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Soul Eater: Dating The Trio x (F) Reader (Lime/Angst/Fluff)

For those who don't know who the trio is (in my view at least). It includes Death the Kid, Blackstar, and Soul.

To be honest, almost the entire class is excited, a new student at this time of the school year. You must be a really good weapon or meister to be allowed into Dr. Stein's class mid semester. The jittery buzz just couldn't be contained, as students tried to guess whether you were a weapon or a meister, what your weapon was if you were one, if you were a boy or a girl, and most importantly of all, if you were hot.

"Tch, why's everyone so excited it's just a new kid." Soul shrugged, as he threw his feet up on the desk in front of him, a few papers falling to the ground.

"Don't be so judgmental Soul, you haven't even met them yet." Maka rolled her eyes, as she shoved his legs off the table.

"It doesn't really matter who they are to me." Blackstar interrupted quite loudly, "because I am Blackstar, an assassin who can defeat even a God."

"Shut up Blackstar." Soul grumbled "you're literally yelling in my ear."

"Both of you shut up, I can't concentrate if you're bickering with each other." Kid interrupted, placing his pencil down as he rubbed at his temples.

"Whatever Kid." Blackstar grumbled, as he pushed Kid's pencil on the floor.

"You blue-haired idiot, my pencil was perfectly symmetrically placed and you ruined it, ruined it I say." Kid sobbed, as the three boys began arguing with one another.

Suddenly a loud creak from the classroom door silenced everybody, and there it was the moment the trio's and everyone else's jaws hit the floor. Shyly you walked into the classroom, your shoes clicking as they hit the floor, your hair shiny and silky, and your pretty skin seemingly glowing from the classroom lights.

"Class." Dr. Stein announced smoothly. "Meet Y/N L/N, our new student." Dr. Stein nudged you softly in the ribs, quietly asking you to introduce yourself.

"Hello everyone as Dr. Stein said my name Y/N L/N, I hope we can all get along and grow stronger together."

"Does anyone have any question for L/N." Immediately, almost everybody's hand shot up.

"I really don't wanna deal with this" Dr. Stein began walking out of the class, "well Y/N find somebody to sit by and answer their questions if you want I'm going on a smoke break."

"Umm alright sensei." You mumbled awkwardly, and as soon as the door shut you were bombarded with replies.

"Sit here pretty girl."

"I have a seat if you want it."

"No, no Y/N you should sit by me."

"You guys are loud." You murmured under your breath as the roar of children continued talking, as you made your way through the isles looking at desks and chairs to find a suitable seat. Quickly your eyes landed on the trio, and you dropped your bag between the middle of them on the table, plopping yourself in a chair.

"Now questions, you the girl in the bottom row what is it?" You pointed a finger lazily.

"Are you a weapon or a meister?" She timidly asks, her voice squeaking in embarrassment.

"I'm both, depending on my partner."

The entire class awes in astonishment, as you nonchalantly shrug. "Anything else."

"If your surname is L/N, does that mean your apart of that infamous tribe that's known for having that ability." You heard a voice somewhere in the back of you ask.

Closing your eyes, you nod, remembering your family. "Mhm."

"That's me Y/N L/N, daughter of the current leader of the L/N tribe."

"You know I'm apart of a clan too." You heard a voice scream on the side of you.

"You don't say." You hum quietly, as you open your eyes to look at the now grinning Blackstar.

"Yup, the name's Blackstar only heir left to the the Star Clan, but you can just call me your God." He laughs loudly, as he flexes his muscles.

"Calm down Blackstar, your gonna scare her and that's so not cool." A boy with sharp teeth, rolls his eyes hitting him on the back on his head.

As the two boys bickered you felt a hand touch your hair gingerly, "So symmetrical." He drooled, measuring you hair with a ruler.

"Umm okay." You thought to yourself, a little flattered and slightly weirded out as the boy brushed his hands through your hair.

"Any more questions." You asked, as you threw your feet up.

"What's your type hottie." A voice chuckled, the entire class agreeing with him.

"I don't really have a type I suppose." You shrugged "I just gotta like you for you."

Eventually the bell rung, and you made your way to the main hall having to pull free from the boy with black hair and white stripes as he murmured something about being asymmetrical garbage being compared to you.

Quietly, you stared at the mission bulletin board until you heard a group of footsteps behind you. "Do you need something?" You asked, plucking a paper off of the board.

"We just wanted to introduce ourselves properly, and we wanted to apologize." You heard a soft voice call.

You slowly spun around to meet face with the trio and their female friends (Maka, Liz, Patty, Tsubaki). "Apologize for what exactly?" You rose your eyebrows a little confused.

"For these three." Liz points her fingers at the trio, "More specifically him." Liz sighs heavily as Kid places his hand on your boobs.

"There perfectly symmetrical, why can't you both be more like her." He sobs, groping you rather roughly. Quickly you pull away from him.

"Umm, I don't think I have your names, besides Blackstar at least." You wave at him, as he pulls a cheeky grin from you remembering his name.

"Well I'm Liz, and that's my little sister Patty." She points towards the smiling blond girl.

"I'm Tsubaki." A girl with a long ponytail puts her hand out to shake yours quickly,

"And I'm Maka." A girl with light taupe ponytails smiles, quickly hitting a white-haired boy in the back of his head "and unfortunately this is my weapon Soul."

"Sup pretty lady." He grins cheekily, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't flirt with the new girl." Maka yells at the boy, as he ignores her smirking at you.

"And the boy who just finished groping you is Death the Kid." Liz sighs once again, as he sobs into her shoulder.

"It's been decided I'm nothing but garbage asymmetrical garbage."

Feeling a little bad for the boy, you pat his shoulder softly "I don't think your asymmetrical garbage Kid, your actually umm...quite symetrical to me."

"Really." He sniffles.

"Mhm." You nod sweetly, as Blackstar and Soul glare at Kid quickly pulling him away from you to teach him a little "lesson". (They totally didn't get their asses beat)

You giggle as you watch the three of them argue, Patty pulling the paper you were scanning out of your hand "Are you looking at missions Y/N."

"Mhm." You nod "Gotta find a partner though." Quickly all the boys turn their attention to you, surrounding you in a love-sick daze.

"You know Y/n I'd love to be your weapon, Maka is kind of a brute." Soul grins.

"No, no you definitely would want to be the weapon of Blackstar." The blue-haired boy puts one of his arms over your shoulder.

"Get off of her you oaf, she called me symetrical she would definitely would want to work with me." Kid kisses the center of your hand dramatically, bowing slightly. But, suddenly the three of them collapsed around you their female allies annoyed, except for Patty at least.

"You all have partners already." Maka screams loudly, as the boys sat solemnly while being reprimanded.

And seemingly out of nowhere you let out a laugh "You guys are funny, I think I'll stick with you guys."

You kiss each of the boy's foreheads before you walk off, laughing to yourself as you realize you might have a little fun here.

It's been 10 months since you met the trio, 10 months of pure and utter chaos. Having to deal with Kid's OCD, Blackstar God complex, and Soul's constant nosebleeds have given you the power to do anything. In fact, you’ve had to start buying black hair dye to cover the strands of gray appearing throughout your hair due to the three musketeers who's only fulfillments in life seemed to correlate with you.

Around the eleventh month mark, though, your relationship with them began to feel a little different. They were all a little touchier with you and each other, past teasing, which consisted of being tripped or pushed into a puddle of water, bloomed into random sexual touches and innuendos, and light playful glares had turned to yearning and longing stares.

And then it happened, truly it was so casual and smooth that the moment the four of you became an official couple, you hadn't realized until a few hours later. You lay there, sprawled across the entire trio's lap, scrolling through your phone, your mind foggy.

"So Y/N.." You heard Soul whisper.

"Mmh." You grunted, shimmying on his lap a little to indicate your listening, body sore from a mission you had just previously returned from.

"We all like you, so to keep us from causing any unneeded drama we want you date all of us, that sound cool." Soul placed his hand on your stomach tapping lightly.

"Huh? Yeah whatever..." You grumbled softly, placing your headphones in your ears as you closed your eyes.

To be honest when he asked you, your brain was really muddled from a tiring mission so in your head all you heard was "like" "we" and "cool", so to get them to leave you alone you agreed to "whatever" they were saying.

Later that night as you laid in bed you suddenly shot up "Wait did I agree to be their girlfriend." You rubbed the back of your neck tiredly, as you flopped back down into your sheets "Welp can't be that bad I suppose, what's the worst that could happen."

Scenarios/Headcanons with "Soul Eater"

Fluff

★ Really likes to have you lean on his shoulder while he plays the piano, he finds it really comforting.

★ When the other two boys aren't around he'll most definitely play a jazz vinyl and slow dance with you

★ Has an identical replica of the headband he wears for you; he won't force you to put it on but he thinks it'd be really cool if you did.

"Soul" You giggle softly as you bury your face in his shoulder as your feet softly make it back to the ground. For the past twenty minutes he's been spinning and waltzing you around the entire room. "Yeah, what's up pretty lady." He chuckles, lifting you into the air once again. "Kid and Blackstar are gonna be coming over soon you know." Breathy laughs escape your mouth as you watch his eyes widen. "Oh yeah, guess that's enough dancing for today huh babe." He strolls over to the jazz vinyl that's currently playing and stops the music. "Which reminds we why don't you want the other two to see us dancing." You flop down onto the couch on your back. "Because...." He mutters "Blackstar wouldn't let me live it down, and that'd be so uncool."

Angst

★ Almost ended your relationship with him because of how nonchalant he is; ended up allowing another girl to flirt with him while you two were on a date; he realized his mistake and apologized but deep down you can't seem to forget it

★ He tends to make you insecure without even knowing; whenever he drools over another girl's boobs he tends to talk about it all day making you wish your boobs bigger to match his expectations.

★ Whenever your both arguing and he gets annoyed he just walks out on you; thinks its a rational and cool way to avoid more irritation but it hurts you and makes him look arrogant and rude.

"I'm telling you Y/n, Blair's boobs are chef's kiss." He makes a smooching sound. For the past twenty minutes he's been going on about the cat witch Blair's boobs and you were becoming a little upset. "Umm Soul can we talk about something else now?" You looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. "I guess we can, but I'm telling you babe her boobs are just perfect." He smiles toothily. "That's great Soul, that's great..." Your words die off as you fold your arms over your chest, wishing that your boobs could meet your boyfriend's expectations.

Lime

★ Randomly bites you whenever your going anywhere this includes school; sometimes it has a sexual implication behind and sometimes it doesn't but at this point you've stop covering them up because you can't afford to spend any more money on foundation.

