @sleeplessreader @jojxba

You hated him. You hated the way he looked, the way he scored a perfect mark without shedding tears, the way he's so rich and flaunts over You, the way he thinks he can control anyone. Everything. EVERYTHING about him annoys you. You wished he would just dissappear from your life. He makes you feel things you shouldn't be feeling. Mad, sad, disgusted, anger, love— wait what? Love? There's no way in he'll would that happen. You? Him? Love? Haha never. You just misunderstood hate.

But do u really hate him? Even after what happened that night? Even after all the things he told you? Even after he tried his best to make you feel special? Even after he— "Ugh no you hate him and that's final" you shouted in the middle of the night causing your mom to come up and check up on you. "Are you alright darling?" She asked, as you told her it was just a weird dream and nothings serious and told her to go back to sleep while you do the same.

Being a popular student is all fun and games until you realize there's drama bout you 24/7 and this time it was about rindo being in love with you. Mumbling about how your history teacher would find ways to embarrass you in front of the class made your stomach ache so hard. You were determined to go to your class as soon as possible and that is until a hand pulled you inside an empty room.

"Yo who the fuck are you? Let me go I literally have my history class right now. Ughhh would you let me g—" You were cut off by someone.

"Will you fucking stop ignoring me for fucks sake? What the fuck happened to you? You're ignoring me since the fucking party". First of all, it was a lot of fucks. Second of all, you knew it was him. You failed to ignore your enemy today, maybe it wouldn't have happened if you got up early <3

You had no choice rather than to answer him. "Me? Ignore? Haha rindo, you know i would NEVER do that" stressing on the word never. Rindo could do nothing than glare at you while his jaws clenched. He looked hot, you thought to urself. Wait no— I meant mad, he looks mad.

He repeated his words again, this time softer, "You're ignoring me". You couldn't stand the way he looked at you. Tenderly as if you were a fragile flower he's supposed to protect. It made you feel butterflies on your tummy, but he was your enemy you weren't supposed to feel this way.

You were enjoying a cup of tea while sitting on your balcony on a Sunday morning, suddenly feeling a vibration from your phone— indicating a message has arrived. Gently putting down the cup, you reached out for your phone and opened the message. Turns out Rindo Haitani is hosting a party for everyone from your college that night as he won some international award.

Smirking to yourself, you went inside to prepare for the night. Afterall you were gonna make sure he realizes you're greater than him.

Nothing stopped you from wearing a scandalous outfit that night. It was a Pure black dress extending just a little above your knees. The low cut and the slit on your right thigh made you look even more hot. Spending your time on make up, making sure to look drop dead gorgeous in every angle. The mascara and the liner made your eyes enchanting, the lipstick making your lips so kissable. You wondered how rindo would react when you steal all the attention from him.

Entering his home, you were greeted with a smirk from his older brother, Ran Haitani. Who you surprisingly got along with, to the point that people would often mistake you both for couples.

Being the most popular girl in the college, it was easy to turn all the attention from anything ( Rindo, in this case) to you. Everyone was either complementing on your outfit or too stunned to speak. You sure did what you wanted to but, where was rindo? You wanted him to see this outfit you bought for him. You wanted him to get mad cause you could steal his place easily. And that's what happened, he got mad. His once laughing face was replaced with a glare. A glare so powerful it would make you shiver if you weren't too used to this. You loved every single bit of his reaction. It was a moment you're gonna savor for the rest of your life. Smirking to him, you decided to go have some drinks until— POOF an amazing idea popped into your mind. Who has a higher Alcohol tolerance? Having an ego as huge as his d—, rindo sure agreed to this mere bet. Both competing just to witness the other loose. What you didn't think about was the consequences of consuming too much alcohol and what happens when you're with a man just as Intoxicated as you. Grabbing you by your waist and kissing you so desperately, your hands running through his messy hair, breathless moans which no one seemed to notice due to the loud music in the background. That was all until he decided to carry you over his shoulder and rail you for the rest of the night in his luxurious bedroom.

You woke up tired— wayy too tired than usual and when you saw you were naked in an unfamiliar room with a naked man who's name you didn't seem to remember due to your blurry eyes and spinning head. Putting all the pieces together, thats when it hit you. You slept with a stranger. Did you really get too Intoxicated to give away your v-card to a random stranger you met at a party? There wasn't any condoms lying around you so, What if you get pregnant? All you could do was cry.

Waking up to the sound of you crying, rindo couldn't understand what happened. He was pretty shocked when he remembered bits and pieces of what happened in the same room the night before. But he composed himself and tried to calm you down. When he hugged you, that's when he realized how small you looked compared to him. If you hasn't him rival, he was sure he'd be crazy in love with you. Your heart racing faster than the speed of light, you for sure would be embarrassed if he heard it. After he noticed you calmed down, he left to make breakfast for the two of you while you shower. However, you ran away to your house as soon as showering not even bothering to inform him. Rindo definitely went ' :/ ' when he found out.

The remaining day were hell for both of you. Something happened that night causing you to develop 'Unwanted' feelings for him. You weren't sure if he was always this hot but you just never noticed it or if he got hot just recently. With cheeks turning as red as blood whenever you see him, you had no choice other than to run and hide somewhere away from him. You didn't mean to ignore him, you just thought he would mock you in front of everyone if he came to know you started developing romantic feelings for him. There's no way you would let him know about this. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS.

"I asked you a question", his voice snapped you back to reality. The way he was pinning you the door, the way he looked at you, the way he smelled, the way he looked, everything that happened around you made you crazy. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to grab him by his neck and kiss him then and there, but you couldn't.

"Listen here y/n......" his voice trailed, serious this time indicating he wasn't message around. "..... I know what happened that night wasn't supposed to happen, we were just two people who randomly hooked up unexpectedly after drinking too much". You wanted to cry, your heart bursting through your chest, you knew where this was heading to. You wanted this to be just another nightmare of yours. You were at the verge of crying when you decided to speak, "It's alright, don't worry. I understand what you mean, It would be a secret and I'd make sure I don't get pregnant". Rindo's forehead wrinkled, "Tf Y/n, who the fuck asked you to do that? I was just about to confess to you idiot". "Huh?" "Oh shut up, you know how much I liked you didn't you? That night may have been just a mistake for you. But for me....... it was something more than that. You were always so near yet so far away from me, out out my reach and that waste first time i got to have you close to me, in my arms. I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to let you know that I love you. So damn much". You were too stunned to speak. Rindo Haitani? The most popular guy in ur school? Your rival? Likes you? This has to be a joke—. Seeing you speechless, Rindo lost the tiniest hope he had and turned away to leave when you grabbed his hands and said, "U-ummm... you said... you like ..me? Like you know? M-me?" Rindo chuckled and repeated what he said again. Looking at his eyes with a confident face, you hit his chest. [Rindo didn't expect that]. "You fucker, son of a damn bitch, Ughhhhhh i hate you so much because I- I love you too ♡"

He was definitely on cloud nine. After making sure you weren't joking, he picked you up, twirled you around and kissed you softly yet you could feel the kiss getting roughed every passing second. The kiss reminded you of some memories you forgot during the other night causing you to blush uncontrollably.

That's how it started, your relationship with your rival Boyfriend, Rindo haitani <3

Everyone in the university cheered for you both and you were happy that they accepted you both. Rindo would definitely punch them in their face/do some shit if they didn't .

The end <3

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ellvsun · 6 months

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Haunting Adeline Review

Where do I even begin? I feel like I’m going to be crucified for posting this review as it seems like a lot of people are big fans of this book. Please remember that this is my opinion only and i wish to not be executed for this.

To start off with, nothing was relatable. Adeline’s weird mum was relatable, I can definitely say i’m in the same shoes BUT it just goes downhill from there. I can’t lie and say her manor isn’t cool as fuck, I want a house like that. She’s living my gothic dream. Nothing really stood out to me in the first chapter.

I’m going to be honest, this review was written a while ago so my memory about where the plot goes is hazy but her discovering her great grandmothers diary hidden somewhere in the attic? Or in the walls like and seeing ghosts? Why do the ghosts never appear again, honestly I wanted to see more of them. I love ghosts.

THEN the stalker appears. Oohhhh so mysterious, so scary so- oh no he was JUST revealed!!! I felt like I hardly had any time to really feel any unease because Zade was revealed so early on. Leaving roses and whiskey glasses on the countertops or places she wouldn’t have expected them, I liked that. A sense of danger but it was all revealed just way too soon and it kind of ruined it for me. I just really wish this was stretched on for longer because I was highly disappointed over this.

And then she becomes hell bent on trying to solve her great grandmother’s affair like girl jUST LEAVE IT ALONE IT DOESN’T MATTER. I could be the insensitive one here but it felt like such a REACH trying to tie her great grandmother’s story to her. She had an affair with a stalker and now Adeline fancies her like history repeats itself but not like this!!! Definitely not Iike this. H. D. Carlton really didn’t give Adeline a fighting chance to begin with.

It also just felt like everything between Adeline and Zade was moving way too fast. One moment, he’s this mysterious stalker who leaves things around, next he’s just being weird and gross and it’s so FRUSTRATING that Adeline just accepts it and her fight against Zade is pretty pathetic. I never rooted for Adeline especially how she didn’t have more inner turmoils when Zade did the things he did to her. Like the gun and always forcing sex on her? It wasn’t consensual but don’t forget my guys she just is into it man I don’t know.

What was also frustrating was her weird sense of “bravery”. I don’t think that Adeline has any common sense at all. I it were a horror movie, she’d be most likely to die first. It always stuck with me how she would just use to danger and then immediately goes “hey god, why did you make me like this?” Like hello?? Miss ma’am? It genuinely was just so hard to read instead of thinking she was funny and cool.

I get with Zane being in his business, Adeline would’ve gotten mixed up in it too but like so soon? I feel like there was a lot during the first book where I just felt so confused about everything. The plot felt like it was moving way too quickly and there was barely anything enjoyable to read and the sex scenes? I get it, it’s a dark book about morally corrupt things and maybe a lot of things we’ve p r o b a b l y thought of but have never ventured into it but like… the book felt like more weird sex scenes over anything actually interesting.

Finding out Zade was taking down pedo rings was pretty cool. Having to become friends and pretend he is also into minors was something that could’ve gone without but I think it was necessary if he needed to retrieve the information he needed. Mark was a sick son of a bitch. I guess all of them are. And then Mark finds an interest in Adeline and just ugh. Human trafficking is honestly so scary to think about especially when it’s real but man, some sick and twisted shit honestly. Sorry, I’m getting off track but Mark sucks and I’m glad he died.

Skipping through everything that didn’t really stand out to me, the last couple of chapters I really enjoyed. I liked that we got more of an in depth look into what Zade does and his mission on infiltrating the Society (spoilers it was a set up)

It also just felt like Zade had too much luck on his side but I guess that’s something you can manipulate in a book. I’m glad that shit went out of his control, if I’m being completely honest here.

Overall, my rating of this book is probably a solid 3.5/10 and I think I’m being generous. The book felt cringe worthy at the best of times, Zade was revealed too early, plot moved too quickly and Adeline’s weird bravery which I didn’t like was off putting. Can I even call it bravery? Anyways I probably would recommend this book to others but I’m on the second book now (promise a review will come through) but yeah, Haunting Adeline was a weird book to read, I probably wouldn’t pick it up again.

#haunting adeline #book review #books and reading #spicy books #bookblr #h. d. carlton

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microscotch · 1 year

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“The whole night Angie was just creeping on me. Like I was trying to do my thing, you know, trying to find myself a nice girl and she would just not leave me alone.”

“So while all that crap with Roz was going on, nobody noticed how Lyam was throwing up all over the floor, ruining that walking corpse’s shoes, and from there we just knew, okay, this night is over.”

“I’m pretty pissed that it’s my first night at this house and now I’m leaving without a girl ‘cause either Angie was cockblocking me...”

“Or...”

“Not cool.”

“I told Isabella to call a cab cause Lyam was a wreck, and with everything else going on we decided it’d be better to call it a night, and she was just being a complete bitch about it.”

-”Like first of all, it’s really cold outside. And I just don’t wanna go like, if Lyam wants to go that’s fine you call a cab for him then if you insist.”

-”What’s the problem with just calling a cab??”

- “Cause why would I go through the effort when I’m not the one who wants to go??”

“Like aren’t there seven other people with us? I’m sure someone else can call a cab, why am I the asshole all of the sudden for not wanting to freeze my ass off because some imbecile can’t keep his food down? Thankfully she gave up eventually and called the cab herself - see? That hard?”

“So I decided to be a good housemate and prepare breakfast for everyone and who comes up to me? Angie. You already cockblocked me last night. I’m not interested in you, get over it.”

- “Hey Maxxx, what are you doing?”

- “Was just preparing breakfast...”

- “...Angie.”

- ”Yeah, knew it started with an A.”

“I think Maxxx is really cute. There’s just something about him, that look all those morbidly pale freaks in Bridgeport have. After chatting with him in the hot tub I’d just really like to get to know him better.”

-”Ugh, first day of work today, I’m really not -”

- “Oh yeah totally, Roz! I genuinely believe this group was like, destined to be together, don’t you agree, MAXXX???”

-”Nobody but Maxxx himself is the master of his fate!”

-”Watcher, it’s so hot when you talk about yourself in third person...”

-”What??”

-”Um, nothing! :)”

“I wish Angie would just knock it off ‘cause the girl is just gonna get her feelings hurt, you know? I’m the player type, I’m not here to look for a girlfriend or fall in love with some crazy -”

“I’m coming in about to tell everyone the carpool is here and just see April making out with Maxxx. That girl surely was determined to shut her old guy reputation down as soon as possible.”

“Also, I think Toni should’ve specified that we’re ONLY delivering hot dog chew toys from some weird ass company. I don’t like that, people who buy this shit are WILD, we all know what happened to Craig Feldspar”

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*Insert getting ready sequence here*

“We literally just arrived at Crypt O’ Night, and what do I see?”

“I don’t know if someone is just wearing the skin of the very same guy who had to witness this psycho’s toilet scene yesterday but either way WHAT THE FUCK MAXXX?”

-”Maxxx is all over April right now, it’s so gross.”

- “No way!! Are you sure it was Maxxx?”

-”Who the fuck else would it be, you recognize that disgusting hair from a mile away!”

“So the club wasn’t really doing it for me and I was already about to call the cab to get us somewhere else, and then I see her, the hottest woman in all of SimCity, probably even SimNation:”

-“Oh no no no no, don’t go all attraction animation on me, I’m taken!”

- “>:(”

-”I can’t believe this, never will I find another woman so fascinating to look at - oh hello there, 2004 nightmare!”

-”Oh my! So many years and people still recognize me! I’m so happy to be serving as nightmare fuel even after all those-”

-”Can you repeat that? I can’t hear you with Angie’s relentless sobbing in the background.”

“I am heartbroken, I am devastated, I just... I don’t have any words right now! How could Maxxx do this to me? How could April do this to me after all those insincere compliments I’ve given her?”

-----”Aww, don’t be upset, April! Your ass is far too detox tea ad material for you to be this sad!”-----

-”How can you just lounge in that corner like this when you can clearly see how I’m suffering!!”

-”Yeah and I’m having a hard time not living up to my nickname while witnessing your pathetic whining, come back when you’re at the vengeful part of your whole grief thing - ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT ANGIE, MAYBE TURN AROUND FOR A FEW SECONDS.”

-“GET YOUR DEFORMED NOSE AWAY FROM MY GIRL!!”

“ROZ IS A DEAD MAN.”

-”DUDE CALM DOWN! YOU GUYS AREN’T IN A RELATIONSHIP!”

-”DIDN’T YOU SEE THE TOTAL OF TWO ROMANTIC INTERACTIONS WE’VE HAD?? MY FUTURE SELF DOING HER ON TOP OF EVERY BRIDGEPORT BUILDING WAS PRACTICALLY ALREADY WRITTEN IN STONE!”

-”I’M NOT YOUR POSSESSION, MAXXX! I CAN MAKE OUT WITH WHOEVER I WANT!!”

-”SEE?”

-”LYAM?? OH, NOW YOU’RE JUST INSULTING ME!”

-”THEN I WILL INSULT YOU EVEN HARDER!”

#belladonna shore #🍊

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lake-archive · 5 months

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Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rat Infestation

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot), Arisugawa Dice, Busujima Mason Rio

AO3 Link

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Honestly, Dice had been under the impression that Eli had just been exaggerating at this very moment. There was no way that an entire room was crawling with all sorts of rodents, to the point the ground may as well look like a rat–carpet. And yet, this hope would be crushed the moment the boy had opened the door, all while his face remained as dead–pan as it was known for. He had opened the door without a care and not even with visible disgust, no. It was as if this was some weird second nature to him, as if he was too used to this. Not to mention the smell…

It was the first thing which had hit Dice’s own nose and honestly… He would take any other smell over this one. It was just unpleasant to the nose, to the point one would want to chop their own nose off so they would never have to smell this again, ever. It was worse than the worst. How does that even happen!? How can anyone endure such a wet, rotten smell all over the place!? This was something way beyond him to be honest. So moldy, to say the least… Actually, do rats not mind this? How are they still here!? If he was one of them, he’d run and tell his fellow rats to do the same right away!

And yet, when taking a look inside Dice’s own eyes went a little wide, in literal disbelief. He was seeing rats swarming all over the place, going at the rations of food stored within said basement. Nothing fancy, most likely, just the basic stuff, but damn…They were digging in like crazy! Well, those who could reach the bags or something like that. Some were battling or something… Never thought he’d see the day. … Actually, maybe it was amusing to see the rats here and not as unsettling as originally thought. It’d be for sure a story to tell.

Either way, Eli had soon stepped inside, Rio and Dice following shortly after. “The hell’s this?” The jobless one of the group decided to ask regardless because this was still feeling a little surreal…

“I see the hunting season is a little early.” Both could hear Rio mumble. “Though it is also a problem of course. I could—”

“Nothing too risky. Boss’s gonna freak out otherwise if she comes back.” Eli interrupted. “Besides, killing them doesn’t seem to really work. Tried that a few days but they’re multiplying instead.”

“Multiplying?” Rio repeated.

“You sure we’re dealin’ with rats here?” Dice asked.

The third guy nodded. “Yeah. Stabbed them right where it hurts. They’re the real deal. But their root’s gotta be somewhere else.”

“You mean the cause of this problem? Do you want me to scout the area? Maybe I can find a hint.”

“Sure, do whatever. I’ll—”

But, as if by sheer luck, or also not really, a sudden dark chuckle had become audible. One coincidence after another today, isn’t it? If this was a bet Dice would… Uhm… Not important! Ahem, so anyway…

The chuckle came from somewhere in the dark corners and would soon speak up. It sounded a little distorted while breathing all too heavily. And given that they had no face around it was almost creepy to listen to. All that was certain was that if Ramuda were there, he’d shit his pants. No, for real. He’d run straight for the door and would be nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day. Hah, that’ll make a fun story to tell then! Dice will keep it in mind if he ever needs some fuel! That thought was the only reason that he managed to keep calm. Because anyone else would have shivers going down their spine, really!

Well, almost anyone. Rio seemed unfazed but maybe he’s seen some shit. As for Eli… His face was anything but scared nor cold. It was but also not really, having annoyance written all over it and even rolling his own eyes.

“Don’t fucking tell me…” He mumbled, loud enough for the other two to hear him growl. “Some little bitch causing trouble again?”

“Again? Whaddya—”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. You two, just make sure the rats don’t escape. I’m gonna deal with this punk myself. To think some shithead’s causing the boss trouble for days…”

Before any of the two could even say anything they would just see Eli walking right into the dark, soon no longer visible. But the knuckle cracking sure was. What the hell’s the meaning of this!? The fuck’s going to happen next!?

Oh the answer would come soon enough…

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #dice arisugawa #arisugawa dice #hypmic dice #rio busujima #rio mason busujima #busujima mason rio #hypmic rio

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roguemonsterfucker · 1 year

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I had a friend who went through awfully similar through that person/company too. TW for child death; but she had a small child that ended up passing away from a respiratory illness. Her kids favorite animal was a wolf, so in her grief she went to order something from then too. She also paid everything up front.

But quite a bit of time kept passing, and kept passing, and kept passing. After a couple of years their was nothing. My friend went to send a message to see what the status of everything was and wanted to ask about how long to expect it this to take. It got ignored. A couple months later she tried to send another message and nothing. Rinse and repeat on that a couple of times. Eventually she shot a message on Insta asking for a refund and shortly after she had asked for a refund her account got blocked.

It's been quite a long time since i last talked to my old friend, so I'm not sure if they ever did get that refund, but even if werepups/asia wasn't a scammer, at the very least they have the worst customer service skill on the face of the planet.

I'm sorry if this message is too downtrodden and heavy just given the subject matter. But I guess I just wanted to chime up and say you weren't alone in how they were doing people dirty. I don't know if they still make them anymore but if they do then I feel at the very least people deserve to know what they might be getting into if they go to give their business to Werepups

Ugh, that's so awful. My deepest sympathies go to your friend.

And it is interesting that they paid fully upfront as well... More support for my theory that she only finished orders that weren't paid yet. =/

It is weird that they got blocked on instagram. That's where I was finally able to get a response. I first used email, and I got replies during the first year of waiting saying they were "six months behind." Then they stopped replying to emails.

Then I started messaging them on facebook. I got a response, but not a timeline. And then no response later.

Finally, I think I actually commented on an instagram post and that's when I got real replies, but by then I was just so fucking over it because four years had passed at that point. So I asked for a refund and they agreed.

Except I didn't get any updates on the status of the refund for a while. Not until I messaged then saying basically "hey, I don't have the same paypal I used to pay so a refund may be complicated, so instead I'm willing to take that new blank werepup kit you're selling for almost the same as I paid and call it even." Got a fast response there and they sent it. The kit cost $140 and I'd paid $150 (for a mini werepup).

I think they were very happy to pay me off without having to actually give me money.

But it was soon after that that I finally heard about the status of my werepup and found that it had been made.

So even though I got that kit, I can't even fucking look at the thing. Too many bad memories. I ended up selling it to my mom, who makes reborns, but she hasn't even done anything with it yet.

I'm still hopeful to get a werewolf doll at some point, but not one that Asia Erikson had any part in making. She may not be a scammer but she's a scummy person and I don't want her getting another cent from me.

Her brother tried to defend her in some of the Alternative Reborn facebook groups and he was generally just really shitty to everyone who felt scammed by Werepups, making all sorts of excuses.

Four years. There's no excuse, not when other people were getting their werepups in that time who ordered after me.

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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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Simple Pleasures

Word Count: 2130

Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Post-Timeskip

Summary: Morisuke wants to ask Lev if he can be the big spoon, but he's terrified to do it.

Morning, everyone! Here is my story for the YakuLev Exchange! I hope you enjoy some of the most cavity-inducing fluff to date :)

Stop being a chickenshit, Morisuke! Just ask him already!

Yet a chickenshit is exactly what Morisuke felt like as he lay in the bed that he and his boyfriend Lev shared, flat on his back with the covers pulled right up to the underside of his nose. It was unbearably hot underneath the covers, what with his face burning the temperature of the sun, but there was no way in hell that he was going to take them off. He didn’t want Lev to see him all flustered for no apparent reason. No thank you, Morisuke was perfectly content to let his big lanky noodle of a man be oblivious in the adjoining bathroom.

Ugh, look at him. Doing his “brushing my teeth dance,” Morisuke swooned hopelessly when he turned to look at his boyfriend. Lev was humming an off-key tune to himself as he danced with his reflection in the mirror. He always brushed his teeth with way too much vigor, Morisuke said, flinging foamy toothpaste everywhere. He wore down the bristles so quickly that they had to replace his toothbrush three times as fast as a normal person’s. But Morisuke loved his goofy boyfriend and the way he brushed his teeth, damn it, among a million other little things about him.

Which was why he was agonizing over the decision to ask Lev to be the big spoon when they cuddled tonight.

Look, Morisuke knew it was silly, agonizing over something as simple as a snuggling position. But he couldn’t help but get all in his head about it. Would he be breaking some “rule” by suggesting it? After all, Lev was the taller one; it was assumed that he was supposed to be the big spoon in all understood premises of dating. Was Morisuke weird for wanting to clamber onto his boyfriend’s back and hug him like some kind of human jetpack? It was thoughts like these that made his tongue tie up into pretzel knots every night when Lev flounced back into the room and prepared to get in bed.

Do it do it do it do it do it! Morisuke screamed at himself. His brown eyes peered over the hem of the covers, pupils constricted to pinpoints like a hawk’s as he watched his boyfriend strut around to his side of the bed. He was still humming that janky “brushing my teeth” tune under his breath with little disjointed swings of his hips, completely unaware of the ethical dilemma that was plaguing his counterpart.