★ He lowkey likes seeing you angry and being told off by you; he just sits/stands there grinning as you scream for the third time that day; eventually gets so turned on that he just pulls you by the collar and starts biting your neck as you whimper softly; he might start doing things that purposely piss you off so you get on his ass.

★ If you've met his family, he'll sometimes get insecure that you'll leave him for his older brother Wes (the family prodigy) so if you wanna make sure he doesn't get insecure be real touchy with him in front of his family and I mean real touchy; rub yourself against him, casually sit on his lap, tug his hair, the whole combo they'll probably just think that you're an affectionate person but he knows the real motive behind it.

"Soul Evans are you even fucking listening." "I swear on Lord Death's name if you put your mouth on the carton one more time, I'm gonna strangle you." You groan exasperatedly as you watch Soul grin at you even harder on the couch as he runs his hands through his hair. The entire time you've been yelling at him he's been doing nothing but staring at your lips and tits as you complain. You watch as he stands up from the couch, and grabs you by the shirt, surprising you, as he whispers in your ear, "Fuck babe~ keep nagging I love it when you do." You stutter over your words when he starts to bite down on your neck harshly, "Soul don't b-bite so hard." You whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and tug in his hair "I'll see what I can do pretty lady."

Scenarios/Headcanons with "Blackstar"

Fluff

★ Loves to spar with you, doesn't matter if your stronger or weaker he'll still go at it with you; if your stronger than him he takes this as an opportunity to learn so that he can become the best; if your weaker than him then he gets to show off his skills and make you stronger alongside him (10/10 Stan positive Blackstar)

★ Calls you royal like nicknames like Goddess, deity, Aphrodite, and Queen; rarely refers to you by your real name anymore because that's how important you are to him.

★ Will most definitely randomly pick you up during different times of the day and spin around as you squeal and yell at him; doesn't stop until the two of you fall to the ground dizzy and nauseous but laughing nonetheless.

You stood in front of the sisters as Liz complained about how they failed another mission because of Kid's Symmetry habit; all you could do was laugh as Liz complained more and more until you were suddenly spun around in the air from who you automatically knew to be Blackstar. "Blackstar put me down." You hit at his back playfully as he went even faster losing his balance slightly. "No can do Aphrodite." A playful grin plastered on his face like usual. Suddenly Blackstar tripped over his foot from his dizziness causing him to fall as you landed on top of him. "Your an idiot." You snickered quietly, as he tried to steady his breathing and sight, a goofy grin on his face.

Angst

★ Most definitely has a superiority complex so trying to talk to him during serious situation is very difficult; occasionally disregards your feeling when you confide in him

★ Always charges into battles without thinking causing him to get really injured sometimes; you despise seeing him in such a state so you try to talk to him about it; ends up missing the entire point of the conversation making you feel ignored

★Always thinks he's right, and I mean always even if the true way is in plain sight; there's usually no point in arguing with him when he gets like this because it ends in a heated argument and you hurting each other (emotionally)

Blackstar the scroll literally gives us the answer don't go screwing this up for us." You state sharply, annoyed by Blackstar's antics. "I know what I'm doing Aphrodite." He screeches loudly, as he stands on top of an old rune, pulling at the emerald, green gem in the dead center. "Your gonna hurt yourself." After one last harsh tug he pulls the artifact out, smiling triumphantly as he throws it into the air, catching it. "See told y-" His words are cut short as the roof of the temple begins to rumble, large stone bullets pelting down at the two of you. "Shit." You both say in sync, before running down a hall and out of the temple trying to avoid being hit. You eventually get out, but unfortunately not in very good shape (for Blackstar at least). As he groans in pain, you wrap his obviously painful flesh wounds with spare linen bandages. "Blackstar you have to be more careful on missions." Tears threaten to escape your eyes as he lays his head against your chest as you both sit on the ground. "I hate when you put yourself in harm's way." You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm so awesome I told we didn't need that dumb scroll to pull the gem out." Blackstar fiddles with the gem in his hand, obviously not hearing what you had said. All you can do is sigh.

Lime

★ Loves to have some type of physical touch with you; whether it's just hand holding or his arm around your shoulder he gotta be touching you; but he especially loves when you full on sit on his lap and make out with each other during Dr. Stein's lesson; this boy craves PDA, he's gotta let everyone know who's your man.

★ He loves when you praise him in general, but sexual praise just boosts his already fat ego so much; most definitely brags to the Soul and Kid about it and becomes your personal slave for the rest of the day to hear more praises from you; give them to him sparingly.

★ Likes when you claim him in front of other people; he obviously claims you a lot so when you do it back makes him really proud and turned on; just kissing his cheek in front of everybody makes him really excited

The whole class is silent as you sit straddled across Blackstar's lap as he sloppily makes out with you. You moan into his mouth as you feel your body tingle from all the stares and silence. "Blackstar people are watching." You whisper into his ear, as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you tighter to him. He shrugs uncaringly "Let them watch Goddess, you deserve nothing but praise and worship." He pulls you back into his mouth for a few seconds before being hit in the head by Maka. "Can you two quit with the slobbering for a while some of us are trying to learn." He scoffs under his breath, quietly. "Your just mad that nobody'll kiss you, you ogre." He ended up with a few bruises at the end of the day.

Headcanons/Scenarios with "Death The Kid"

Fluff ★ He's now officially in charge of your make-up, skincare, and hygiene routine; he wants you to stay perfectly symmetrical at all times so hair grooming "his", nail care "his", eyebrow tweezing "most definitely his"; honesty it's just you being pampered 24/7.

★ Definitely loves when you pamper him during his symmetry breakdowns; and I mean the whole package baby-talking, ignoring Blackstar and Soul for a little as you whisper sweet words in his ears; planting kisses on his cheek; loves it so much that he has fake "breakdowns" so that he can have you baby him; you can totally tell when he's faking it though

★ Likes when you play with his hair finds it very comforting and relaxing and doesn't even mind if it becomes asymmetrical; he won't voice out what he wants though; however, he will place his head in your lap and bring your hand towards his hair

You're sitting down on the couch watching a movie as you hear the front door opening, you look towards the door to see Kid staggering tiredly, but not hurt. "Hey baby, how'd your mission go." He shrugs, half-assed and sits down on the side of you. You take no offense to it, assuming that it's because he's exhausted, and eventually he lays his head in your lap as you turn your attention back towards the Tv until you feel your hand being moved. You don't look down, but you feel it move towards Kid's hair until it suddenly just lays there. You smile to yourself. "You want something Kid." He moves your hand back and forth in his hair to suggest what he wants as he shuts his eyes. You oblige, pausing your movie and running your hands through his white and black hair until he completely dozes off.

Angst

★ It's really frustrating and tiring whenever you go on dates with him because he insists everything has to be perfect; even if you express that it doesn't need to be perfect; he feels that perfection should always be be strived for; if it isn't feel be in a sour mood for the rest of the week

★ He judges you really hard when you wear clothes that aren't symmetrical; and he gets really mean about it to, but he doesn't know he does; so in about 2hrs when he's done with his tantrum and wants to talk to you he doesn't even know why your refusing to even look at him.

★ Blames you if for any reason you both fail a mission; because he's Lord Death's son he doesn't think he make mistakes ; so if he thinks your 'screwing up" a little to much for his liking he'll just ignore you and try to get the job done himself muttering "useless" under his breath

You had just picked up a beautiful ivory white shirt at the mall today and you were so excited to see your boyfriend's reaction to it. Quickly you run upstairs to his room and open the door, causing him to look up from his book. "Kid," You giggle excitedly, as he puts a bookmark in between two pages. "What do you think." You twirl slowly, to show off your new top. "I got it at the mall today, Soul and Blackstar thought it was cute, but they think I look cute in everything, so I came to you instead." You watch as he eyes you up and down, a disgusted look creeping onto his face. "It's disgusting." "Yeah, I thought it was cute- wait what." You backtrack your words as Kid gets out of his chair walking over to you. He roughly pulls at the shirt not tearing it off of you but damaging the material and the hemming of it. "It's not even symmetrical you idiot, can't you at least try to look good sometimes." Tears fill your eyes as you slowly back away from Kid, who's engulfed in frustration. "Do I need to feed you as well Y/N, considering the fact that I must dress you also." You shook your head no, as you tried to speak. "I just wanted your opinion on it Kid." "Tch I'm not dating a baby Y/N, wipe your tears and come and speak to me when you've matured." You sniffle, quickly, running down the stairs to sob in a nearby bathroom. After about an hour you left the bathroom, eyes puffy, and red, and throat sore as you bumped into Kid. "Dear why are your eyes so red." He places his hands on your shoulders, having calmed down from his tantrum. You sniffle and pull out of his grasp, leaving him confused as you head towards the front door.

Lime

★ Look me in they eye and tell me this man doesn't scream body worship; if you say no your a pathological liar because he does; he compliments your appearance so often that even if you were insecure those feelings completely disappeared; hates when you cover yourself during intimate moments so if you do he praises and worships whatever your covering so you feel more comfortable.

★ He's lowkey a bondage man; but won't use ropes or anything harsh on your skin it's more likely that he'll use soft black and white binds to suspend you in the air so you aren't uncomfortable.

★ Loves to see you in pretty lingerie, very gentle and delicate when he's peeling it off of you; goes absolutely feral when your finally fully bare though; your not leaving the bed with without a limp; the color white is one of his favorite colors on you because it seems to radiate innocent and niaveness, black however is a pretty close second.

You stay buried under the sheets, lacy panties and a plain bra being the only covering your naked body as Kid neatly hangs up his shirt, pants, blazer and almost everything else he's wearing. You can't help but feel a little insecure, well, a lot insecure as Kid stands in front of you practically bare, his cock semi-hard in his briefs. This was the first time you had been naked together and you were a little nervous. What if Kid thought your body was gross? What if he gagged in disgust? Or worse vomited. "Kid I don't think I can do this." You gripped onto the sheet tightly, as he walked towards you in confusion. "Are you feeling worried, we don't have to do this of you don't want to, I won't feel upset." You shake your head, no "It's just that what if you think it's gross." "What's gross..." He reaches over to you, causing you to quickly pull away. "My body..." Your sentence trails off, as Kid roughly yanks the sheet off of you, trapping you under his frame. He hurriedly kisses your body as you squirm underneath him, wrapping your arms around your neck. "You're so beautiful dear, you don't ever need to insecure around me beautiful." He kisses down your stomach roughly. You tilt your face to the side to try and hide your embarrassment as Kid kisses dangerously close to your cunt. "Don't look away dear." He tilts your head towards him lovingly. "Allow me to kiss those insecurities away please." All you can do is nod, as you squirm and arch from his lips kissing you all over.