So Lev didn’t think anything of pulling the covers back. But Morisuke thought a lot of it, and he screamed Lev’s name on reflex as soon as his shield of heat was taken away.

Lev jumped back and dropped the covers at Morisuke’s yelp. He wildly looked over the mattress, instinctively searching for something that could have startled his boyfriend or something he could have done wrong. When he didn’t find anything, he just looked at Morisuke in utter bewilderment. Morisuke flushed bright red with shame, and now he didn’t have the blankets to hide his face. He hadn’t meant to yell like that! He just—ugh, he did weird shit when he was all wigged out.

“Lev,” Morisuke repeated calmly. Despite his anxiety, he didn’t want Lev to think anything was too terribly amiss, so he tried his best to seem unperturbed. Lev was ditzy but not altogether dense, though. His smile was pinched as he regarded Morisuke pleasantly, taking care to sit gently on the edge of the bed rather than clamber excitedly into it like he normally did. Lev got excited about everything, including sleeping. “One of life’s most amazing simple pleasures!”, as he called it.

“What is it?” Lev asked. He was using that same shell of pleasantness Morisuke was, a saccharine coat of sweetness that thinly veiled the bitter core of worry. The fact that Lev was so keenly aware of Morisuke’s discomposure just made him feel even more unwilling to voice his desires, but he knew that he couldn’t escape now. Lev would nag him until he finally caved. He might as well rip off the band-aid and accept his punishment for disturbing the status quo.

“Lev, can I, um… Can I be the big spoon tonight?”

Oh, there it was. A long, slow blink like a cat’s as the gears whirred in Lev’s brain. Morisuke’s hands inched toward the covers, preparing to fling them over himself to hide his miserable shame. Oh, what was taking so long? Lev was such an expressive person; it was downright torturous to see that stupid blank expression on his face. He had to give him something! Shock! Surprise! Even a fair bit of visceral disgust would be better than the sheer nothingness on his stupid pretty face!

Just as Morisuke’s fingers had curled into the edge of the comfort, Lev’s face split into a wide, elated grin.

“Okay!” he cried and immediately whipped around to shove his long legs under the covers. It was an effort to keep them from tangling around the lanky limbs while he scooted his skinny butt towards the middle of the bed; it involved a lot of kicking and wiggling. Morisuke just stared at him, mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies, while his boyfriend let out little pants of exertion. “Okay!” Lev repeated when he finally settled himself. He swept his hand through his hair as he grinned breathlessly at his boyfriend. “I’m ready!”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Morisuke cried, throwing his arms up in the shape of an X. “That’s it? It’s that easy? There’s no like, debate?”

“Why would there be a debate?” Lev asked while cocking his head to the side. Ugh, bless Morisuke’s boyfriend and his complete obliviousness to societal norms.

“Well, you know…” Morisuke mumbled, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with the edge of the comforter. He said that in his head, but voicing his concerns aloud seemed even sillier than asking now. “Y-you’re the taller one, you know? Isn’t there, like, some unspoken rule that the taller one is the big spoon?” God, hearing the words out loud made it even worse! He was keenly aware that his face was burning hot, but he couldn’t bring himself to shield it with his hands. Even when downright mortified, Morisuke had his pride.

Pride went out the window when Lev snorted in laughter, and a loud whap! echoed through the quiet bedroom as Morisuke slapped his hands to his face.

“If there is a rule, I don’t much care,” Lev chuckled. Morisuke just hunched over and screamed into his palms. Lev laughed again, and the bed creaked slightly as he scooched closer. Ugh, and now he was draping his noodly arms over Morisuke. “There’s no need to be embarrassed!” It wasn’t very reassuring when laughter dripped from his words. “I’m not. In fact, I’m very happy.”

“You are?” Morisuke asked hopefully and cracked his fingers apart to peer at him.

“Of course I am!” he cried with an enthusiastic nod. “My boyfriend loves me enough to want to be the big spoon! I couldn’t be happier!”

Morisuke’s cheeks burned against his palms, and he was sure that his skin was as red as a tomato. But he was so relieved by Lev’s words that he forced himself to pry his hands away from his face, even if that meant revealing his blush to his boyfriend. Lev just hummed at his shining cheeks, then leaned in to peck them, one on each.

“If it bothers you that much, Morisuke, you don’t have to—”

“No! I want to!” Morisuke cried and shook his head vehemently. He shook his head so hard that he accidentally cracked his skull right against Lev’s. They both recoiled with agonized groans; Morisuke fell face-forward, cradling his pounding skull with a muffled whine, while Lev craned his head back against the headboard while pressing his palms over the bright red spot on his forehead. They just sat there like that for a minute or so, waiting for the pain to ebb. The bruises on their pride definitely wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.

Finally, Lev let out a breathy laugh. Morisuke knew that was his signal to rejoin the conversation, but he didn’t really want to. Maybe this was a sign from the universe. Little guys like him weren’t meant to spoon their spaghetti noodle boyfriends. Well, no harm in heeding the warnings and staying curled up in a ball.

“Heyyyyyyyyyy~” Lev crooned while draping himself over Morisuke’s back and snaking his arms around his middle. Morisuke tried to wiggle free, slapping at the hands worming between his arms and his sides, but he’d never been able to escape from Lev. Lev secured a grip around his middle and used the leverage to uncurl him, and Morisuke just slouched in his arms. If someone took a picture, he’d probably look like one of those grumpy long cat memes.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Morisuke whined and kicked his legs halfheartedly in defiance.

“I thought you wanted to be the big spoon?”

“Not anymore,” Morisuke huffed and jutted out his lips in a sour pout. “The mood is ruined. Just let me wallow in my little spoon hell.” Morisuke tried to turn on his side to do just that, but Lev effortlessly pulled him back into a sitting position.

“But I want to be the little spoon!” Lev insisted with a laugh.

Morisuke craned his head back to pout at him. Surely he was just saying things like that for Morisuke’s benefit. He looked serious, though, his big doe eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“... Really?” he couldn’t help but ask one more time.

Lev leaned down to press a little kiss to the tip of his nose, and he whispered adoringly against his skin, “Really.”

“All right then, lover boy, flip over!” Morisuke barked, hiking up his leg to dig his toes right into the meat of Lev’s left buttcheek. Lev cackled with laughter but obediently untangled himself from Morisuke to flop over onto his right side. Morisuke shifted to sit up on his knees, eyes roving over his boyfriend’s stretched-out form. He held his hands up like he was measuring for a frame, trying to do mental calculations. He arrived at the conclusion that there was no one great way to do it, and so he just went for it.

He flopped down on his side, then scooted across the bed until his chest was flush with Lev’s. It took a bit more maneuvering to get himself in a position where his nose wasn’t pressed in the middle of Lev’s shoulderblades; he wiggled upward while Lev scooched down until he could comfortably rest his chin in the crook of his neck. Morisuke then wormed his arms underneath Lev’s armpits and then clasped them around his chest; despite how skinny he was, his chest still had a broad circumference, so much that Morisuke could barely clasp his hands together over his sternum. It was a tight hug, but… Morisuke kind of liked it. He finished off by hooking his legs over Lev’s hips and crossing his ankles.

I feel like a koala, Morisuke lamented, turning to bury his face into Lev’s neck in an effort to hide his rising blush.

“So… How is it?” he mumbled into the soft skin of his neck. “I-is it nice?”

“Mhmm,” Lev hummed sleepily. He ran his hands up the length of Morisuke’s bare legs, leaving tingles and raised hairs in their wake. “Like a really warm backpack.”

“Tch. Do me a favor and stop with the comparisons,” Morisuke grunted while trying to push his face even further into Lev’s neck. He could feel the muscles in his throat move as he chuckled. Lev patted Morisuke’s thigh in a show of compliance, then reached down to grab the comforter. They both released soft sighs as the soft comforter draped over them. Lev’s hand fell back to Morisuke’s leg to begin tracing abstract patterns into his calf.

“Love you,” Lev muttered drowsily. “Big spoon or little spoon, doesn’t matter. Love you all the same.”

“Pssh. I love you too, you big oaf,” Morisuke huffed, finally pulling his head out of the crook of his neck to crane forward and plant an affectionate kiss on his cheek. He let his lips linger there, long enough to feel Lev’s skin stretch with the sleepy smile that bloomed on his mouth.

“By the way…” Lev said, pausing to let out a big yawn. “I need a new toothbrush.”

Morisuke rolled his eyes and then flopped his head against Lev’s.

“Of course you do.”

But his tone wasn’t bitter, because Morisuke loved his boyfriend—from the way he brushed his teeth to the way he felt in his arms, and everything inbetween.

#yakulev #levyaku #lev x yaku #yaku x lev #yaku morisuke #morisuke yaku #lev haiba #haiba lev #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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devilfic · 2 years

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Wait! Although, yes, the gender neutral thing is in all 3 projects, I actually meant that iswm was the only one that didn't show skin. I can't remember if the other projects were like that too, so i rewatched them (just the first parts) and unfortunately adwm showed skin, like a full hand, while ahwm showed a little bit between their long sleeves and gloves. Now i remember being sad about it... But what can i say... it's not like i've seen many representation of my kind in media anyway. So yeah, as someone with darker skin, i feel you 😔

In iswm, there is no skin color shown ever. It was always covered with gloves and socks/shoes. I feel that they learned and realized that's what it should be like, for the figure to be as neutral as possible so that everyone can identify with them. I wish they did that for adwm and ahwm, but it is what it is. I just hope they will continue to be as inclusive in their future projects.

I wouldn't say that my august and september would be completely stress-free, but yeah!!! Again, i feel so relieved, i'm glad i told you about it, and thank you for your encouragement!! Also, OH MY GOD. Okay. Well. I actually have read boogeyman part 2 a few times as of the moment i'm writing this ask. I don't want to sound like i'm repeating myself so i'm gonna put all my thoughts about it in the reblog tags. Oh and i will be sending my next request soon! Just in case tho, how detailed do you prefer your request to be??

What we do in the shadows sound interesting! I might give it a go, but for now, i'm actually in the middle of the sandman! I started watching it because of that gifset you reblogged, comparing battinson and sandman. I've heard of the sandman ever since the trailer came out, but i didn't know what it was, so i just.. didn't really pay attention to it, but then it's trending often and i saw that gifset and so i became curious about it!! Ugh there's so many things i wanna doooooo

Anyway, that letter from eddie looks so cool?????? If you told me that its a canon thing from the show i would believe it, like, the handwriting just suits him??? And the pictures!!!!!! Honestly it feels so weird but so cool at the same time??? I can't really explain it jdxhdjccjdb oh is it like a customized thing or??

-cain

ahh yeah, I went to watch ahwm and I noticed in some shots the hands were shown. but it didn't take me out of it too much! but you know the feeling. I had to pretend when I watched one direction's night changes mv at 15 that that was my white hand holding onto harry styles, what's a little more pretending I didn't see anything :)

yeah!! it's good they learned it'd be better to be more inclusive. I know some directors and stuff don't want things like that to interfere with their "creative vision" but going a little extra mile to make the audience feel included does wonders.

you're very welcome!! always happy to help. AND I SAW. it was a lot longer than the first one (almost twice as long? I think). I got carried away with it, I'll be honest. I know you really like the story so I thought I'd put in the extra effort ^^ thank you for continuing to support that story and reading it so enthusiastically!! it's so refreshing. as for requests, I give a few examples of requests that are too detailed in my guidelines, but honestly as long as you can leave me a little wiggle room, I can work with most anything!

OH SWEET YOU STARTED THE SANDMAN!! it's kinda crazy that dream's actor and robert pattinson used to be roommates (and I think they're still friends as well?). small world for goths. do you love death as much as I do? I love the usually broody, emo personifications of death in other media but her portrayal was a breath of fresh air.

and RIGHT. it feels like getting inserted into the canon in a little way. definitely on my nightly scenario rotation now. and it is customized to an extent, I believe! you tell them your name (my friend did it for me so I'm not sure of all the details) and I guess some other small details and they put something special together for you. like that playlist (I've got it saved on my spotify now OTL) ;-; I'm a sucker for playlists.

#cainsau #mjanswers

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five-rivers · 3 years

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While You Still Can

For Ectober Day 2: Scream

Warnings: Accidental self-injury, repeated injury, minor blood, muteness.

The first time Danny got laryngitis was the day after returning from the bad future. He’d been a bit of a baby about it, too, because not being able to communicate effectively while already feeling like garbage and being depressed wasn’t great. Jazz had been very understanding about it all.

He got it again the next time he used the Ghostly Wail, and resigned himself to the inconvenient side effect. The Wail was sort of a last resort power to begin with, since it drained so much of his energy and left him vulnerable. He hoped that with time and practice it would get better.

He hoped in vain.

The day after Tucker's resignation from the student body presidential race, Danny, Sam, and Tucker splayed, exhausted and still slightly sandy, in Sam's basement. They'd settled on watching a nature documentary at some point, although none of them were really paying attention to it.

Tucker sighed heavily and readjusted himself so that his legs hung over the arm of the loveseat he’d commandeered. “So, I’m tied with Danny for most frequently possessed,” said Tucker.

“Seems like it,” said Sam, lazily twitching her foot to kick Tucker’s. “Unless mind control doesn’t count as being possessed.”

“Ugh. I hate this. Do you think we should try to practice throwing off overshadowing again? I hate that, too.”

“Dunno. Danny, do you think that would do any good?”

Danny, because he had the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel, tried to answer verbally. This was painful and did not work well.

The sound from the documentary briefly dissolved into something that wasn’t quite static. All three teens sat up, straight and wary of any ghostly intruders.

Danny’s ghost sense did not go off. Danny, who hadn’t been looking forward to how his ghost sense would feel against his abused throat, sighed in relief.

“Wait,” said Sam, “the static- Danny, was that you?”

Danny shrugged. If it was, it wasn’t on purpose.

“Maybe… Can you try to talk again?”

That would hurt. He made a face.

“I know,” said Sam. “But if it was you, don’t you want to know?”

“Could be the start of a new ghost power,” said Tucker, lying back down.

Danny rolled his eyes, but once again tried to speak. Once again, the sound of the documentary cut out, replaced by something else. Something that wasn’t words, but also wasn’t just random noise.

“Weird,” said Tucker. “So. New power, I guess. Do you think you’ll be able to do that without your voice gone?”

Danny shrugged. It wasn’t like these things came with a guidebook. Also, this didn’t seem particularly useful for anything except getting his friends’ attention when he was temporarily mute.

“I wonder if it works on recordings,” mused Tucker. “It’d be useful for making sure no one catches you transforming on film.”

Ah. That was true.

“We’d have to test it,” said Sam.

Danny dropped back onto the floor. He didn’t want to do anything today.

“Later?” suggested Sam. “Maybe once your voice is back?”

Danny gave her a thumbs up.

Danny’s voice came back the next day, as usual. Trying to mess with audio electronics had no effect, so they sort of forgot about it and ignored it. It wasn’t important.

They didn’t think it was important.

Danny kept using his Ghostly Wail as a trump card. His voice always took a vacation afterwards, but never for too long. Never long enough for Danny to worry. His parents were making noises about bringing Danny to the doctor, maybe a throat specialist. But they were ridiculously easy to distract.

Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

Until Technus came by with a massive upgrade, courtesy of Vlad, Danny suspected, and Danny had to use his wail twice in a row.

He managed to cap the thermos before he doubled over, coughing. Blood speckled the asphalt below him. Which was disturbing for a number of reasons, not least of which being that he was in ghost form, and shouldn’t be bleeding red at all.

He heard a gasp, and twisted in a way that probably would have broken a normal, human spine.

Sam and Tucker were looking at him with a great deal of consternation and worry.

“Dude…” said Tucker, softly.

Danny winced, and his rings flickered.

“Don’t do that now,” said Sam, scoldingly. “Shoot. We need to get you to Frostbite or something. That’s- Oh my gosh. Frick.”

Danny grimaced. They’d seen him more beaten up, but this amount of blood from the mouth probably was a more disturbing image than bruises and random cuts.

His rings flickered again.

Tucker swallowed hard. “We’ve gotta… Um. Somewhere to transform. Yeah.”

“Alley,” said Sam, pushing.

Danny let go of his transformation as soon as he was out of sight, and leaned against Tucker. He was so incredibly tired. He coughed, lightly, and more blood dribbled from his mouth.

“Oh, gross,” complained Tucker. “Are you, ah, jeeze, you’re not okay.”

No joke.

“Frostbite,” said Sam. “Danny, you up to- What am I saying, of course you’re not. Tucker, you’re going to have to drive.”

“Uh,” started Tucker.

“Since I’m going to be dealing with first aid stuff.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah, I can drive.”

Danny wheezed as Tucker made another wrong turn and almost plowed them into a half-melted wall. Sure, the Speeder could phase through just about anything here, but that ‘just about’ was a significant concern.

Plus, going too far that way would put a lot of extra time on their journey. Like. A lot. Some kind of fourth spacial dimension nonsense.

“Sorry!” said Tucker. “Did your parents update the controls or something?”

They had, but Danny couldn’t exactly explain how at the moment. He shrugged.

Eventually, they did arrive at the Far Frozen. The yetis took one look at Danny’s pale face and the blood dripping down his chin and rushed him away to their hospital. Frostbite arrived, and the next hour or so was a whirlwind of tests and scans, particularly of his neck and throat.

They… looked worried. Which made Danny worried.

They gave him good painkillers, though, and lying on the ice bed did wonders for his tension.

Frostbite came back. “Great One,” said Frostbite. He settled himself, fur shifting. “Your Wail is an amazing power. From our scans of your core, it looks like you are also going to develop other vocal powers.” He paused. The silence stretched long and deep. Normally, Danny would have tried to fill it. “But,” said Frostbite, finally, “those powers are not compatible with your human vocal cords. Using them damages your human vocal cords.”

Danny nodded.

“Your ghost half will replace them,” said Frostbite, “but they… they would not be at all the same.”

Danny tilted his head.

“You are probably confused, because you speak in your ghost form, but the structures are very different. You… You would be unlikely to be able to communicate in a way humans would understand, without significant practice. Not while you were in your human form.”

That… didn’t make sense. He communicated with people now. Frostbite and the other ghosts communicated just fine.

“It’s just the type of ghost you are,” said Frostbite. “You are… powerful, Great One, bound to a powerful and painful path. I am sorry for that.”

There was something so pained and apologetic in Frostbite’s tone that Danny started shaking his head. He hardly knew what he was saying, and he still couldn’t help but reject it.

“I am sorry, Great One,” said Frostbite, “but if you keep using your Ghostly Wail, your human half will become mute.”

Frostbite knew, then, just like Danny knew. Danny wouldn’t be able to stop using his wail. Not while people were in danger. He couldn’t abandon people he could save.

Tears collected in the corners of his eyes.

It made him want to scream.

(While he still could.)

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt trick #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectober 2021 #ectober #fic #fanfic #ectober day 2: scream

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julzrulz · 3 years

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MHA boys with crushes pt.2

˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

How I think these MHA boys would act if they had a crush on you but make it part 2. Boys being sweeties make me go brr. bruh I'm on a roll, next stop todo and shoji (my baby)!!!

Rating: G (General Audiences, All Ages Admitted)

Pairings: Kirishima x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Iida x Reader

TW: N/A

Notes: Headcanons, Gender Neutral Reader

───── ❝ 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 ❞ ─────

blushy blushy boi

really doesn’t want you to know how he feels about you until he knows you feel the same

the bakusquad makes it so painfully obvious, making kissy faces, bothering you about how you feel about kiri, asking if you’re free anytime soon, calling you you guys’ shipname-- and worst part, he can only sit back and watch

poor baby

he becomes very hyper aware over stupid stuff about himself-- like getting super self-conscious if his breath smells, does his hair look funny, everything and anything

overanalyzes everything and anything, what he said, how he looked, any voice cracks

he swears you are so out of his league-- he takes advantage of every second he gets to be with you

likes to spend time with you and makes an effort to touch you when ever he can (of course in a manly™ manner)

like sitting way to close to you, touching elbows while eating lunch, tickles you by surprise, puts his arm around your shoulder, playing with you hair alittle

doesn’t stutter around you often but when you catch him off guard he will quickly become a mess

he rubs the back of his neck and fidgets when he’s around you

likes eye contact with you but sometimes its too much for him.. he’ll get lost in them loose focus and forget what y’all were talking about

really likes to train with you, you complemented his quirk once and now he always wants to use it around you

loves to help you where he can

even if its just holding the door open for you... and you’re at the other side of the hallway

oh god

mimics your body language subconsciously-- smiles when you smile, tilts his head when you do, moves his hands like you do please he’s so cute

cleans up a little nicer when he knows he’s going to be around you

likes when you spend one on one time with him, there’s less pressure without his friends around because they make his crush so obvious to you

he would call you bro by accident and then beat himself up about it-- seriously it keeps him up at night

───── ❝ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 ❞ ─────

the slickster™

he works to make his crush on you so painfully obvious and make it everybody's problem

lets be real he started making moves on you as soon as he laid eyes on you

he claims there was “an instant connection”

you’re different from all his other crushes, this one was not shallow

usually he would rush in and just flat out ask a chick out, get rejected and repeat

but no he wasn’t going to be rejected from you

he always showers you in praises and compliments because damn shawty kinda fine ahaha

anything from how beautiful, to how smart, talented you are, how cool your quirk is

he really does live to serve your ego

he gets so excited around you he might just short circuit

blushy around you but loves eye contact, god why are your eyes so stunning

always flirting with you non stop, it’s so embarrassing how he does it too, but if it makes you laugh its good enough for him

he definitely preens around you, playing with/styling his hair, “accidently” flexing his arms when he stretches wants to look his best and show it off

he lights up when you walk into class

talks and whines about how he can’t find the “right person” (spoiler: its you) he does this to try and get a reaction out of you and give you an opportunity to flirt back

as much as he's very forward with his advances, he’s always a pinch away from throwing up

always finds a way to relate himself with you, you (for whatever reason) hate apples? well now so does he

is really insecure about going stupid on you-- he only wants you to see him at his best, after all that's what you deserve

becareful with this one he gets his advice from mineta

───── ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❞ ─────

Another boy I think would be clueless, not because he doesn't understand his feelings or know what a crush is, but because his brain probably goes a mile a minute

he looks after everyone in 1-A so it takes a while to notice you’re the break in the blur

he’s WAY more mature with his crush, iida is a man not a boy

it doesn’t happen too often but when he gets nervous he starts to ramble and its always something big brain that you can’t understand

he likes to spend time with his crush anytime he can-- without being overbearing

you tell him he can call you by your first name and he makes sure to say it so softly, as if it were made of glass. compared to the yelling he always does

you’re a BIG deal to him

he would offer to walk you anywhere you needed to be, craving some alone time with you--to get to know you better and try and gage on how you feel about him

would also offer to carry things for you

is always the first one to stick up for you, even if your in the wrong

he would also slip in a couple gifts here and there but in a discreet way

he wants you to think of him just as much as he does you

oh you need a pencil? welp iida’s got one for you and it just happens to be in your favorite color.. and he “forgets” to ask for it back, now you use it all the time

yes he gets alittle smug when he sees you use it

he would constantly be reminding you of rules and not to break them, it may come off as a nag but rules are there for a reason, to keep you safe, and that's all he wants for you

if you do break any though he always lets it slide

in his eyes you can do no wrong

any mistake you make will be praised by this man. you trip during combat? he’s got you, fail a test? he’ll study with you and say that you’re so much smarter than your grade.

has an over whelming need to care for you, always checking if you ate, drank enough water, got a good sleep

if you laugh at his weird-cute habits like the arm chopping or when he pushes his glasses up he would do it a lot more often-- ugh he loves your smile

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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startanewdream · 3 years

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James and/or Sirius laughing at Harry for growing (or trying to) grow a beard 🧔

That’s it

That’s my comment

Ahhh, it's midnight for me I work early tomorrow but I just *had* to write something along these lines!

Set during winter break at Year 6 (or my fave pining Harry time). Warning for some slang and also that I edited on the phone

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“Fuck. No, no, it can’t be… fuck!”

The first slang would have made Sirius stop on his way down the hall, but the tone of desolation that follows it, added by the most hopelessness he has ever heard in Harry's voice, makes him open the door to his godson’s bedroom without waiting for an answer.

(Always risky when it comes to teenagers, but it seems to be an emergency)

The first thing he notices is the rotten smell, then the smoke coming out of a cauldron with the fire beneath still lit; sparkles are coming out of Harry’s wand, which he holds high (underage magic? That he won’t tell), but then Sirius’ gaze falls on Harry’s face and he ignores anything else.