Headcanons/Scenarios for "The Trio"

Fluff

★ It's always chaotic when all three of them are around; definition of "crackhead energy"; most poly dates are at an amusement/water park, Soul and Blackstar's idea not Kid's; he actually kind of hates them but enjoys them for your sakes; you most definitely will be thrown into the water by the Soul with Blackstar as an accomplice of sorts; but with a few blinks of your puppy dog eyes you can get Kid on your side to dunk Soul as payback.

★ Everybody in the house has their own chore; Kid does all of the cleaning; You do most of the cooking (don't worry even if it isn't good the boys will still eat it); And BlackStar and Soul do most of the manual labor like cutting the grass or repainting a room.

★ Soul, Blackstar and Kid are all good with kids but for different reasons; Blackstar relates to their energy and hyper activeness if not even more and gets them tired and tuckered out pretty easily which makes him perfect for nap time; Kid is more of the orderly type of parent meaning everyone's birthday is memorized, favorite foods and drinks are always kept in stock and constantly has the upper hand on sports dates and other hobbies; whilst Soul is like the cool laid-back uncle who tells kids how they should deal with bullies, how to stand up for themselves and picks them up out of school early so that they can go hang out at some dingy arcade and eat greasy pizza.

"Blackstar, I swear on Lord Death's name I will kill you. Don't throw me into the water." You screamed loudly at Blackstar who was too busy laughing at you as laid thrown over his shoulder. "Don't worry Goddess, I wouldn't drop you." He easily throws your limp body over to Soul as if you were a ball and their playing a game of catch. "But Soul might." You squirm and whine in Soul's grasp as you tug at his hair in a futile attempt to make him let you go. Yet, if anything it seems to get him more pumped up and before you know it, you're beneath the pool water surface you hand easily touching the bottom of it, until you find your balance and push your way back to the top. You scramble and sputter as you cling to the pool side wall as Soul smirks at you, the image of you closely resembling a drowned rat. You let out a shaky sigh and hop back onto the poolside, your hair waterlogged, and your clothes soaked, as you lay your wet body beside Kid on a towel as he glances over at you, witness to the whole scene momentarily. " Are you alright dear." He reaches over to rub your back as you curl into his touch and sigh. "Stupid Soul... now my hair is all wet and frizzy." You yank at your locks of hair in pity and curl into Kid's body who's still gently soothing you with his hand. You pout and look up at him with the most innocent doe eyes you can muster, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at any given moment. "Help me get back at him please Kid." All Death the Kid can do in the moment is gulp, nod, and look away because who knows what he might do next of he doesn't. And it may possibly include fucking you right on the poolside until you're too weak to even go back into the water.

Angst

★ Accuse you of having a favorite boy when the seeing you hanging around somebody for unusually long periods; you try to explain that's not the case, but it doesn't really help when the boy in question has a smug look slapped on his face as he sarcastically answers their questions; everyone goes to bed hurt and upset.

"Why can't you two understand that there's nothing more special with Kid than there is with you two." You scream at a Soul and Blackstar with your head between your hands. "Then why have you been spending more time with him than you have with us." Soul's accusatory tone and Blackstar's mindless agreements sets off a spark in you as you stand up abruptly and get in their faces. Pointing a finger at them you poke Soul and Blackstar in the chest. "Maybe I spend more time with Kid because whenever I'm with you, you slobber all over some other girl's boobs." You turn your attention towards Blackstar "and maybe I'm never with you because it always ends up with me getting your ass out of trouble or with you bragging about your huge ego." You punch a nearby wall out of frustration and let tears leak out of your eyes until you hear Kid snickering under his breath about how Soul and Blackstar aren't good enough for you anyway. Shaking your aching hand off to the side, you stomp up to Kid and grip him by his shirt. "Stop saying shit like that, I love all three of you equally and if you can't get that through your thick skull then maybe..." You turn to face towards Soul and Blackstar "I shouldn't be with any of you." You wipe your tears with the back of your hand and trudge upstairs, slam the door shut, and let your soft cries whimper through the house as the three of them look at each other and then at themselves in shame.

Lime

★ 24/7 group sex; you can't escape them even if you tried; if you were really really adamant about not letting them, take you all at once; they'll each wait and stroke themselves as they wait their turn to fuck you; they'll still nag you about constantly though to convince you to change your mind; trust me you will eventually give in because their really annoying.

★ 10/10 would definitely try to fuck while you were out on group missions; It usually starts with you minding your own business and you kill and eating kishin egg souls; when usually Soul or Blackstar decide you look way to sexy, eating and killing for your own good; Kid ends up noticing their lustfulness and mocks them for a few moments before falling victim himself; they'll eventually convince you that your the needy one and they'll each take you one by one as the the other two deal with the mission; (Lord death has stopped assigning you four group missions)

"Come on babe, just a quickie." You hear Soul whisper in your ear as you chow down on another kishin egg soul. "No Soul, not right now." You push him away firmly, "If I give you one, Blackstar and Kid are gonna ask to." He grumbles something that you can't quite catch under his breath and grabs you by the waist. He rubs himself against his backside so that your forced to feel his hard-on. You swallow thickly and squirm away from away from. Unfortunately, his grasp is a little too strong and you're only riling him up. "Come on baby, I know your just as horny as I am." "But if your serious then I'll leave you be." He slowly starts to remove his hands of you and pull away to which you quickly protest. "Soul.... more please." You mumbled pulling his hand back in you. Quickly he turns you around so that you're facing him and sticks his hand underneath your clothes fondling at your breasts with his hands being weirdly cold. "Soul..." You whimper as you erratically grind your hips into his crotch. "Shit...mhm... I'm right here baby 'm not going anywhere." You can feel your panties getting stickier as you come close to your orgasm, but you suddenly interrupted by two other voices.

"Aphrodite?"

"Darling."

Two voices pull you out of your babbling mind space and back into the ancient runes that you had forgotten you were in. "No fair Soul, how dare you try to have My Goddess without me." Blackstar quickly rushes over dropping a cloth bag out of his hand that most likely contained the artifact that you were sent to retrieve. Your head flinches in the direction as the object almost hits the ground, but luckily Kid is nearby and reaches out to grab it before it falls onto the ground. You huff a sigh of relief and flick Blackstar in the middle of his forehead for his carelessness. "Blackstar be careful... that artifact was the entire..." Your words slur off quickly as Blackstar licks and sucks at your neck leaving red marks in place. "Not s-so much teeth Blackstar." Your words die in vain as Blackstar immediately bites down onto your neck causing you to arch you breasts right into Soul's face. "F-Fuck let go." You pull out of Soul's and Blackstar's grips and rush over to Kid's side. Wrapping an arm around Kid pulls you in front of him as she scoffs at has two other lovers. "Do you to have any decorum at all." Soul clicks his tongue at Kid, slightly insulted. "Oh please, we know you want her just as much as we do." Kid rolls his eyes as his other hand reaches down and cups your pussy causing you to lurch forward. "I meant that if you're going to touch her at least be swifter with your movements. She's quite a bit needy when it comes to her clit." The three of them only look at each other, smirk, and begin to surround you. You only whine as you know it's going to be a long mission.

You definitely can't tell which of the boys are my favorite........

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tsukimara · 1 month

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Hi,

I have a request:

Crona x fem!reader

Reader helps Crona with their homework.

જ⁀➴ Homework help

✰ Pairing: Crona x fem!reader

✰ Summary: Fem!reader helps Crona with their homework!

✰ Warning: None

✰ Thank you very much for request! I hope it's not too short.

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• Homework? Help?

• Crona will definitely need help with their homework, but they are too shy to ask others for help and they don't want to add more work to Maka.

• What about you? But then you'll have to help them and then do your own homework as well.

• Fortunately, you noticed that your dear partner was having a little problem (They kept whispering they don't know what to do) so you asked them if they needed help with their homework.

• Crona will be overjoyed when you offer to help them, but they'll keep asking if it's okay (they want to be sure).

• So after school you invite them to your house.

• With your help, Crona will be able to complete his homework faster without any problems.

• Well, unless Ragnarok decides to interrupt you at this point, which is very likely but all you have to do is bribe him with sweets (Then he will calm down more).

• And as a reward, you will kiss him on the cheek, which will make him look red and nervous, but he won't complain (He even smiles a little!)

• I think that at the end of the day, when Crona is getting ready to leave, he will kiss you on the cheek as well

• After this whole situation, they will hide their face in the pillow mumbling how they will show themselves to you tomorrow after that kiss (Someone stop Ragnarok from making fun of Crona).

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You sighed when your teacher gave you homework again, you could tell by the content that it wasn't going to be easy. When you were about to pack your books, you heard your beloved partner start whispering something to themselves, at the same time, they were slightly tugging their hair. It seemed like they were having trouble understanding their homework but were too shy to ask for help.

"Do you need help with your homework?" I put my hand on their shoulder to stop them from pulling their hair.

"...But you still have to do your homework-" "It's okay Crona. I'll help you and do my at the same time." They thought for a moment but then smiled slightly and nodded in agreement so after class you invited them to your place.

Once you were at your house, you offered them something to drink and then you started doing your homework.

"At the beginning, you need to read it to understand the task, then it will be easier for us." While you were trying to explain the task to them, suddenly Ragnarok came out and started stretching Crona's cheeks.

"Here." You gave Ragnarok a package of candies to finally calm him down and leave Crona alone. Surprisingly, you finished the task faster than you thought without any problems.

"Great job Crona!" You noticed how nervously they looked to the side and started playing with their sleeves.

"Without your help, I definitely wouldn't have made it-" They didn't even have time to finish their sentence before you kissed them on the cheek.

"And here's the reward!" You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing as Crona tried to say something but kept tripping over their own words. Ragnarok didn't even hold back and started laughing at them.

As you walked them to your door, Crona suddenly stopped and quickly pecked you on the cheek. To say you were surprised was an understatement, you stood in the middle of the room like a pole.

"Uhh... I'm sorry!!" Crona exclaimed realizing what they had just done and quickly ran out of your house. You just put your hand to your cheek and smiled.

At the same night, Crona was mumbling in their pillow about how they would show up tomorrow after what they did.

"You idiot, stop feeling sorry for yourself and pull yourself together!" Ragnarok took the other pillow and started hitting them with the pillow (Don't worry, Crona is fine).

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memethebum · 5 months

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Got my @sesecretsanta fic out for @moriohpissky :D

Hope you like ittt 😭🙏🏽

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“Hey, how much longer till’ those cookies are ready Eater?” Spirit shouted from his seat on the living room couch, causing Soul to bristle at the question.

“40 fuckin’ minutes. Now ask me that question one more time and I’ll shove these cookie cutters down your-“

“Ugh, can you two get along for ONCE,” Maka grumbled over Soul before he set the whisk he was holding down and turned his head to see the young woman pouting on the couch next to a suddenly intimidated Spirit.