Because on Harry’s face there is something so horrendous that Sirius won’t dare to call it a beard. It’s hair.

Harry’s chin spots the same hair as in his head. It’s a dark messy beard that makes him look as if his hair grew all around his mouth.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t laugh!” Harry tells him immediately, a little bit threatening, but Sirius is truly too shocked to even break a smile. This thing is too ghastly for even him to crack a joke about it. “I… I messed up, okay?”

“Kid, that’s an overstatement,” Sirius says, getting closer to his godson slowly. He touches his beard. “How did you get hair on your chin? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ugh.” Harry throws a guilty look to the cauldron on the floor. “It’s Grandpa Monty’s fault.”

“Unless his ghost came back to screw your face, it seems as if you did this to yourself, kid.”

“No, I… Look!” He picks a scroll, waving it in front of Sirius’ nose. “I found his old notes in the attic. Five-Second Eazybeard! I swear I brewed the potion exactly as he wrote.”

Sirius eyes the smelly potion.

“Are you sure it was your granddad’s notes? This doesn’t seem like Monty's style at all.”

“Well… I thought so. He was the potioneer in the family, right? And he invented Sleekeazy!”

“And then he didn’t launch anything else,” Sirius reminds him, looking at the potion instructions.

“Because he was rich enough and didn’t need more money?”

Sirius laughs. “Nah, Monty was curious enough to keep inventing. This was probably an attempt that didn’t work.” Sirius shakes his head, smirking. “Look, I am not trying to pull a Lily here, but trying untested potions? That’s a bad idea, Harry.”

"I haven't had problems so far," Harry mumbles to himself. As Sirius is about to ask him what he means by that, Harry grabs his hand suddenly. "I learned the lesson, ok? Now you gotta help me!"

Sirius lifts an eyebrow. "The only thing that would help you is a scissor."

"I've tried! The bathroom is full of this thing, but it just grew back! I've tried to cut it magically, and it's all the same. You are the adult here, do something!"

"What do you want me to do? I can't do an antidote just looking at the ingredient list! You need Lily, just call her—"

"I…" the part of Harry's face that is not covered by hair flushes. "I can't. She is at the Burrow now, helping Mrs Weasley with the New Year's party."

"Then let's go, I am sure it will be easy for her—"

"No!" Harry looks in panic now, his eyes widened. "She cannot know what… what happened."

"Lily will know as soon as—"

"Not… not Mum, it's… look, that's fine. Mum will be back tomorrow, I will just spend the New Year hiding in my room pretending I don't exist."

"Harry… there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You know, growing hair body is perfectly normal at your age—"

"Ugh, stop teasing me."

"I wish I could, but you look truly horrible." Sirius winks at him, sitting on Harry's bed. "What prompted you to do this?"

Harry's flush intensifies.

"I was trying to grow a beard."

"Oh, really?"

"It's… it's stupid, okay? But Ginny was… I mean, I heard some girls saying that they enjoyed guys with a beard and I can only grow that stupid stubble and—argh—I just thought I could give it a try but now I have hair growing all around my head and—"

"You are babbling, kid, I got it."

"No, you don't." Harry runs his hand through his hair, looking very much like James when he is most nervous. "You get to grow a beard when you want it. You get this whole shining hair. You get women to sigh for you and I… I am just this stupid teenager who can't even have a full beard."

Sirius blinks. "You are worrying way too much, Harry. And, well, if you want to be assured, you are nice—girls have taken a fancy to you, haven't they?"

"That's just the Chosen One thing, it's not really… me."

Sirius fights back a smile. Harry seems really desolate.

"Look, you've grown well. You are still growing. I am sure people notice you. You have your mother's gorgeous eyes and you do look like James—if there is any comfort in this, I remind you that James got Lily to feel attracted to him, so you can't be that bad." Harry frowns, and Sirius isn't sure if it's because he doesn't want to think of their parents being attracted to each other or if because he doesn't trust Lily's opinion on this matter. "I am sure Ginny thinks you are attractive, beard or no beard."

Harry jumps.

"Who said anything—"

"Oh, are we still pretending you don't fancy her?"

Harry looks away. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yeah, sure. So you don't mind going to the Burrow now and showing up like this?"

"Of course I do! I mean… Ron would tease me."

"Ron."

"And the twins. I mean, look at this!"

"Yeah, I would be upset if they didn't. So many joke opportunities. You are hairy, Harry."

Harry puts his hands in front of his face. Sirius refrains from telling him this doesn't hide his beard at all.

"So… what do I do now?"

"We truly need Lily's help on this… we need to go to the Burrow."

"I can't—"

"Don't worry." Sirius breathes heavily. "Your godfather won't leave you alone on this."

_________

"It was an accident, Lily," Sirius tells her, his hand playing with the hair over his chin. His new grown hair beard reaches his chest and Sirius is almost finishing a braid by now. "I was trying some old potion, and then Harry was close and it just splashed in both of us."

Lily lifts her eyebrows, her eyes moving from Sirius to Harry and then back.

"An accident?" she repeats, incredulous.

"I am so sorry," he says, the portrait of innocence. "Could you help us with an antidote? And before you say anything, I know I shouldn't have tested an unknown potion. But do this for Harry, not for me. Poor kid doesn't deserve to spend the night hiding. It's a New Year's party after all!"

Lily shakes her head, amused.

"Fine, because you asked so eloquently. I will grab my potion kit, a hair inhibitor should be enough."

"You truly are the best, Lily," Sirius tells her, beaming.

Harry waits until his mother is out of the room to let out a relieved breath.

"Thanks so much, Sirius," he says.

Sirius nods, still messing with the hair on his chin. It's so weird and it looks as ghastly in him as it does on Harry.

He doesn't regret applying that potion to his face. His sacrifice worked just as he planned to: with two people having hair growing out of their chins, the attention was divided and with Sirius taking the blame, people felt sorry enough for Harry to not mock him much.

"Hey," they turn around to see Ginny coming closer, holding a tray with some sandwiches for them. "Mum thought you would be hungry while hiding here."

"Thanks," Sirius says, because Harry seems too busy pretending to look outside the window, anything so he can try to avoid Ginny looking at his beard.

Ginny nods at Sirius, but she approaches Harry anyway.

"Your mum is already working on the antidote, don't worry," she tells him gently. "Look, it's not as bad as that time Percy tried to grow a moustache, remember?"

Harry chuckles. "You are so lying."

"I would never," she assures him, voice light. "Look at me."

Harry turns to her almost as if he can't control it. His eyes soften as he gazes upon her, and Sirius is suddenly reminded of how Lily always looks when she sees James.

Ginny raises her hand slowly, giving Harry plenty of time to back away, but he just stays quiet as she touches his beard, her fingers running through it. Sirius suspects Harry isn't even breathing anymore.

"It's soft," she tells Harry and for a moment they just stare at each other. Sirius decides that he is really witnessing a moment that he doesn't want to, but his attempt to quietly leave the room only alerts them to his presence. Ginny's hand falls back as if she got electrocuted. "Anyway, you look better without it."

Harry grimaces. "I guess that stupid stubble is better than this."

"Stupid stubble?" Ginny blinks, evidently surprised. "It's not stupid, I… I mean, girls love it on you."

"They do?"

"Yeah, well, just thinking about your stubble brushing my skin—I mean, their skin, as in other girls' shoulders, or holding your face while… never mind, I just… I just heard it, that's all. You are drawing a lot of attention."

"I know, all this Chosen One stupid thing—"

"It's not it... you are really oblivious to your charm, Harry."

"You think I am charming?" Harry asks, longing evident in his voice now.

"I…" Ginny hesitates, turning away as if she doesn't want to answer this while looking at Harry, and her eyes meet Sirius. He smirks at her, knowing perfectly well her answer. Ginny's face reddens even as her jaw sets in a protective instance. "Yeah, with the stubble. Everyone knows it. It's common knowledge. I… I have to go, I think I heard Mum calling me."

Sirius could point out that Molly didn't call her at all, but he opts for just letting Ginny go, his smirk more than enough to let her know she didn't fool him.

At the other corner of the room, Harry's face is spotting a huge grin, watching the door with a dreamy expression.

"She likes my stubble!" He declares happily. "Oh, I need to take off this stupid long beard now."

Sirius shakes his head at Harry, amused. At least Harry won't ever complain about his inability to grow a beard again.

#Eyes glistening #Jily lives AU #Sirius being a good godfather #Harry having teenage issues #i will edit it better in the morning

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 5 + Epilogue]

Original title: 愛しうる限り & エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: This CD really did deliver near the very end and tugged onto my heartstrings BIG TIME. Shuu being honest with myself and realizing just how much he loves the MC is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. ;w; He definitely solidified himself as nr. 2 in my heart once more. (Sorry Shuu, Subaru will forever be number one. <3)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 5: As Long as our Love Lasts

Shuu is playing the violin again.

( At some point, I grew tired of counting, or even thinking about how many times I had played the same song, or how many days - or perhaps even months - had passed since she fell into a deep slumber. )

*Snap*

“Oh...The string...I haven’t taken care of this thing for a while, so I guess this was bound to happen. ...In the end, my song never reached you, huh?”

*Thud*

He walks over to the bed.

“I’ve honestly seen enough...of this never-changing expression. I wish I could have seen a glimpse of your past self for one last time, but I guess it can’t be helped.”

He takes a seat.

*Rustle*

“I’m sure you’re aware, but I always hated being waken up from my naps. Therefore, hearing your approaching footsteps was the most annoying sound in the world to me. However, having your face be the very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes after you interrupted my sleep, honestly wasn’t half bad. ...Just the fact I felt that way, means that you must have at least meant something to me.

...If you were to ask me the same question you did before, then I would probably give you the following answer. ーー You are special to me. Not because your blood is delicious. You are the only woman on this planet who I wouldn’t want to lose, even if your blood were to disappear, If only I had said these words to you back then...”

Shuu suddenly collapses onto the sheets.

*Rustle*

“...Ah...The effects are finally kicking in, huh? ...I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep as of late...So to ensure I can finally get a sound sleep...Cough, cough...”

*Cling*

“I drank a certain drug from this bottle earlier...You’re not going to wake up anyway...So you don’t mind if I sleep alongside you, right? Even if that is an eternal slumber...When you’re with me, I don’t mind. That’s just how much Iーー...”

He scoots closer.

*Smooch*

“...love you. ...Ugh...Cough, cough...Haah, haah...I finally gave you the words you’ve been dying to hear...yet you’re missing out on them...You foolish woman...Hahaha...I guess I shouldn’t say that, huh...? Ugh...”

Shuu loses consciousness.

*Shatter*

( I lost the feeling in my limbs, before my mind went blank as well and before I knew it, I was unable to think of anything. I couldn’t fight back against my heavy eyelids. Now I can finally get some rest again. ーー That’s what I thought, yet...Aah, there it is again. I can hear her voice again. Per usual, she’s calling my name as if her life depends on it. I’ve heard this voice a million times, but in the end, it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Even if I wake up, you won’t be there anyway. Therefore, I chose eternal sleep. )

*Rustle*

( You’re persistent...Guess you’re stubborn even within my dreams, huh? )

You continue to call his name.

( Oh come on...Just let me sleep... )

You persist.

( Like I said, pipe down. Don’t shout my name over and over... )

*Rustle rustle*

“Nn...Hm? ...Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“What do you want? I was having such a nice nap...”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Oh? You...are awake? So that wasn’t just a hallucination right now? Or rather, why are you crying?”

You tell Shuu you thought he had died.

“Died? ...Oh, right. Why am I alive as well? Did you do something?”

You continue to sob.

“I can’t tell when you’re bawling like that...Hm? The taste of your blood...lingers inside my mouth.”

You explain.

“...You frantically tried to feed me your blood thinking that might be able to bring me back to life? I won’t deny that my wounds heal quicker when I have your blood...but I didn’t think it could serve as an antidote as well. Your blood really is something else. Well, you still won against it though. ...Oi, I don’t mind if you’re crying, but give me a good look at your face.”

*Rustle*

“I’m asking you to move closer. My body still feels heavy, I can’t move. Come on, scoot over.”

You move closer.

“How long has it been...? I’m actually reflected in your eyes.”

Shuu embraces you.

“Haah...”

*Rustle*

“Keep still. I can’t put in much strength since my arms are still numb.”