“I’m sorry Angel, it’s just that-“

“No, I’m through with your excuses. You promised me you’d stop being so crabby with Soul the day he proposed, and it’s been what a year and a half and I still don’t see any improvement!” Maka continued while dropping the photo album she was working on upon the table in front of her with an elongated huff.

A terse silence then began to make it’s way across the apartment, forcing Soul to realize that it was his turn to comfort Maka about the situation.

“Your old man….isn’t all that bad anymore though. I mean, he gave us his blessin’ for marriage so I guess….” Soul started, only to become lost within his erratic thoughts about his father-in-law’s odd behavior on the night he asked him to green-lit the imminent proposal.

“I know the kind of man you are Eater, so let’s see how much marriage changes that. Especially with-“

“Hi Mama!” Maka tittered over Soul’s train of thought as he picked up the whisk again and slowly started to toss the dry ingredients together, all while keeping his ears perked on the conversation behind him.

“Yea, I already set up the guest room for you and…is that this week?” his wife then mumbled, causing the younger Deathscythe to come towards a standstill once again.

“But I don’t understand…you-you couldn’t even come for the wedding and it’s about to be Christmas so I thought…no-no I don’t want to hold you up…no it’s-ok bye Mama,” Maka whispered before tapping a finger onto her phone screen, chucking her phone upon the sofa, and making a sprint towards the bathroom.

Soul immediately set the bowl he was holding down onto the counter and scurried in the direction Maka ran towards. He was able to reach the narrow hallway just as a few muffled sobs began to leak from behind the bathroom door.

The Deathscythe could feel Spirit standing a few feet behind him before he slowly rapped his knuckles against the door and then heard his wife let out a low cough in between her sobbing, which served as all the feedback he needed to silently turn the doorknob and enter the bathroom with a solemn expression.

Soul then watched while Maka looked up at him from the corner she’d wedged herself into within their small bathtub, only to shake her head a moment afterwards and haphazardly kick at a bottle of conditioner laying beside her.

“Hey…,” Soul mumbled before flopping into the bathtub as well and gently circling an arm around his wife’s back.

“I just-just don’t get why she has to raise my hopes just to do this,” Maka lamented while resting her nose onto the crux of Soul’s neck, probing him to nod through the pinpricks forming on his shoulder.

“It’s really fucked up,” Soul commented before pushing back a few strands of Maka’s hair and noticing the way her usual valiant demeanor seemed to be sapped away from her each time she failed to muffle her crying.

Fucked up enough for me to get to the bottom of all this crap myself Soul thought, hoping that his embrace would be enough to let his wife know that her unrestrained crying was the bravest thing she could do in such a shitty situation.

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I can’t believe it’s worked so far the Deathscythe noted while skirting past the babble of families occupying the halls of Death City Airport.

He could feel a few watchful eyes on him, although he was completely certain it was because of his title as the “last Deathscythe” after customs had let him into the terminal once he’d agreed to take a few pictures and scribble out some autographs.

“34 D will be boarding soon,” a voice announced through the airport intercom, causing Soul to push through the crowd before him at an erratic pace.

“Watch where you’re-Eater?” a man then barked at him after being flitted to the side.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here???” the Deathscythe hissed as Spirit turned to face him with a scowl.

“I could ask you the same thing,” his father-in-law grumbled, eliciting Soul to let out a groan in agitation.

“Never mind, I don’t have time for this shit. The receptionist said the next flight for Paris-“

“It’s 34 D? Yea, that’s why I’m here too kid,” Spirit spoke over Soul, probing both men to glance at each other for a split second before they began to push through the crowd once more.

“Guess I can’t complain about ya’ being here all that much, since I hardly know what the lady looks like,” Soul commented, probing a scoff out of the older Deathscythe.

“You’ll be able to tell. She’s got a pretty scary aura…which is probably where Maka gets it from too,” Spirit replied, only to be pulled to the side by Soul a moment afterwards.

“Is that her??” the younger Deathscythe whispered while pointing to a woman situated in one of the airport seating areas.

“Yup, that’s her all right,” Spirit sighed, allowing Soul a quick moment to silently judge his mother-in-law.

She does have a scary energy going on about her Soul noted as he watched the way Kamiko Bushida smoothed through her raven locks of hair with one hand while deftly holding an open magazine ontop her crossed legs with her other hand.

“Lady looks way too fuckin’ cozy to be-“ Soul started, only for his scowl to turn into a look of confusion once Spirit began to march forward.

The younger Deathscythe skidded after him just as Kami looked up with a bewildered expression and loudly slapped her magazine shut.

“Kami.” Spirit enunciated while the woman began to narrow her eyes at Soul once he meekly stood next to his father-in-law.

“Spirit. Can I…help you?” she hissed, forcing Soul to subdue his growing urge to step a few feet back.

Alright, alright remember why you’re here Evans. Someone has gotta get this lady off her high fuckin’ horse…for Maka’s sake he noted before watching Spirit take a step forward with a leveled expression.

“I know I have no right to come here after you, but fuck Kami this isn’t about me. This is about Maka and how much she was looking forward-“

“It’s a shame her feelings had to be crushed like that because of someone else’s actions,” Kami cut over Spirit, causing the older Deathscythe to silently gape at her while Soul began to take a few tentative steps forward.

“Oh so you wanna punish your own daughter for something she couldn’t even control? Is that why you just treat her like a toy you can get bored of after a monthly phone call?” Soul seethed out before watching the woman turn her head in his direction as the flight attendant behind them began to unlock the plane entrance.

“First off young man, you have no right to assume the kind of relationship I have with my daughter. And secondly, Maka understands that my line of work keeps me busy. It’s a shame to see how she has a sensible mind on her but ended up marrying such a-“

“Oh no, don’t you start projecting me onto him Kami. You’re pulling a lot of lows here but that-“

“OH, I’M PULLING LOWS NOW?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CAME HERE WITH YOUR HOOLIGAN SON-IN-LAW TO CORNER ME INTO A TOWN I NEVER WANT TO STEP FOOT IN AGAIN!” Kami then screeched, causing a few people around them to flinch at the sudden rise of her tone.

“No one is trying to bring you back there, I swear! We just want you to meet Maka at least once, maybe grab some donuts from the airport Death N’ Donuts or even-“

“What the hell did we say to make ya’ jump to that conclusion?” Soul cut over Spirit’s pleas, probing Kami’s eyes to widen at the question.

“It’s not about what you said, it’s about you two even being here,” the woman elaborated before the younger Deathscythe let out a low whistle.

“So what you’re sayin’ is that you can’t even find a reason to start jumping to conclusions-“

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I-“

“No, no lemme explain it for ya’. See, I got a lot of experience with a shitty parent myself, so I can kinda call it when I see it. Now the old man here-,” Soul elaborated before sticking his thumb out at Spirit.

“He was a shitty husband and kinda a shitty dad when me and Maka first partnered. But, I never saw the old man stop tryin’ to push past all that. Sure he’d bitch and whine when Maka would bring it up, but that didn’t really stop him. You see what I’m gettin’ at here? You can stay away from your past, but you gotta acknowledge the way you’re screwin’ up in the present. Maybe then you’d see why we’re the ones here and not my wife,” Soul monologued, only to feel something warm come splashing against his arm while he slowly became aware of how he’d essentially released all the internal anguish he had for a woman he’d only ever previously met once in his life.

“I-I’ve had enough. I don’t need to hear any of this,” Kami gasped as she stared between the cup of coffee she’d spilled onto the tiled airport floor and the security guards marching in their direction.

“Oh and one more thing…” Soul coughed out before the woman turned her back towards him and Spirit.

The younger Deathscythe then unzipped the duffle bag he’d been lugging around the entire airport and carefully picked up the item he’d stowed within it.

“Merry Christmas,” Soul finished while placing the picture album Maka had designed onto the seat closest to Kami, which allowed him a brief moment to watch as his mother-in-law stared at the item with tear-stained eyes before the security guards began to lead him and Spirit away from her.

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“You’ve got some guts saying all that to her kid,” Spirit sighed while slumping further into his seat.

“Yea, well I was hardly thinkin’ shit through when I did that,” Soul replied as he glanced at the wall clock that’d been fixed near the entrance to the airport security office.

Let’s just hope they let us outta here before Maka starts to worry the younger Deathscythe then thought while watching Spirit give him a sideways glance before facing forward and proceeding to clear his throat.

“Ma’am, I know we both broke a few airport security laws and all, but could you let my son go this one time please. Would it be so hard to let him spend his first Christmas as a married man with his wife-,”

“Sorry sir, but you’re gonna have to wait for my boss to get back here and decide if we can let you two go,” the security guard murmured over Spirit before shifting in her seat and going back to scrolling through her phone.

His what??? Soul thought to himself while watching Spirit’s face mold into a grimace.

“Honestly, you’d think people would have a heart around this time of-“

“Your…son huh?” Soul then questioned over Spirit’s misgivings, causing the older Deathscythe to give him a bewildered look before his expression mellowed into a slight scowl.

“I know you’re not that dumb, Eater. Probably in denial but definitely not an airhead when it comes to things like this,” Spirit whispered while tipping his head backwards against the cream colored office wall.

“Then…”

I know the kind of man you are Eater the younger Deathscythe abruptly recalled before watching his father-in-law furrow his eyebrows at his sudden pause.

“Ya’…really don’t hate my guts?” Soul eventually questioned.

“I did. Still kinda do sometimes, but I can’t deny the good you’ve done for my daughter. When I found out that frog witch and her wolf boyfriend advised you to talk to Stein and Marie about proposal advice, I was pissed. You know why?” Spirit responded, eliciting Soul to gape at the man before he answered his silence with a low scoff.

“It’s because I knew Maka would say yes. She loves you and Death, no matter how much I wanna deny it, I can see why. You’re a pretty good kid at heart Soul, and y’know what? I’m glad I got a son-in-law that’d be insane enough to get locked up in a airport security office with me on Christmas Eve just for Maka,” his father-in-law then elaborated, probing Soul’s eyes to go wide at the sudden confession.

“D-don’t tell anyone I said any of that crap, ALRIGHT! How about we just…uh call this a truce,” Spirit finished before stretching a hand out to Soul, who met his eyes for a split second and then let out a sneer at how his father-in-law began to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yea, guess a truce wouldn’t be all that bad dad,” Soul exclaimed while clasping his hand against Spirit’s, only to hear the office door violently slam against the wall a moment afterward.

“UGH FINALLY!” the two men heard a voice shriek out before watching the security guard drop her phone in shock and then being crushed against Maka’s quivering figure.

“I don’t know if I should hit you two upside the head with a hardcover or hug you to death!” Maka exclaimed as her grip against them became increasingly tighter.

“Think it’d be really nice if you chose neither of those two,” Soul choked out before his wife let out a small chuckle and pulled away her arms to directly face them.

“Maka angel, we-“

“It’s ok Papa. Stein and Marie already told me your plan while we were driving here. I came to get my family, nothing else. Can’t really celebrate Christmas without you guys, right?” Maka exclaimed over Spirit’s consoling while reaching down and planting a quick kiss onto the older Deathscythe’s forehead.

Soul then watched as Spirit’s eyes softened from the action, only to feel Maka’s lips press against his own soon after.

“Eugh, I’m gonna go look for Stein and Marie,” the older Deathscythe grumbled just as Soul deepened the kiss, only to let out a huff in protest once his wife separated their lips a second after.

“Oh, um about that. I may or may not have…punched a security guard to get here,” the young woman exclaimed, causing both men to level a startled gaze at her.

The reaction seemed to fit what Maka had been anticipating, as she gave Soul another chaste kiss before pulling him up from his seat.

“Guess we should head out, that way I can apologize to the security guard and let him meet the two men I’d kill for,” Maka finished before taking Spirit’s palm into her free hand and pulling both men out of the office. Soul couldn’t help but let out a sigh at his wife’s words, although it soon turned into a slight grin once he noticed his father-in-law attempting to stifle his tears of happiness.

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takeyourcyanide · 2 months

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Cycle (Part 2)

(Soul Eater fanfiction)

Word count: 4 209

Summary: In this part, Stein is sent after Spirit since he hasn’t shown up to work in multiple days. Extremely melodramatic shit ensues!

Note:

I’m not sure how much I like this, to be honest. I’ve written better lmao. But have this!!!

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“How did I know that I’d find you here,” Stein rhetorically teased his former weapon-partner, strolling confidently into the vibrantly painted Chupa Cabra’s, his hands in his coat pockets.

“Shut up, Stein,” Spirit slurred his words together, his flushed cheeks, and sloppy movements giving his certain inebriation away immediately.

The sun had begun to set a half hour ago, and Spirit had not shown up to work in a few days. Lord Death requested that Stein fetch the man, to inform him that he needed to at least call in sick if he happened to be ill.

Stein had already searched his apartment just to find no sign of the redhead. A pinching feeling in his gut told him that Spirit was most likely spending his time in his favorite pub.

“What’chu doin’ here?” Spirit sounded as though he was not truly present in the moment, somewhere far away in his hazy state of mind. His eyes were clouded over and filled with sorrow and hurt. His soul quivered with a mash of rejection, fear, anxiety, and despair. Stein had never seen Spirit so far down in the pits before.

“You haven’t been to work in days, Spirit, and you didn’t notify Lord Death or anyone that you were going to be absent,” Stein explained, walking calmly over to Spirit’s booth and taking a seat in front of him. There was a large bottle of vodka on the wooden table, nearly entirely empty. There were a multitude of shot glasses present, as well. The smell of liquor radiated off of the weapon. The odor fit his disheveled appearance rather well.

“Oh… Yeah,” the death scythe drawled, resting his spinning head down upon the table, avoiding Stein’s intense gaze. “‘M sorry,” Spirit choked on a small, pitiful sob, a sudden burst of tears falling from his eyes.

It had been clear to Stein from the moment he saw Spirit’s greasy, messy hair, and deep eye-bags, that he was in a fragile headspace, but he didn’t exactly expect him to begin crying almost as soon as he walked through the door.

Stein’s body tensed as he observed the weapon’s shaking shoulders. He did not know what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to attempt to comfort the male? Was he not supposed to do anything?

“Why are you sorry?” He curiously prodded the drunkard, awkwardly fiddling with the inseams of his pockets.

“‘M letting everyone down,” Spirit lifted his head, staring directly into Stein’s indifferent eyes. “Maybe tha’s why Maka doesn’ lobe me.”

Spirit’s bottom lip quivered as violently as his soul, his cheeks were drenched with his own tears. His body shook even harder as he bawled like a newborn.

A few other patrons of the pub, as well as the employees, watched the scene from out of the corners of their questioning eyes. Stein figured this would be commonplace at an establishment such as this.

“Come on, let’s go home, Spirit,” Stein mumbled, stumbling on his words. He stood slowly from the booth, reaching his hands out towards Spirit’s shoulders as a silent request for him to rise up.

“Are you mad at me?” Spirit stared up anxiously at Stein, chewing on his fingernails as they stepped out of the building.

“No,” the meister responded plainly, glancing over at Spirit’s face. “You know, you look pretty when you cry,” Stein observed how the man’s cheeks and the very tip of his nose turned the same red as his hair, how shining droplets rested delicately upon the ends of his long eyelashes, how his eyebrows flitted upwards slightly, and how his pink, chapped lips pouted in a juvenile manner.

Stein either was indifferent to another’s tears, annoyed by them, or infatuated with them. Some people simply cried so beautifully that they looked like they belonged in a renaissance painting. Sometimes it was even entertaining to him. It was also incredibly fascinating. The sadistic part of him enjoyed how vulnerable the other was, how he had the control, how he could easily ruin the other. He wouldn’t tell Spirit that, though. He figured it wouldn’t do any good.

“Huh? You’re weird,” Spirit wiped at his nose with the black sleeve of his suit jacket, leaning on Stein’s shoulder as he could hardly walk.

Stein chuckled, smirking in response. “Oh, and by the way… I’m not sure if I should ask this right now, but why’d you mention Maka earlier? Just your usual thing, or did something happen?”

Spirit shoved his face into Stein’s arm in embarrassment, as new tears fell all over again.

He nodded his head, saying, “Somet’in’ happened.”

“Is that why you’ve been gone?” Stein connected the dots, looking down at the weapon’s head.

Spirit nodded his head once more, sniffling quietly. He removed his head from Stein’s arm, rubbing the minimal amount of mucus from off of the meister’s lab coat shamefully, his expression terribly bashful.

“I’ll tell you ‘bout it when we get to my place. Tha’s where we’re goin’, righ’?” He asked in a hushed voice, his hands rubbing at his reddened and sopping eyes.

“Yes, that’s where we’re going,” Stein confirmed with a nod.

……

Spirit tossed Stein his keys, as all he managed to accomplish was fumbling with them.

Stein pushed the door open with an obnoxious creak, Spirit trailing behind him.

“Uh… Do you want some water?” Stein asked, completely unsure of how to properly take care of another. He didn’t necessarily have the desire to, he was just incredibly curious as to how it would all turn out, what happened, and his own ability to take care of a drunken individual.

“Guess I need it, huh?” Spirit sunk into his plush couch, lying down with an arm over his eyes. “Can you get some Ibuprofen, too?”

“Yeah,” Stein said, having grabbed a

glass, filling it with tap water.

After retrieving the medication, he held the glass and pills outward, allowing Spirit to move into a sitting position.

“Thanks,” the ginger spoke softly as he accepted what he was offered, gulping down the painkillers with the lukewarm water. “Don’ feel good.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. It looked like you had drank a lot before I got there,” Stein sat next to him, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“I did… Maka doesn’ like it.. But I can’t stop,” Spirit twiddled his thumbs, peering down at them intently. He brought his knees up, wrapping his trembling arms around himself. “Oh, yeah.. I was gonna tell you about that….”

“What happened exactly?” Stein listened to another sniffle escape the person next to him.

“‘Cause she did so well on her exam, I told Blair to find out what her favorite book was and give it to her, along with the card I wrote for her. Blair used the money I gave her, and bought lingerie for herself, and instead of just keeping it for herself, she gave it to Maka without telling her all about what she did. So now Maka thinks I gave that shit to her,” Spirit begun.

“Why not just tell her what happened?” Stein questioned, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

“I did!” Spirit exclaimed, raising his chin from off of his uncomfortable knees. “She slammed the door on my face after saying it was a ‘dick move’ to blame Blair!”

“Oh.”

Spirit blubbered all over again, ripping his tie off, shuffling out of his suit jacket.

“Too stuffy,” he huffed, his expression remaining impressively pouty and upset. “I feel hot.. I don’ feel good.”

Spirit suddenly darted off into the hallway, mildly startling Stein. He ran right after him, having a feeling about what was happening.

Stein heard Spirit his the floor, then proceeding to find him sitting in front of the toilet as he heaved aggressively, his fingers gripping the bowl so tightly that his knuckles had turned bright white.

Stein stood in the doorway, awkwardly waiting for him to finish.

“Do you have any Zofran?” Stein asked him once there was a lull in his vomiting.

“No,” he whined back miserably.

Stein spotted a few towels and rags on a shelf in Spirit’s bathroom, grabbing one of the aforementioned rags and dousing it in cool water.

“What’re you doing?” Spirit wondered in his drowsy state.

“Putting a rag wet with cool water on a vomiting individuals neck or forehead can help to alleviate how horrible they feel, because it lowers the individual‘s body temperature, which is often raised to the point of fever when vomiting,” Stein elaborated in a very technical manner as he placed the rag on the back of his pale neck, having to brush Spirit’s long hair off to the side. “Plus, whenever I was nauseous when I was little, my mother would do that.”

“Oh, I see,” Spirit nodded along, beginning to doze off.

“Except she’d also go off and watch TV, and just.. check on me every once in a while. I don’t know if you want me to do that, though,” he continued, glancing in every direction.

“Please, stay,” Spirit pleaded, latching onto Stein’s pants.

“Okay,” Stein found it rather interesting that he wanted him to stay with him.

“Tired of bein’ alone,” he whimpered, his eyes brimming with tears for the umpteenth time that night. “How do you do it, Stein?”

“Do what?” He asked in confusion, crouching down.

“You’re always alone. An’ you seem fine with it. How?” He clarified whilst frowning.

“Well, I enjoy my solitude,” Stein chuckled, not missing the disappointed expression on Spirit’s face at the lack of some miracle solution to all his problems. “And I suppose I’m used to it. I didn’t really speak to many people when I was young. I was pretty isolated, honestly,” he shrugged his shoulders, positioning himself to lean against the cabinet of the sink.

“Didn’t you have any friends?” Spirit inquired, a glint of curiosity in the sea of sadness in his eyes.

“No,” he shook his head.

“That’s depressing,” the scythe furrowed his eyebrows, a look of pity coming to be recognizable on his visage.

“Not to me,” Stein looked over at the male, appearing to be almost confused in a sense.

Spirit inched closer to Stein, approaching him how one might approach a wild animal. He sat right beside the grey-haired man, soaking up having a warm body around before he was to leave.

“Don’t you want to go to bed, Spirit?” Stein wondered aloud, gently retrieving the slowly drying rag from off of his neck since he no longer seemed to be too nauseated, and tossing it into the laundry basket outside of the bathroom.