You ask Shuu what happened.

“I’m the one who wants to know what happened. Honestly, what made you suddenly wake up? Is it because I finally genuinely admitted my own feelings...?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, you’ve been asleep this whole time, remember?”

You look at him in surprisement.

“Don’t tell me, you didn’t have a clue?”

You nod.

“Well, it happened out of nowhere, so I guess it’s obvious considering you were unconscious as well. ...No, it’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a nightmare anyway.”

You ask him if it was rough.

“...Yeah.”

*Rustle*

“A lot happened...It was one hell of a ride. But right now, rather than letting you go...”

*Smooch*

“Haah...Come on, don’t get all surprised over a little kiss still. However, I don’t dislike that side of you either. When you were asleep, you wouldn’t react no matter how many times I did this after all.”

*Smooch*

“...What? Don’t panic.”

You note his behavior seems off.

“Weird? You’re the last person I want to hear that from though. I told you, remember? I went through a lot. That being said, it doesn’t matter. It’s just...I came to realize a few things.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“How you felt, for example. Or how important it is to put things into words every now and then. ...And what you mean to me, I suppose. ...I believe you woke up because I finally understood those things. Well, you don’t seem to realize that yourself though. Oh, right...I should apologize while I can. I’m sorry for acting indifferent towards you up till now. I deeply regret it. Soーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Please don’t get upset and fall into a slumber again, it pains me”

You tell him you never meant to do that to him.

“Even if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. And it was much more wicked than having you lash out at me or run away from home. Not to mention it was extremely bothersome. I had to look after you 24/7, right? In that regard...you really are a handful.”

You apologize.

“Haha...You don’t need to say sorry, really. I’ve already accepted it. I’m to blame for falling in love with such a woman.”

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.

“...What?”

You ask him to repeat himself.

“I said I love you, what about it? I said it earlier as we...Ah, right. I guess you didn’t hear me back then since you were still asleep. ...Haha, look at those rounded eyes, your face looks hilarious. ...I really do prefer seeing you like this.”

*Smooch*

“I understand you are having trouble believing me. I’ve only got myself to blame for that. However, I’m sure you’ll soon come to realize. I already had plenty regrets while you were asleep. From here on out, I’ll tell you these words until you’ll be tired of hearing them ーー How much I love you, that is.”

*Smooch*

Track 6: Epilogue

“...Hey.”

You turn around.

“You’re ogling way too much. It looks shameless, so come here.”

You run over

“Is an instrument store really that special to you?”

You nod.

“Well, I can imagine you have little affiliation with these places. When I bring up the name of a composer, you usually look at me as if I’m speaking Chinese. Although despite that, you seemed happy to visit this place.”

You explain.

“Ahー So that’s why. Honestly, it would have been much easier to just come by myself, but I’d rather not make you upset again by ignoring you.”

You smile, thanking him.

“...I see. Whatever. ...Anyway, I requested a full maintenance along with replacing the broken string, so it might take a while. We’ll get in the way if we wait here, so let’s go over there.”

The two of you move to another room.

*Creaaak*

You look around.

“It’s a test room. Customers can use this place to test out the intruments before purchase. There’s nobody here right now, so the owner said we can make ourselves comfortable.”

You ask Shuu if he plans to buy a new violin.

“No, I’m not buying anything. I like my current violin.”

You seem confused, wondering why you’re here then.

“You really are a fool, aren’t you?”

Shuu pulls you closer.

*Rustle*

“To kill some time, obviously.”

You get slightly flustered.

“It’s a perfect way to combat the boredom, no? It’s muh more comfortable than having to wander around outside. On top of that...This place is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want, nobody will hear. I’m sure you like the sound of that as well? ーー That being said, we have to think about your health. I doubt you’re already back in top shape, so I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”

You hesitate.

“Hm~? In that case, you want it?”

You go quiet.

“Cat got your tongue? I seem to recall a certain someone was displeased because they were being ‘used’? Clearly tell me what you want. Right now, I can actually live up to your wishes. ...What do you want from me?”

You ask for his fangs.

“Hehe...I hate being ordered around, but hearing you beg for it isn’t bad at all. Especially when it’s the words ‘Suck my blood, please’.”

Shuu bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...I said you could make all the noise you want, remember? It’s not like anyone but me can hear.”

You get embarrassed.

“Heh. First you beg for it and now you get all embarrassed. You’re kind of contradicting yourself there, no? Well, it doesn’t matter. In that case, I’ll go for one of your more sensitive spots so you won’t be able to suppress your voice. Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Exactly...Let me hear more...Why still hesitate at this point?”

You explain.

“You’re worrying for nothing per usual. You no longer need to be scared that I’ll find you annoying or get tired of you. Well, I won’t deny that there’s times I get a little irritated by your behavior. I’m sure I might be a little grumpy when you disturb my sleep as well.

However, I would never grow to dislike you over something like that. I already know what kind of woman you are. You’re the type to beg for my fangs in a place like this. On top of that, a loudmouth who loves to meddle with other people’s affairs and quite the handful at times. To be honest, too much of a bother to keep by one’s side.

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha. It’s the truth, no? However, despite all of that, I don’t want to let you go. So don’t worry. Just let out your voice to your heart’s content, giving yourself over to me all you want. I’ve already decided I will love every side of you after all.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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whatisthiswritingthing · 3 years

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Keep it a Secret - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Prompt: Maybe an imagine, where R is the sister of one of the players (you can choose who) and R and Kristie are trying to hide their relationship at camp, because they know that their sisters would freak if they would know about them. Love your imagines.

Note: This really spiralled and became a little angstier than intended and ended up not really matching the prompt anymore.

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Y/N mumbled against Kristie’s neck, hips pressing her into the wall of her hotel room.

Kristie tipped her head back, giving Y/N more room to scrape her teeth along her neck.

“Fuck, you are making it really hard to keep this a secret,” Kristie bit her lip, trying to supress her moan, hand gripping Y/N’s neck.

Y/N ignored her, switching sides and making her way back up. One hand sliding up her shirt while the other braced against the wall, both rolling their hips into each other.

With a groan, Kristie placed both hands on Y/N’s chest, pushing her away. Y/N pulled her hand out from Kristie’s shirt, but tried to lean in and kiss her girlfriend, only to be pushed away again.

Y/N pulled back, taking a full step away, confused.

Kristie reached up and ran a thumb along Y/N’s bottom lip.

“If we don’t stop now, we won’t, we won’t,” she repeated when she noticed Y/N about to argue.

“you know I’m right, because I very much liked where that was going. But that will do nothing keep this a secret.”

“Ugh!” Y/N groaned, taking a few steps and flopping backwards on the bed. “Then you need to stop looking that good.” Y/N moved to be leaning on her elbows, shamelessly eyeing her girlfriend.

As if summoning them, there was a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Hey losers! Open up!” Rose called through the door.

Both made eye contact and laughed.

“Fix your hair, you have a just about to be fucked look. Oh wait,” Y/N let the sentence hang, smirking and getting up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Rose, Mal, Sonnett, and Lindsey plowed in, each making themselves at home in the room.

“What are you two doing?” Lindsey tossed a random sock at Kristie.

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N winked.

“What aren’t we worrying about?” Sam questioned as she entered the room.

“What these two losers were doing before we got here,” Sonnett filled in.

Y/N and Kristie both purposefully avoiding each other as the group caught up now that they were all back together for camp. The couple had somehow gotten lucky and were sharing a room, after having been apart for months, the two just wanted to be alone but knew their friends weren’t going to be leaving them alone anytime soon.

The two had been together for almost a year, unfortunately being separated for most of it due to playing on separate teams. Luckily, they were both from Massachusetts, making off season much easier to continue to keep their relationship secret. Sam was oblivious to most things around her, so keeping it secret from her was easy. Short of the couple making out in front of them, Sam would never figure it out.

Christen however, was too perceptive for her own damn good. She could easily figure them, probably already had. She had been sending them strange looks the last couple camps but had yet to question them.

It was hard for Kristie and Y/N to keep their relationship secret though. Both women generally being very tactile, enjoying physical touch. They struggled to keep their hands to themselves. Thankfully they had all been friends for years before the two had transitioned to a relationship, so minimal touching didn’t really alert anyone to a change.

“Sibling!” Christen called as she burst into the room, jumping onto Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey Chris,” Y/N chuckled at her enthusiasm, hugging her sister back.

The group all made their way down for supper shortly after. Y/N instinctually placed her hand on Kristie’s lower back as they walked through the door, Kristie leaning into the touch briefly before they caught themselves and pulled apart quickly. Each focussing on the ground as they walked to separate tables.

Christen smirked.

Kristie and Y/N kept sneaking glances throughout the meal, one would glance up to see the other already looking, then both would look away blushing.

As soon as the door closed to their hotel room, Kristie had Y/N pinned to the wall. Hands gliding up her sides under her shirt, scratching her nails down.

“Fuck Kristie,” Y/N moaned out, arching into the touch.

Kristie stepped forward, pinning Y/N’s hips to the wall with her own.

Y/N gripped the hem of Kristie’s shirt, pulling it up and off. Then gripped her hips and spun them around, hands moving to Kristie’s hamstrings and lifting her, who immediately wrapped her legs around Y/N.

Y/N carried Kristie to the bed, gently placing her down, pressing herself the length of Kristie’s body. She shifted one leg between Kristie’s, who started to roll her hips up.

Kristie moaned, pawing at Y/N’s shirt, pulling it off of her.

“Open up losers!” Rose banged on the door again.

“No,” Y/N moaned into Kristie’s neck. “Maybe if we pretend we aren’t here they’ll leave.”

“You know they won’t” Kristie pushed Y/N off.

Grabbing a sweater, throwing one at Y/N, Kristie opened the door.

“What took you so long?” Mal gave them weird looks as they walked in.

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N shot them a wink.

“Gross, is this bed safe to sit on?” Lindsey walked in, picking up on the inuendo.

“Don’t be crude Lindsey,” Sam fake gagged.

The rest of the group laughed.

“Yea, look at these two, not a chance there’s anything happening,” Sonnett added. “Besides, Kristie could do waaaayy better.” She added, flopping onto the bed next to Y/N, knocking their shoulders together to show she was joking.

Y/N rolled her eyes, satisfied none of them had figured it out.

The group hung out until curfew and then all dispersed to their own rooms.

Kristie and Y/N getting ready for bed, Kristie messing up the one bed to make it look slept in before sliding into the other with Y/N, rolling her onto her back with a hard kiss.

Things quickly escalated, having been interrupted twice already, both were ready to combust with sexual frustration.

Both exhausted, Kristie rested her head on Y/N’s chest, absentmindedly running her fingers on Y/N’s stomach.

“How much do you think Sam would freak if she found out what happened minutes after she left this bed?” Y/N chuckled.

“Sam freaks out over a stain on her shirt, she would have an aneurism if she knew anything about this,” Kristie looked up, grinning.

Both were right, they knew Same would lose her mind if she found out Kristie and Y/N were together. Christen they weren’t sure how she would react, probably be upset they didn’t tell her, hopefully be supportive. They had decided to just keep it between them for now, at first it was because it had happened so suddenly, then they just liked the simplicity of people not knowing, now it was getting harder to keep secret; it was at the point they knew it was serious and would progressing into something long term.

“How obvious do you think we could be before Sam figures it out?” Y/N smirked.

Kristie propped up on her elbow, looking down at Y/N. She could see the insecurity on her face. Placing a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, she stared down.

“Do you want to tell them?” Kristie asked gently.

They both knew Sam would be the one that would be an issue when they told their siblings. Nothing seemed to phase Christen and was always so supportive of Y/N.

“No, I don’t know, I know Sam will freak out,” Y/N rambled, unsure.

“Where’s this coming from babe?”

“Fuck, I don’t Kristie. I don’t know if it’s because I finally get to see you after so long, but all day I just wanted to touch you. Just hold your hand, sit with you at supper, you know, stuff like that,” Y/N rambled.

“Me too Y/N/N,” Kristie leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she placed another kiss on her forehead.

Y/N just shrugged noncommittally. Kristie just watched her.

“I just, I know it was my idea to keep us a secret, but it’s getting hard. Being away from you so much is hard. Not being able to fly out to you on bye weeks is hard. Having to be the last one to hear if you’re ok when you go down is hard. It’s just all getting so hard.”

“Then let’s tell people, or at the very least our sisters, or just stop hiding it,” Kristie made it sound so easy.