“Guess so,” he considered the proposition, attempting to stand on his own. He gripped the counter of the sink, tripping over his own feet. Stein followed suit, assisting Spirit with standing and trudging to his bedroom.

The room itself was dimly lit, which was perfect for the intoxicated Spirit. Stein helped the weapon into his bed, lifting the covers and allowing him to slip underneath them.

After Spirit got comfortable, Stein took strides away from the bed, clearly heading towards the door.

Spirit flung his hand outward, childishly making a grabby motion at Stein.

“Don’t go yet,” Spirit begged, his bottom lip jutting outward.

“You actually want me here?” Stein found his request to be almost outlandish, simply unbelievable.

“Yes!” He yelled in response, slapping his previously grabby hand down back onto the silky sheets of his bed.

Stein, the more he gave it thought, realized it made sense. He was lonely, he’d settle for anyone who’d give him the time of day.

“Just don’t dissect me,” he crossed his arms over his chest in a bratty manner, shooting Stein his best “don’t try me” look, though it appeared more humorous than frightening. He looked like a baby bunny trying to be scary, with his tear-stained cheeks.

“I can’t promise anything,” Stein threw his hands up, maliciously grinning.

Spirit yanked a pillow from off of his bed, throwing it across the room directly at Stein’s head.

“Well, excuse me,” Stein laughed, walking over to the bed. “Do you want me to just stand here, or…?”

“You can lay if you want,” he muttered.

He crawled underneath the warm blankets, staring up at the ceiling emptily.

“What’s it like to not care?” Spirit asked with an expression of sincerity.

Stein turned his head to the side, observing Spirit’s face as he stared back.

“It’s nothing. It’s hollow. It’s there. And it’s normal for me,” he responded relatively cryptically.

“Hm,” Spirit hummed in reply, mildly confused, but simultaneously understanding. Hollow. That fit the meister well.

The redhead yawned loudly, his palm slapping quickly over his mouth.

“Tired?” Stein asked, knowing the answer.

“Mhm.”

Spirit closed his eyes, Stein turned back to stare at the ceiling. He could not stand staring at another’s sleeping face. It made him feel oddly violent, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Good night, Stein,” Spirit slurred sleepily.

“Good night, Spirit,” Stein’s voice remained as monotone and still as it typically did.

Was he supposed to sneak out of his apartment once he fell asleep? Was he supposed to stay? He didn’t care either way.

That’s what it was like not to care, he supposed. Indifferent to most, cycling through the same three emotions, often feeling nothing at all. He was endlessly curious as to what it would be like to feel the same way Spirit feels. He’d never be able to satiate that curiosity.

#soul eater #franken stein #stein soul eater #stein #dr stein #dwma #spirit soul eater #spirit albarn #alcoholism #alcohol #maka abarn #hurt/comfort

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Just Like Our School Days

Franken Stein X Reader

Word Count: 796

You had always been a timid person, you never really made yourself the center of attention, you never wanted people to be looking at you, you just wanted to get through school and move on with your life. Some would think it was funny but you never made it out of the school building you were now a teacher, you helped many children since you started teaching but you still as you did in childhood kept yourself to yourself.

Over the years there were a few kids that stuck in your head but there was one that always sought you out, Black Star, he tested all of his ninja moves on you and you were happy to give poor Tsubaki a break. People were often reminded of why you were such a feared and respected meister whenever they saw Black Star make a move, you easily dodged or blocked an attack most of the time you weren’t even looking in the direction that had come from. Before long Maka came seeking your advice on battle techniques and you were more than happy to help her and Soul. You were happy in the life that you had, while your soul itself molded well with any other soul that it came into contact with, you became the place holder for most weapons when training until they found their ideal meister.

You enjoyed the way that your life was working out but it was about to change drastically because of one new teacher Frankien Stein. You had known him when you were in school and he played with you then, teased you because you were too timid to fight back. This had changed since then but the sight of the man still elicited the same feeling because when it all came down to it the problem was that you thought he was attractive and apparently that hadn’t changed.

You were sitting in your office marking work and your door opened, you glanced up and saw Stein was standing there “I was told that you were working here but I thought you wanted to get out of here the first chance you got.” He said as he walked around the office. “Turns out teaching was the way to go.” You mumbled as you moved to the next paper. “Mm.” He hummed as he walked around the back of the desk, you tried to ignore the imposing presence but that only lasted so long. “Do you need something?” You asked. “You're more talkative than when you were younger.” He smirked as he leaned over your shoulder. “You're being too lenient, they only have half the explanation there.” “Will you go and find someone else to bother?” You asked. “That would be no fun.” He said as he leaned closer to your ear. “Do you not have a job to do?” You asked. “That’s why I’m here actually, I need your help for my next demonstration.” “Why is that?” You mumbled. “I hear you are the best meister around and you used to be able to hold your own against me and my soul wavelength.” His hands caging you in on either side of the desk, his chest almost touching your back. “When?” You asked. “Tomorrow morning.” He answered. “Fine. Now will you leave?” You asked. “Of course Chameleon.” He smiled as he walked out of the office leaving you with the memory of the first time that he had called you that.

You had been sitting in the back of the class hoping that no one noticed you, you never needed a weapon to keep up but people still teased you sometimes, you were writing notes “What are you doing up in the back?” You glanced up at Stein, the kid that everyone was afraid of, he was dangerous in more ways than one but you were able to withstand his most dangerous attack and steal his weapon so he was very intrigued by you. “Staying out of everyone else's way.” You answered as you continued to write your notes, eye down on the table and voice small. “You know you're supposed to leave the classroom at lunch, little chameleon.” He teased as your eyes shifted to him for a second, you wanted to ask about the nickname but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth. “You're cute when your speechless.” “W-what?” You asked. “You’ll be on my table one day…” He smirked as he looked down at you “one way or another.”

You never found out what he meant by that sentence, you weren’t even sure he’d remember that he said it but now that you have to work with him and he didn’t seem to have changed, maybe you’d found out what he meant all those years ago.

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#soul eater #soul eater oneshot #soul eater imagine #franken stein oneshot #franken stein imagine #franken stein #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader

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sunnyisinsane · 7 months

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HI IGNORE THIS GOOGLE DOCS KEEPS CRASHING ON ME SO IM USING THIS TO TAKE NOTES OF A THING I HAVE A THOUGHT ABOUT THIS WONT MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE BUT ME

ALSO KINDA SPOILERS FOR MY SPIRIT FIC . NOT REALLY THIS CHAPTER IS FOR A LOOOTTTT LATER

Being here after what happened feels wrong, what happened was wrong. I should've left after that but I had the bright idea of sticking around.

"Oh Spirit, here." I look up at Stein, he's walking around the couch I'm sitting on and sets down a stack of books on the coffee table.

"Hey wait, are those?" I mumble out and lean over the table.

"yep, it's only a few of them, the rest are in some boxes. I figured these will keep you from going bored. You forgot to grab them after you left me, I didn't have the gaul to return them." The man awkwardly sits next to me from a distance he breaths out heavily and continues on.

"i even tried reading them, I missed you that much. I couldn't finish even one though, not my kind of genre." I feel my face flush with embarrassment when Stein says that.

I pick up the first book. It's the first twilight book. I had the entire fucking series of books.

"promise me you didn't read this one." I look up at him and he looks uncomfortable.

"not my genre,"

Looking back at the book I start remember old moments here sitting on this couch reading books. Oh my god I remember putting myself in the place of the main character is genuinely getting giddy when anything romantic happened.

"I'm going to grade some papers, you sit here, I can't concentrate with you near me."

Stein goes to stand up but I grab his arm.

"spirit,"

"stein, I'm still worried about you, could we....just so I can feel that you're breathing, you're safe."

I can't say what I want to say, I'm just hoping he understands what I'm asking.

"...fine, I don't mind. It'll be nice...yeah?" Nodding, I let go of his arm, happy with his answer.

I feel his soul and mine spark it doesn't take much concentration for us to balance and get on the same wavelength. He leaves to the next room, I can still feel it, the beating of his soul, his heart and his mind. It's nice.

Picking up the book I cringe a small bit. This is probably going to still hold up with how much I liked this book or make me hate myself more for ever reading it.

We didn't talk much while resonating, just the occasional "what chapter now?" And "did maka get a good grade?" But when I finished the book I immediately ran into the room Stein was in and cut him out of his focus.

"spirit?"

"stein it was BAD."

He raises an eyebrow, then looks down at the book I was holding.

I raise the book up, distraught and embarrassed. "Why didn't I just look at porn magazines like normal teenagers?!"

"you did." He interrupts and I wave him off.

"not my point,"

"It couldn't have been that bad, you still enjoyed it as a kid." He swivels around in his chair, attention fully on me.

"Well kid me was stupid! He didn't have good opinions like he does now!" All Stein does is smirk at my complaints. He stands up and takes the book from my hand.

"I remember opening this and reading some of it, I didn't see the appeal but it was so *you*"

I suddenly feel offended.

"What the hell does that mean?!" His smile is still there and he looks down at me.

"I can't explain it, you're full of surprises. It just, felt like you. You'd read books, you'd get excited about it and I'd just watch you not understanding why you like something so abnormal!" I feel hot again and Stein looks up from the book, his glasses tilting down from his nose.

"you have problems."

He then waves the book to make a point, "we both have problems."

#for later #sunny notes #my SHIT #AAAUGG #AAAUGGHHHH #AAAAAAUAHGGHHH #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #oh btw you can read if you want idc lol if i did i would've sent this to my friend to store for later dw

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lilacmornings · 11 months

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Cracking the Robins Egg

a crona fanfiction

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Chapter One

petals of warm veins

affixed to unfeeling Ice

“I’m fine,” said Crona absently, and pulled their toes closer in. The motion offered them a wince in return like a loyal dog, pain rushing through their nerves, a flash flood. They felt a gentle, concerned gaze settle on their shoulders.

But in a moment, the gaze shifted, and Crona relaxed. Their body shifted carefully into old patterns of holding itself in a fog, curled in to protect what was left and still real. Hunched back, curled feet, awkwardly shifted hips. A lot to chalk up to nervousness and nothing left for their body to complain about. Gritted teeth and a promise to be quiet. Their body wailed in return.

No one could hear it but them, though, and that’s what mattered. It could scream all it wanted. Crona had long ago shut their pain in a locked, familiar room, dark and cavernous and ocassionally frosted over. They knew well no screams would escape it, not even ones that bit like snake fangs and left venom billowing through their veins

They shuddered.

“I’m fine”. They said again, to themselves more than any prying eyes belonging to friends concerned faces.