“No, we don’t need to do that. I’m just overwhelmed or something, I don’t know,” Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Kristie.

Kristie gently held Y/N’s face, scratching her nails into the baby hairs.

“Why don’t you sleep on it? See how you feel in the morning, decide from there.” Kristie suggested.

Y/N nodded, tugging Kristie to lay back down. Running her fingers up and down Kristie’s spine, Y/N tried to settle her mind.

She knew she loved Kristie, but she knew she couldn’t tell her. Sonnett had been right, Kristie could do much better than her. As much as Kristie said she was alright telling their sisters, she knew this wasn’t as serious for Kristie as it was for her.

Y/N was gone when Kristie woke up the next morning. Kristie got ready quickly and made her way down for breakfast hoping to find her girlfriend.

Kristie was disappointed when she walked into the banquet room and didn’t see Y/N.

“Where’s your other half?” Mal teased, walking up behind Kristie.

“What?” Kristie turned around quickly.

“Y/N, where’s Y/N?” Mal asked again.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. She was gone before I got up this morning,” the pair made their way through the buffet.

Kristie knew Y/N hadn’t slept much the night before, because she too had been awake most of the night. What Y/N had said last night kept her mind running. She wanted to tell her sister too, but she knew Sam would not react well. Not because she didn’t like Y/N or think they would be a good couple, but because that’s just who Sam was. Kristie knew Y/N had a tendency to overthink and internalize most of her thoughts. Christen she didn’t know. That one could go either way, but Kristie knew how close the sisters were and could see how hard it was getting for Y/N to not tell Christen. Kristie also knew how protective Christen was of her younger sister.

Halfway through breakfast, Y/N tried to sneak into the banquet room, hoping to get in undetected. Kristie had been watching the door the entire meal though, so saw her as soon as she walked in. Her eyes followed Y/N as she walked to the buffet table. Y/N was dressed in her running clothes, drenched in sweat, clearly having just come back from a run. Kristie watched as Y/N grabbed a bottle of water and a banana before trying to sneak out again.

Kristie shot out of her chair when she saw Y/N leave the room again, concerned at how strange Y/N was being.

“Y/N!” Kristie called out as the girl tried to duck into the stairwell.

Kristie could see her shoulder drop before turning around.

“Hey Kristie, I was just about head up for a shower. Wanna join?” Y/N waggled her eyebrows, but Kristie could see behind the invitation.

Kristie quickly closed the distance, pushing Y/N into the stairwell.

“What’s going on?” Kristie placed her hand on Y/N’s neck, the other fisting her shirt.

“Went for a run,” Y/N shrugged.

“We have a double day today, why would you go for a run?” Kristie challenged, applying pressure to Y/N’s hip.

Y/N just shrugged again, making to pull away from Kristie. Kristie applied more pressure to the hip to keep in her in place.

The two made eye contact, each challenging the other. Kristie debating how much to push her girlfriend, Y/N trying to push her emotions down.

Kristie slowly released her grip, taking a step back.

“I’ll see you later Kris,” Y/N called out, turning and running up the stairs.

Kristie released a sigh, letting her shoulders drop. She was about to make her way out of the stairwell when the door opened again, Christen walking in.

“Hey, everything ok? I saw Y/N sneak out and you rush after,” Christen asked softly. She knew something was going on between her sister and the midfielder.

“Hmm? Oh yea, all good,” Kristie tried to step around Christen.

“Kristie?” Christen gently grabbed Kristie’s arm as she walked past. “I know there’s something between the two of you, it’s ok.”

Kristie’s head shot up; eyes nervous at the declaration.

“It’s ok,” Christen repeated, rubbing her hand up and down Kristie’s arm.

“We’ve been together almost a year. I think she wants to start telling people, she mentioned it last night. But we both know Sam will lose her mind, no idea how you would react,” Kristie answered softly, knowing there was no point in denying it now.

Christen pulled Kristie into a hug. “It’s ok. I figured it out a couple camps ago. You guys are great together, even when you’re trying to hide it.”

Kristie hugged her back, letting out a small chuckle, “of course you figured it out.”

“No one else knows, if that helps, and Sam will never figure it out if you guys don’t tell her,” Christen reassured.

“I’m going to go talk to her, she always runs when she is stuck in her head,” Kristie pulled away, starting up the stairs.

“Hey Kristie,” Christen called her back, “she feels the same way,”

Kristie gave her a strange look but Christen just walked out the stairwell.

Slowly making her way into their shared room, Kristie heard the water running in the shower, she settled on the bed to wait.

Y/N walked out in loose sweats and a sports bra, drying her hair with a towel.

“Hey babe, feeling better?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, “I’m sorry about this morning, and uhh last night.”

“Christen knows,” Kristie decides to just cut to the chase.

“I’m not surprised,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “she always picks up on this kind of thing.”

“You’re ok with that?”

Y/N shrugged again, “she knows, not like I can change that.”

Kristie shook her head, Y/N was being difficult about this.

“Y/N/N,” Kristie trailed off, not knowing what else to add.

“Really, I am. It was going to start coming out at some point and Christen is pretty observant, I’m surprised it took her this long.”

“Alright,” the midfielder hesitated, “so what do you want to do now?”

Y/N shrugged again, pulling a shirt on, “we keep going as is I guess.”

“Give me something to work with here Y/N!” Kristie flopped on the back, rubbing both hands down her face.

“What do you want from me?” Y/N snapped. “What do you want from this? From us?”

Kristie sat up at the sudden outburst, Y/N looking at her, eyes hard. She cocked her head to the side, confused at the abrupt change.

“I want whatever you want Y/N/N,” Kristie began cautiously, “umm, I want you, to be with you, to continue to be your girlfriend. I’m not really sure what you want me to say.”

Y/N continued to stare at Kristie. Kristie staring back, having no idea what else to say, no idea what Y/N wanted to her to say.

Finally, Y/N’s shoulder dropped, chin dropping too, she took a shaking breath in.

Kristie softened, “there’s more to this than people finding out, isn’t there?”

Y/N shrugged, only to slowly nod.

“You want to be with me, with um, be together?” Y/N stammered out.

“Of course,” Kristie replied with no hesitation. “I am crazy about you Y/N, there is no one else I could picture myself, not now, not ever. What are you thinking?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders again, starting to pace the room.

“I don’t know, my mind just seems to be all over the place right now. What Sonnett said just kind of stuck with me yesterday and then us talking about how Sam would react, and I just really fucking miss you,” Y/N ran a hand through her hair frustrated.

Kristie got off the bed and grabbed Y/N by her biceps, squeezing them tight to get her attention, holding her firmly when she tried to pull away. When Y/N wouldn’t stop trying to pull away, Kristie wrapped moved to pull her into a tense hug.

“Listen to me Y/N,” Kristie started assertively, “Sonnett thinks she’s funny, there is no way you are not good enough for me. We are both fucking amazing people and are fucking amazing together.”

Y/N relaxed slightly in Kristie’s arms, Kristie pulled away, keeping her hands on Y/N’s arms.

“What if we just keep being us? Not tell anyone, no big speech or anything, but just us being us. You can hold my hand when you want, sit next to me at meals, I’ll make you my emergency contact. We can make out in front of Sam and see if she thinks we are just friends.”

Kristie smiled when that earned her a small giggle.

“I’m sorry for freaking out like this,” Y/N mumbled shyly, pulling herself back into Kristie’s arm, nestling her nose into her neck.

Kristie rubbed her hand up and down Y/N’s back, “you don’t have to apologize gorgeous, just tell me what’s going on in you head so I can help.”

“I’m just worried this means more to me than it does to you.”

Kristie’s hand stopped moving and tried to extract Y/N from her arms, only for Y/N to hold on tighter.

“I am so fucking in love with you Y/N,” Kristie said firmly.

This got Y/N to pull away, eyes wide.

“This means just as much to me as it does to you. You mean everything to me,” Kristie moved both her hands to Y/N’s head, holding it in place to make eye contact. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N whispered softly.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Cuddle Buddies

Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut! All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.

A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :

Okay so I don't know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they're dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn't realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)

Here it goes! I hope you like it!

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A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.

You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.

You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together.

You all talked, smoked, and created together. You and Rafa especially were always all over each other, keeping each other warm under blankets on the couch, watching movies while you ran your fingers through his hair, in one or another’s bed watching videos, or writing in tandem.

It was all good, cause Rafa was being a man-whore at the moment with several ladies, and you were just chilling. It was dope.

Almost.

It would have been all the way dope, except...

Except for the fact that you were in love with Rafa.

You loved sharing the same space with him, because you could smell him when he just got out of the shower, play in his silky hair, and feel his strong arms around you. And when he wore grey sweats…. Damn. You and your little bullet celebrated every time that happened.

Everyone could tell, except for Rafael. People ragged on you two so hard, that you vehemently denied it every time, to the point of getting heated.

One night, you side eyed the teaser through a cloud of smoke after catching Rafa’s grimace when they said you two should get together. Your mood sank at what you perceived was rejection.

“I would NEVER get with Rafa, that’s the homie. He’s like a brother to me. Ugh. Getting with my brother? No way. We’re just Cuddle Buddies.”

Rafa blinked and then took a toke.

“Exactly, we the homies. Platonic Ride or Dies. It’ll never happen.” He passed what he was holding and then stood up. “Cuddle Buddies till the end.” He sounded disgusted.

“I’m going to go get some food. I’m hungry. What does everyone want?” After everyone yelled out their orders, you offered to come with.

“Nah, sis. I’m good. Gonna clear my head. I’ll be back soon. Rafa peaced out and you sat back down with the crew.

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Ever since that night, Rafa seemed a little distant. He was always busy, and never had time to sit and kick it with you the last couple of weeks. You all never seemed to link.

One night, he was home when you came in with groceries.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know that you’d be here!” You put the groceries down on the counter while Rafa was at the stove, cooking up some pasta with marina.

“Mmmmmm. Smells good!” You went and stood very close to him, expecting him to give you a side hug, at least.

He just turned and glanced at you, a smirk lifting one side of his face.

“Will you never learn to keep an umbrella in the car? You always come in soaking wet from the rain.”

Here he was, shaking his head that you didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain. How could this talented genius ever want to be with you?

You just played it off, as usual. “I’m starving. I didn’t think I would make it through cooking, but you’re always clutch, Rafa!”

Rafa stood there and gaped at you.

“Uhhhhh… I thought you said you were driving down to the Vista to see your mom… I have someone coming over for dinner....”

“No. She’s decided to go on a cruise to Cabo with her bestie… she just called and told me as she was boarding the ship this afternoon. The hussy. Tryna be fast with her little friends.” You laughed.

“So, who’s coming over? UTK? Wayne? Jimmy?”

You jumped up on the counter and watched as Rafa put some french bread with butter and garlic in the oven. Smelled like heaven. Those guys would definitely invite you to stay.

Rafa wiped his hands on the towel that was hanging on the stove. And turned around to face you.

“Her name is Aurora.”

It was like he’d punched you in the gut. He’d NEVER brought one of his heauxes around. You fought the urge to double over, even though you felt nauseous. When you looked at him, he looked concerned.

“Hey, you okay?”

You jumped down from the counter and quickly nodded your head, laughing weakly.

“I...uh.. Yeah. Like I said, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, expecting to be at dinner with my moms by now.”

You grabbed your groceries, putting them up quickly and grabbed an apple, taking it to your room.

“I’m going to get out of your way in a minute, I’ll go over to Carla’s and hang with her tonight. We’ll probably go out and do what we do, you know?”

Rafa still looked worried.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You need more than an apple. Look, stay…”

“NO!” Your voice was raised and it startled you. “I mean, I’m not one to be a cock blocker. I’ll just get my stuff and get ready to go.”

Rafa just watched as you scurried into your room. Why did you feel like crying? Why did you feel as if you would never breathe properly again? You got out your phone and called Carla.

20 minutes later, you exited your room dressed for the club with your overnight bag. There was a strange smell in the room, and it wasn’t pasta. It was patchouli. You HATED patchouli.

You didn’t realize you were giving the gas face until Rafa came out of the kitchen followed by a short, but cute woman, with a body like, whoa.

Of course.

Rafa glared at you and you fixed your face. That bestie telepathy was on point. Then he looked up and down, as if he were judging your freakum dress. Well, fuck him.

“Oh, hey! Y/N, this is Aurora. Aurora, Y/N.”

Aurora ignored your outstretched hand and went in for a hug.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you intimately, just like Rafael.”

You tried to keep your face straight in reaction to her scent, then gave her a sideye.

Was it the inept way she rolled the ‘R’ in Rafael, or the thinly veiled shot at your relationship? Either way, you felt like slapping the shit out of her. You looked at Rafa, but then just cleared your throat.

“And I’ve heard so much about you as well. You’re all Rafa talks about.” He shook his head behind her. “Nice to meet you, but I’m headed out for the night.”

It was then that Aurora saw your bag and brightened up.

“Oh! You do look nice. Are you leaving, you sure you don’t want to stay?”

You could smell insincerity a mile away. Even patchouli couldn’t cover that up. You just smiled at her.

“No ma’am. I’ve got places to see and people to do.” You winked at them as you walked out of the door, holding up your umbrella. “Stay dry y’all.”

You made it out the door without crying of jack slapping that little bitch or Rafa. You were winning.

But why did it feel like you’d lost everything?

-----

You and Rafa successfully avoided one another for days. He was either over Aurora’s or you were with Carla, your mom, or just stayed in your room.

One time you passed Rafa and Aurora on the couch watching a movie on your way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Rafa’s head was in her lap.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Rafa’s slightly raised voice say: “Don't’ mess with the swoop, Babe.”

‘Babe.’ He called her Babe. That’s it. It was time for you to go.

You were cramping Rafa’s style. You just tiptoed back in your room, making little to no noise so that they could watch the movie in peace. You didn’t see Rafa looking at your door after you went in.

----

A week later, you let Rafa know your move out date.

“Wait. What?”

Rafa’s mouth was open. You repeated yourself.

“Well, I’m going to move in with Carla. She’s going to let me ride her couch until this other place comes open in three weeks. It’s a sweet deal, near the studio….”

Rafa’s mind was racing, you could see the gears turning.

“Well… why don’t you just stay here until then, we got a good thing going.” He looked upset. What was up with him?

“Rafa… I’m just in the way. You’ve got Aurora…”

“Hold up, wait. We aren’t even that serious. I mean, I just stopped seeing Bev and Chrissy. He looked at his watch. Last week.”

You laughed at Rafa’s fuckboi ways. “Well, what about me? I might want to date someone and bring them over…”

Rafa’s face changed.

“Bring someone over here…”

But it didn’t sound like an invitation, it sounded like a threat.

It was your turn to stare at Rafa. “What the hell…?”

He straightened up. “I mean, any of your guests are welcome here.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“See what I mean? Things are getting tense, I want us to stay friends, not be tight with each other all the time.”

Rafa grinned. “You said ‘tight.’” He dodged a couch pillow thrown at his head.

“What are you, a 12 year old?” You were rolling. He really was one of your best friends. But you needed space to get over yourself. And him.

“Okay. You grown. But just know that you don’t have to go. And know that I will miss the hell out of you.”

Rafa came over to hug you, and he held you longer than normal, and then kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, still in his arms and it was like…

You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I better go start to pack.”

Rafa stepped back. “Ok.”

Both of you hurried to your perspective rooms.

-----

One night, a couple of days later, Rafael came into your room without knocking.

“What did you say to Aurora?”

You were laying on your stomach on your phone, in just your t-shirt an panties. You rolled over and looked at him.

“What are you talking about?”

Rafa wasn’t yelling, but he was keyed up.

“What did you tell her the last time you talked?”

You put your head down to think, then brought it back up.

“I just said that I was going to miss playing in your hair when we watched movies, that I knew it was your favorite thing.”

Rafa nodded, then shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re the only one I let touch my hair. Aurora has barely been allowed near it.”

“That’s…. New.” You were perplexed.

“No it isn’t. Everyone knows I don’t like people messing with my hair. Aurora accused me of having feelings for you.”

You were sitting up now, crossing your arms and standing before Rafa.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Rafa looked like he was about to explode. He threw his hands up in the air and walked out of your room.

“OF COURSE IT IS! RIDICULOUS!” He was really agitated.

“Yeah, I know all too well that you think it's ridiculous for me to want to be with you. I don’t know what makes you think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Good enough for ME? You’re the one running around with all the model/actress types, you’re the one who thinks I’m beneath you. You said so that one night when you said we were ‘Platonic Ride or Dies.’”

“Here we go! Total distortion! Did you hear what you said before I said that? You said I was like your brother. Your brother. You think it’s that disgusting to be with me.”

“I just said that because you made a face when what’s her face said we should be together.”

“I made that face because I was imagining fucking your brains out. It was probably my cum face.”

You stopped and stared at him, mouth hinged open.

“The fuck?” You burst out laughing. “You are mad outta pocket Rafa.” Rafa was rolling too. “But you ain’t gotta lie.”

Rafa stopped laughing.

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

He was moving closer to you. This felt… dangerous. He looked up and down your body, and it was the first time you felt uncomfortable being comfortable around Rafa.

“Because you told me that you wanted to just be Cuddle Buddies a month after you came back from Canada. You drew a line in the sand.”

Rafa shook his head at you and smiled, green-blue eyes twinkling.

“I knew you were too zooted. I shouldn’t have tried to shoot my shot.”

“Run that back for me?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now.

“What I said was..I wanted to be Cuddie buddies. Cuddie is… you know…”

He pointed to your crotch.

You looked down, and then up at him again. “I can’t with you Rafa….”

Rafa tilted his head in that sexy way at you.

“Can you really not?”

You were stunned. Rafa continued.

“But I’m serious. When you came back with ‘Cuddle Buddies,’ I thought you were blowing me off and just wanted to be friends. So, I just settled into the friend zone.”

“Do you mean you’re attracted to me? Rafa, that’s funny as hell. You want me for my body?”

Rafa raised his eyebrows at you. “Hell yeah. C’mon girl. You know you’re fine.”

Your cheeks heated up. You stared at him for what must have been a solid minute. The possibilities of this alternate reality where Rafa liked you like you liked him opened up.

“But, Rafa... I don’t wanna be just cuddie buddies.”

“Oh. Ok, Cool….” Rafa cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at you.

“I want your heart.”

Rafa paused when he heard that and his face fell as he moved toward you. He took your arms in his hands.

“Y/N I'm sorry, I can't give you my heart.”

It was your turn to pick up your face.

“’Cause you already have it.”

His mischievous grin made your stomach flip. But you were mad.

“Fuck you, Rafa.” You were laughing with happiness, despite him playing too much.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Rafa swooped down and threw you over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting six months for that invitation.”

You were trying to kick and scream.

Raa swatted you on the ass, then smoothed his hand over the cheek that stung.

“The more you struggle, the more you’ll be begging me to stop in a few.”

You struggled some more, but he made it to your bedroom and deposited you on the bed. He glared down at you, all sexy green-eyed god.

“Try me, Y/N.”

You reached for the drawstring on his sweats.

“If you insist, Rafael.”

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You And That Guy

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: I Want To Be With You!

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Rei Sakuma (mentioned), Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Nyeli (OC by @watersofcamelot)

Summary: Ritsu brings up the question… ‘Hey, what do you think of Anija?’ The answer… Well...

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“What do you think of Anija?"

Ritsu had been loud and clear, hadn't he? After all, he wanted to get straight to the point with this. No sugarcoating, no beating around the bush, no fumbling around. Just one question, one very simple question. And yet Ann would still look at him in utter confusion, as if she had not understood what he was trying to say. Did she not understand what he had said, literally? No, that was not the point of the confusion, he was able to tell. She had heard him, she understood the phrase. Something else had her confused perhaps, or so was his guess.

“Uhm… This… Where… You know… Coming from?” She fumbled around a little with her words, trying to phrase it so he would at least understand.

“I’m just curious.” Ritsu began, first being rather dry and simple with his words but soon continuing with a sharper tone than before. “You two seem very close recently.”

This only resulted in her staring at him for a longer period of time. And not just she was, it seemed that it had also gotten Nyeli’s attention, given his ears wagged over and over and Ritsu could feel the kitty moving in his grasp, his head having most likely lifted itself up. Not to mention the quiet ‘Nye?’ from his lips…

“Close? Rei–San and I?” Ann repeated, tilting her head a little sideways. She was really clueless, wasn’t she? Ugh… What a pain.

“Yeah. You even use his first name.” Ritsu responded quickly. And yet he gulped all the same. It was as if he was terrified just asking and maybe in an odd way he was. After all, she could have many answers to that. No, there were many possible answers to his question. He wanted to know but at the same time something told him not to… It was a scary thought. What if he didn’t like the answer or something across those lines? What if something would be up with it? What if? What if!? He wasn’t sure. What if he was to regret this question? What if ignorance would have been bliss in this case? But could he back out now? Because if he did not ask her on the other hand he would be left clueless and wide awake… Or at least in a very light sleep. Could he handle the answer though? That was the better question… Maybe, maybe not. He hated the thought.He hated that it could plague his mind like that… Honestly, he didn’t know what the better option was – Ignore it or face it head on. He was scared of both outcomes after all…

“That? Ah— W… Well… There is you and Rei–San so—”

“You don’t call me ‘Sakuma–San’. do you now?” He countered, his voice forcing the calm tone yet the sharpness was all too obvious. He may as well be trying to throw daggers at her. Ugh… Why was this pissing him off!?

“I… Never did but—”

“So it should be fine to call that thing by that name, shouldn’t it?”

“Well… I… He offered too back then so—”

“Back then?” One of his questions was answered, some detail which really should not bother him at all. But it did… It did. Even worse, it hurt in some sense. Hearing that he offered… Ritsu just felt like making a fist and punching the next best wall in, preferably blowing it into pieces. This was just… Just…

And yet, she nodded, even if it had been a bit more on the timid side in the end as her nod was slow, very slow in fact, her face uncertain what type of expression it was supposed to make. “Yeah. Back then… When we met.”

“Right… Of course you two met…”

“Ritsu? Are you alright?” There it was, she didn’t exactly answer, only asking him with her voice. She had taken note of his unusual behavior and he had to sadly admit, it was difficult to keep up his usual poker face. He was so conflicted, his mind felt like some weird mess. His head hurt, kind of. He wasn’t sure what to believe exactly.

And yet, he decided to lie. Then again, she might have had a clue, regardless of his words. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

All she could do was nod, she had no idea after all. Or at least no direct confirmation. And yet, he proceeded, pressing on. Both options were killing him so it didn’t matter. And yet, he couldn’t believe his own words sometimes. “Don’t you think it’s too personal though?”

“Too personal? Not really…” Ann responded, then seeming to think for a moment yet thought aloud for a second there… “I mean… For a little while… Liking Rei–San—”

“You what!?” He interrupted her train of thought, his voice at the brink of cracking. He was loud out of nowhere, unusually loud. So much so that he felt Nyeli jumping out of his arms out of mere surprise and tapping somewhere to safety, though Ritsu was honestly not sure where. And it did not matter to him, not at this very moment. He just heard it… Didn’t he? Something he didn’t want to hear. Something which may as well be the equivalent to some bad horror movie… Not to mention that he stood there with wide eyes, his own face must be red from the sheer fury this thought put him into. Like? Did Ann just say she liked Anija!? And not just the usual like but— What kind of twisted joke was this!?

She had noticed though, the moment he raised his voice unusually high, making her shut up and cover her mouth for a moment. She knew. This should have never been said. And she clearly didn’t want to. He didn’t need to know. And if that was the case she was right, he did not have to know this nor did he ever want to know! She’s just mentioning this while getting cozy with his ‘older brother’ like that!? Oh how he hated to have even crossed his mind! He couldn’t think straight, now for sure not! He would just say whatever could come out of his mouth! Though the words would be stuck in there, he couldn’t say much else… This was just… Just…

Ritsu found himself shaking, trying to hold himself back. He just wanted to let loose but should he? No, he shouldn’t, not here. It cut deep though, very deep. How was he not supposed to stand there, trembling? This was just… All of it… To hell with it! Can’t this guy just go to hell already!? It was already enough that he disappeared but now—

“R… Ritsu! Explaining! I—” He heard Ann stutter yet he paid no attention to it. Instead he found himself yelling out of nowhere. It was one simple phrase yet it said everything he wanted to say at this moment. No more! Just no more! Just… Just…

“Shut up!” It was all he said, the last two words he would lose in front of her before suddenly going for the door and dashing right out. She probably told him to wait, wanting him to stay, but it was of no use. He just wouldn’t listen. And honestly, right now he just didn’t want to listen. An abrupt end but he couldn’t help himself.

‘Just stop talking!’

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