“Okay, but you’ll let us know if you need a break, right?” Asked a voice they should know would hold them and cherish them. In the moment it felt distant, and Crona pushed it further away. Something to agonize over later.

The sun beat lazily down on the pavement, frying imaginary eggs with the vigor of an elementary student on summer vacation. There was no mercy in its radiant gaze. Yet Crona shivered in the heat.

They were in too much pain to do this, they thought, as they finally blinked open their eyes and found themselves gazing up at a sign that demanded everyone read it: “ZOO”. The capitalized letters were fuzzy, but probably not to anyone else. In the shy young adults mind, the letters danced like they too had just broke out of their childish bounds. But they danced and danced, unworried about pain.

Letters don’t feel pain, thought Crona, somewhat bitterly.

The smell of the animals and people hit them a moment later, making them dizzy as they drifted back to surface, catching the last rays of an argument from their friends-

“-well I’m sorry we don’t all have rich dads, this place is ridiculous, even for a star like me!’ Yelled their blue haired friend, Blackstar, below the price board. Crona couldn’t make out the price, but they silently kicked themselves for only bringing $10

“My dad is not rich, he just is important is all.” Retorted a clean cut black haired young man, Kid. Beside him, another friend wearing a worn old bandana and needing a desperate haircut snorted.

“If he was really important he’d get us in to this stupid place for free so I can get a burrito later”. The friend, Soul, looked distantly to a crumpled bill he pulled out of his pocket. “Crap, I don’t have burrito money. Or zoo money”.

“How typical for you not to plan for a friend outing”, said a girl with short pigtails behind Crona. She gave Crona a supportive pat on the shoulder, then used the exact same hand to punch Soul in the side.

“Ow!! I’m poor, ok!”

“You just bought a funko pop set on eBay for $400” deadpanned the girl.

“I told you Maka, it’s an investment. Soul scowled at the girl. Then looked at his crumpled bill. “Shit.”

“Should’ve invested in a burrito! Hahaha!” Shouted black star as loudly as he could. Soul shrunk from the words and moved to stand next to Crona.

“Well, looks like we’re both out for the count” said Soul, in just a mumble. Only Crona heard it, and they appreciated their friend being quieter about their own money situation. They didn’t like being a bother, and needing money was definitely annoying of them. They hated how little they could work, move through the world and collect $200 at GO like their friends and their barista and fast food and saving the world through some political something something Crona couldn’t really understand.

“Yeah, $25 is too much for the zoo” said Crona quietly, but not quiet enough. A demanding finger pointed at them immediately, attached to the muscled forearm of Black Star

“See, even Crona agrees! That means that you’re the worst Kid and I get to headlock you!” Shouted black star before rushing towards Kid, who looked ready to murder.

“Mess up my hair and you’re dead”.

Tensions began to rise. Crona had trouble reading these situations even after knowing their friends all these years, and felt themselves back up subconsciously in fear. Fighting wasn’t exactly something they enjoyed. Not even play fights. Images of blood in their memory. Red blood mingling with oil, oil from a vehicle built to run for function and not longevity. They hated piloting that vehicle…

“Shut up you guys, you’re making people anxious”. Maka said flippantly, not mentioning anyone in particular but instead everyone. The weight on Crona’s shoulders was evenly dispersed and diffused, smoke in the wind. But they weren’t ignored. Maka quietly walked up, stood next to Crona, and silently took their hand.

Crona’s heart began to race erratically. They felt a little dizzy. But calmer. Their blood swam painfully in their veins but pooled into little eddies at Maka’s feet.

“Fine. I suppose I can use my card and see if it gets us in here” said Kid in exasperation as Black Star lowered his clenched fists.

Smoke in the wind.

The blood continued to leak into a puddle at Maka’s feet. It boiled like a sticky sauce in the sun. But Crona was only imagining the darkness, or their vision was getting worse. Their blood had yet to spill over the container they found themselves in. They were still whole.

“You sure you’re ok?”

Crona shook their head, almost comically physically shaking off the effects whatever their poisoned body was feeding them. They knew it was their cross to silently bear. A pain pinkie-promised in infancy to a mother unburdened by love. A lethal injection 20-some years too late in its effects. They realized their hand had been carefully cradling their face, and they didn’t know why

Maka gazed at them, genuine worry in emerald gowns.

Crona wanted to say no.

“I’m ok”, they said instead. Her eyes searched their own, picking through the items they found there like a beloved’s belongings post-Mortem. Maka’s gaze made a promise there after finding something, though Crona didn’t know what, and turned to the rest of the group.

“It’s too hot for the zoo anyway. Let’s hang out at our place” said Maka, her voice steeled.

Kid and Black Star stopped fighting. They looked at Maka, then had only a moment where their eyes drifted to Crona. The eye contact felt like knives, and was gone as quickly as it came.

“Oh yeah, I bet the ice cream truck will come by today” said Black Star

“You would be concerned about that” drawled Kid.

They began walking away from the towering ‘ZOO’ sign. It blared down at them like trumpets in the summer, even as it receded towards the city’s horizon and quietly fell into a line manicured park trees. A bunch of ageless children walking the world like the blacktop between classes. Crona felt themselves dragging behind. Their feet began to shoot lightning bolts up through the balls of their feet. They ignored it.

It didn’t ignore them.

“You’re limping” whispered Soul at their side.

“I am?” Asked Crona, wondering about the ghost of themselves, as the group stood at the dusty bus stop.

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#crona gorgon #crona #soul eater #my writing #fanfiction #disability trauma cw #but it’s very broad and nonspecific in this chapter #I will probably make next chapters longer #this was a test for this story

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citruslullabies · 2 months

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I’m so happy you do stuff besides x reader! May you do a fluff fic is soul x blackstar from soul eater? I don’t have a specific request but, I want it to be a bit angsty with a sprinkle is fluff !! (If uncomfortable for the pairing I understand!)

Boy I really need to rewatch Soul Eater, hope this does the ship justice!

Trigger warnings: slight mention of death

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: pistachio ice cream with sprinkles (angst with slight fluff)

Ship (romantic or platonic): soul x black star

Word count: 477

Count the Stars

BlackStar and Soul had well…an interesting dynamic to say the least. It was like they always fought each other for the spotlight, yet gave the spotlight to the other at the same time.

They were partners, but that didn't make the arguing and fighting cease. If anything it made it worse. One minute, Soul and BlackStar were sitting together with their arms over each other's shoulders while Soul would trace the star on his partner's arm out of boredom and BlackStar would be rambling on about how he wanted to surpass the gods.

Soul was pretty laid back, sitting with his boyfriend as he bounced a soul in his palm that he had harvested just before this. He opened his mouth wide and ate it with one gulp and a few chews, looking over at the blue haired male who for once seemed awfully quiet. “What's got your panties in a twist?” He inquired boredly.

The young male around the same age as himself groaned and looked back at Soul, obviously annoyed by that comment but brushing it off. “I just don't understand why my missions never go my way!” He whined with a groan.

Soul thought about it for a minute, licking his sharp teeth in thought before poking his boyfriend's cheek. “Ever think it's because you don't think before you charge in?” He inquired, causing a glare from the only survivor of the star clan. “You act like you're any different! ‘oh look at me, I'm soul. I'm gonna charge into a witch's house and get distracted from my mission because she's naked’.” He mocked, remembering how Maka told him all about the situation.. or well, more like how he overheard her telling it to someone else. But still.

The white haired boy was taken off guard and frowned, displeased with that comment and scoffing. “Not cool, Star. That was a one time thing. Not a wonder why you always seem to fail your missions.” He mumbled, taking his arm off of the other and instead resting it at his side.

This of course, led to another argument. Soul was surprisingly the more rational one in this case, rolling his eyes. “You're gonna get yourself killed, you moron. You can't expect Tsubaki to always carry you.” He said, obviously not helping to de-escalate this at all.

BlackStar gritted his teeth together and glared at the only one that could infuriate him so much yet he could still manage to love. “You're just mad that I know how to make an entrance and get people's attention!” He said, causing Soul to facepalm. “Yeah. The wrong attention. How are you a ninja exactly? Aren't they supposed to stay in the shadows?” He mumbled.

After the spoken and physical fight was over, they just settled on chilling out together and complaining about how serious Maka and Tsubaki were.

Thank you for requesting!

#soul eater x reader #soul eater #soul #black star #soul x blackstar

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I would like to place an order c:

Sick: Jeongin

Caregiver: Changbin

20. “Can… can I get a hug, my tummy is really hurting

Currently Jeongin and Changbin were together in the gym. They were the only ones there as it was rather later. Changbin didn't eat to go alone so he asked Jeongin. The Maknae couldn't say no. After all, it sound like a great idea at that time. He also wanted to build some more muscles and Changbin is always eager to help out with that. The older one knew what he was doing and could help Jeongin out if his posture wasn't right or even showed him a few new tricks here and there.

One hour later the Maknae regretted being in the gym. After some time his stomach started hurting. Hence why he thought it would be a great idea to have ice cream before going to the gym. He knew it would upset his stomach. Especially with working out right after. Well he was smart enough that he took his pills before eating that ice cream or else the diary would mess with him and he had to dash to the bathroom. He was still laying the price of it though as his stomach was hurting badly. He's feeling really full and bloated. That always happens even if he takes his pills. Usually it would go away after a while but today wasn't normal. Working out really wasn't helping his case.

Right now the two were doing crunches. Jeongin could cry each time he lifted his body up. His stomach hates him for doing crunches. Is was squeezed each time. Jeongin couldn't take it anymore.

He laid down one hand rested on his stomach. He could feel his usual flat stomach sticking out. It was bloated and he could feel the gurgles under his palm.

"Hyung, can we take a break?" He asked.

Changbin stopped in his tracks "We just started." He looked over at the younger who looked tired and pale. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Suddenly feeling really concerned.

Jeongin shook his head as he furrowed his eyebrows "Can..Can you hug me? My tummy hurts really bad.." he bit his lower lip. Embarrassed about his request.

Immediately Changbin sat close to the Maka e and pulled him up. He wrapped his arms around the younger. Jeongin nuzzled his head in Changbins chest and took a deep breath.

"Sorry for ruining this.." he mumbled.

Changbin grinned "Don't be sorry. I can cuddle you. That's way better. Not everyone gets to cuddle you."

Jeongin smiled softly and closed his eyes.

His stomach may hurt a lot but at least his Hyungs warmth helped him to relax somewhat.

#kpop sickfic #sickfic blog #stray kids sickfic #sick!Jeongin

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makabray · 4 days

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i think a few people in the postal fandom might need a reminder

(text taken from here, if anyone's wondering)

#postal #postal dude #postal 1997 #maka mumbles #this isn't directed at anyone in particular but every now and then i'll see a post #and i'll wonder if some of you guys like.. forgot that he's literally killed people

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kleiner-ghost · 6 months

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Anyone up for a DL and Soul Eater crossover?

This was one of those reddit prompts, but honestly it was so fun to write.

(<500 words)

"Did that guy just turn into a sythe?" Colt exclaimed pointing to the spot where a white-haired boy with a yellow bandana had stood only seconds prior.

"He did. And we'll have to take your soul now, to stop you from committing more sins." The girl in a black trench coat and with twin ponytails replied. She almost sounded regtfull, or maybe unsure.

"Ha, that'd be hard. He doesn't have one." A dark-skinned woman with puffy hair and a sniper rifle thrown over her shoulder materisled before the group. "What he does have is one hell of a shotgun that he named after himself."

"Hey! Don't talk about Colt junior like that!"

The woman smirked, and flipped her left hand, as a red aura suddenly engulfed her.

"What do you say, let's kill some kids, like in the good old times?"

The girl leveled her sythe, ready to parry.

"No!" Colt exclaimed. "Child murder is too much!"

"Oh, so that's where you draw the line?" The aura around the woman vanished as her tone shifted to anger. "What, you only kill your own children?"

The white-haired boy regained his human form, and whispered to the girl:

"Maka, how about wr get out or here while they're fighting? You told me his soul signature was unclear. I think it's fine if we skip on this one."

"Yeah," Maka agreed. "I'm not sure you should be eating those either..."

"No, don't let the creepy kids get away!" Colt interjected.

"Who are you calling creepy you old fart?" The boy yelled back at him.

The interaction might have continued for longer, if not for an explosion a few blocks away. Fireworks rose to the sky, exploding in the shape of a star. They were shortly followed by billowing back smoke.

"Well, there goes Alexis..." the woman mumbled.

#deathloop #soul eater #crossover

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myfatmuses · 6 months

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Eventually Maka did stop a blob thrice the size of Crona. Medusa cackled. “Oh my you really are greedy! All of this fat! You just wanted it all DIDNT you?”

Her fat almost completely covered her face at this point but she could still glare at the witch and made mumbling noises sending more like a peanuts parent than a person

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nahte123456 · 6 months

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"Has that ever stopped Maka? She done surprising things before. Remember the pasta dinner?" Ron looked at the arguing Liz and Blair. He took notice of Patty bouncing on his lap, and didn't think to bring it up. Knowing Patty there wouldn't really be a point

Blair winked. "You should be paying attention to nya-us though." She flirted, pawing his leg. Liz sighed and looked ready to wipe her hands of them all, mumbling.

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memethebum · 2 months

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Got a very late new Valentine’s Day fic out :)

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“Should we do it this Wednesday?” Maka questioned as she set her book onto the edge of the sofa, only to receive a muffled “mmmm” from Soul as he slightly shifted his head on her lap and continued to scroll past an array of crotchet patterns he’d looked up on his phone.

“Wait…isn’t Valentine’s Day this Wednesday?” the Deathscythe then added before gazing up at Maka and allowing her to see the slight dusting of pink that’d settled across his cheeks.

“It sure is…” the young woman sang while trying not to roll her eyes at how her partner had no problem pushing their chests close together during their makeout sessions but seemed to become a bashful schoolgirl at the thought of moving their annual baking date to the one day of the year where stores could shove expensive junk down society’s collective throat.

“Why, does the Last Deathscythe need to spend the day mapping ways to avoid his fangirls?” Maka then finished, earning her a snort from Soul.

“I was just askin’. It’s kinda funny how I can’t even remember the exact year we started doin’ that,” her partner added before Maka slowly began to conjure up the memory of gifting Soul a gray heart-shaped cake right before Valentine’s Day.

The young woman couldn’t help but giggle as her memory began to deviate towards how she had to explain that the color gray was a symbol of friendship while the color black was a symbol of love in Death City to Soul once noticing the cheerful yet disturbed way he’d been eyeing the cake.

They’d baked each other a cake each year after that, causing Maka’s recollection to also become muddled about when exactly they’d started that specific tradition.

It’s hard to remember stuff like that when I’m finally trying to move us up a step the young woman then thought as Soul tipped his head upwards in order for their eyes to meet.

“Sure, why not? Baking a cake for ya’ sounds a lot more fun than trainin’ any day,” the Deathscythe mumbled, probing Maka to raise her lips into a smile and then lean downwards to plant a kiss onto his forehead.

“Sounds like I might’ve stolen someone’s heart?” Maka retorted with a sarcastic lilt to her voice, all while secretly hoping that a bottle of black food coloring would be all she needed to answer that question.

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“Maka,” a voice whispered from behind the young woman, causing her to set down the textbook she was holding and turn her head around to meet Tsubaki’s fervent gaze.

“Here’s the book cover you wanted. I’m hoping it turned out alright, since I didn’t have much time to add in the finishing touches after Black*Star and Angela set the stove on fire,” Tsubaki exclaimed while holding out a velvet book cover that had a set of small black music notes embroidered onto it.

“Oh, no it looks great! I seriously can’t thank you enough Tsubaki,” Maka replied before eagerly taking the item from her friend’s outstretched hands and rubbing a finger over the slick notes that danced to a melody only she and Soul knew about.

“Of course! Anything to make you two finally confess and let others know you’re taken, not that there’s-erm anything wrong with making out before that,” Tsubaki then exclaimed, causing Maka’s heart to skip a beat at the newfound knowledge she’d gained from her friend’s explanation.

Maybe we shouldn’t have kept eating lunch alone this past month Maka thought as she watched Soul give Kilik and Black*Star a shark-toothed grin and then begin to walk in her direction.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in class,” Tsubaki then hummed before picking up her bag and regarding Maka with a reassuring smile in farewell.

“What’s the matter?” Soul questioned as he continued to walk towards Maka, forcing her to quickly toss the book cover into her bag and turn to the side in order to face him.

“Oh nothing, me and Tsubaki were just talking about…homework. You ready to go?” the young woman responded while slinging her backpack onto her shoulders and then proceeding to lace their fingers together.

“Yea, I just gotta take care of somethin’ real quick. You should go on ahead though, especially since you’re always complainin’ about not having enough time to eat,” Soul added, eliciting a huff out of Maka.

I wonder whose fault that is the young woman thought before feeling her eyes begin to slowly trail towards Soul’s upturned lips.

“F-fine. Don’t make me wait too long though,” Maka added, probing her partner to let out a low giggle in response. He then raised their hands in front of him, placed a quick peck onto her knuckles, and began to jog past the row of seats as the young woman felt her face flush at the unanticipated form of affection.

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Maka let out a low sigh as she fished a mint out of her backpack pocket and began to slowly tear apart its wrapping.

She then tapped on her phone screen and felt a sense disappointment begin to bubble within her after realizing that 20 minutes had passed since lunch began, which left Soul and her 15 minutes to engage in some quality time together.

Anything to make you two finally confess and let others know you’re taken played through Maka’s mind, causing her to wonder if Tsubaki’s words held any merit besides the high she and Soul got from swapping spit.

What if Soul doesn’t really want to be with me? I guess I couldn’t blame him…since I’ve always been a bit pushy about the way Mama and Papa ended up. But, he also isn’t the type to be all touchy with a girl just to calm his hormones down… Maka pondered while leaning her head onto the brick wall she was sitting against.

The young woman then flitted her eyes close for a few minutes before hearing a set of footsteps rustle against the grass that covered the training grounds around her.

“Seorry I’m-uh lawate,” Soul spoke over the silence, probing Maka to look up and find him devouring the last few bits of the sandwich he’d packed for lunch.

“I finished my lunch 10 minutes ago! Where were you even at?” Maka rebutted as she plucked another mint from her backpack pocket and tossed it upwards for Soul to catch.

“Oh-uh I had to go explain to Sid that me n’ Star weren’t tryin’ to skip last week but had to uhhhh-help Marie move some desks around in another class,” the Deathscythe then stammered out while taking a seat in front of Maka and then plopping the mint into his mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me that was the reason you skipped class last week?” Maka questioned before watching Soul’s scarlet pupils immediately dilate from the question.

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” the Deathscythe replied with a quick shrug, leaving Maka to mull over each of the tell-tale signs of when he was trying to get away with a lie.

Why would he need to hide that from me? Does he not want to be with me anymore and just trying to let me down slowly? Or is it…the young woman internally questioned while trying to suppress the memories of her papa coming home disheveled and reeking of alcohol and cheap floral perfume.

“Hey, you alright?” Soul then mumbled, probing Maka to flinch in surprise as he gently pushed a few strands of her wispy hair behind her ear.

“Yea-yea I just…”

No, he’s not Papa. He’s Soul, the most loyal, sweet, and eh…attractive partner I could’ve ever ended up with Maka noted while snaking her arms around the Deathscythe’s spine and pushing him closer towards her.

“I’m just a little mad about you making me wait so long,” the young woman mumbled before feeling her nerves shoot out from her chest as Soul giggled against her.

“I think I know a good way to make up for that,” her partner added, causing Maka to let out a snort and then slant her lips against the grin he’d plastered onto his own face.

The young woman then released a low sigh as she felt Soul gently palm one of his hands against the back of her neck, forcing her mind to immerse itself in nothing but their erratic connection.

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“REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE CRUMB COAT!” Kid shouted while Maka began to stroll out the Death Room.

“GOT IT!” the young woman shouted in the reaper’s direction before shutting the heavy doors behind her.

Alright, I’ll bake the cake today and let it chill overnight. That’ll leave me enough time to get the scrapbook finished Maka noted while flipping through a thick stack of polaroid pictures and turning the corridor leading towards the school’s front entrance.

Ugh, right I have to think up a good excuse for not baking the cakes together…the young woman attempted to solve, only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw Soul standing with a girl ontop the school’s large stairway.

She was too far to discern what they were talking about, although the other girl’s stiff posture caused her heart to race.

Maka’s eyes then shifted towards her partner, who maintained his usual calm demeanor before suddenly blushing at something the other student had said.

No no, that can’t be it?! Maka thought as she noticed her partner and the girl exchange small notes of paper before the girl began to descend the stairway.

She watched Soul slowly run his fingers through his misshapen locks of hair and then walk back into the school, causing her to bolt towards the nearest bathroom.

It probably isn’t like that. I was probably imagining all that blushing and…Maka thought while shutting the bathroom door behind her and slumping her back onto it in defeat.

I-I’ll just have to step up my game a little. Yea, I’ll just doll myself up a bit…just so he knows what he’ll be missing out on if he leaves the young woman decided before tightening her clutch on the pictures she’d been holding and then turning around to face her partner once more.

#I have no idea where the motivation to write this one even came from #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #tsubaki nakatsukasa #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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