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awkwardauthorwrites · 1 year

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Somebody Else

Word Count: 3k

Themes: fluff. A little flirting but this one can be seen as pureply platonic

Summary: Definitely not inspired as some love to @ask-sebastian who seems to be having a tough time at the moment

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. All characters 18+ and in seventh year. Absolutely not proof-read a million times like I usually do so please be nice.

If anyone is ever struggling, please feel free to message me. I will always respond as soon as I am able to. I never want anyone to feel overwhelmed, alone, anxious, or anything else. I love you, please take care of yourselves

Y/N let out a long breath as she landed back on the Hogwarts grounds. She had been looking absolutely everywhere for Sebastian and still had yet to find him. She had checked the Undercroft, the Restricted section, his dorm room - she had even flown to Feldcroft on the off chance he was there to fix up the old cottage - but he was nowhere to be found. She grumbled slightly to herself as she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, hoping at the very least she could catch him before dinner. Not that he would attend the meal anyway.

Y/N had been looking around for him for the past few days, but all she caught were fleeting glances in class before he bolted out of the room as fast as possible, looking more and more exhausted each time. It broke her heart to see him so rundown and she was determined to help him. She smiled in passing to Grace, who stopped her with a knowing look and pointed to the corner of the room where the large windows were. Y/N spotted the familiar mop of brown hair and thanked the girl before making her way over to him and slid into the spot next to him on the sofa.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled softly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Sebastian turns his head fractionally to look at her and offers her a weak smile before looking out the window at the Black Lake again. She manages to catch sight of dark rings under his eyes and his pale face before he turns away from her to watch the fish swim by.

“How can I help?”

“Seb…” She feels her heart sink at his demeanour. “I’m worried about you. You’ve not been yourself lately.” He sighs heavily and leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“What have you heard?”

“I haven’t heard anything.” Y/N shakes her head slowly and moves along the couch just a little bit so that she can lower her voice. “You’re my best friend, Sebastian. I can see that you’re not okay. You look like you haven’t slept in days, and I don’t think I’ve seen you eat a proper meal in that time either. You might have everyone else fooled into thinking you’re okay on the surface but I can see below that.” He mulls over her words for a few moments before looking at her with a half-smile.

“I’m just an open book to you.”

“Sometimes,” she admits with a quiet laugh. “I don’t want to pry, but please, if you need to talk to someone I’m here. I don’t want you to feel alone in whatever you’re going through.” Sebastian gives her a warmer smile, but his eyes still have a haunted look about them.

“Do you want the long version or the short version?”

“I’ll take whichever version you want to give me. I’m here for you, Seb.” Y/N holds her hand out for his, letting him decide if he wants to take it. He looks at it for a beat before quietly lacing his fingers through hers and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world and I won’t let you think otherwise,” Y/N’s tone is a little shaper than she intended, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You told me once on one of my bad days that it’s not a race to the end. Take your own advice, Sebastian.” He huffs out a quiet, humourless laugh and shakes his head.

“Shame on you for using my own words against me.”

“Shame on you for not using your own perfectly good advice.” Sebastian rolls his eyes at that, before letting out a quiet sigh and leaning back in his seat.

“I think I’m just overwhelmed.”

“With school?”

“With everything.” His eyes slip closed and Y/N allows her mask to drop for a split second, allows all the hurt and pain she feels for the man in front of her to show before she quickly hides it again. “It’s school, it’s Anne, it’s Solomon. It feels like everything is piling up at once.”

“You’re speaking to Anne again?” Y/N asked, trying not to let the surprise show on her face.

“No, not quite. I…I sent her an owl asking how she’s been. Explained how sorry I am for what I did and told her that I missed her. That not a day goes by where I don’t hate myself for my actions in that tomb.”

“What did she say?”

“She misses me too, but it’s still too soon and she doesn’t know if she can forgive me yet.” Y/N doesn’t know how to reply to this without it sounding like she pities him, so instead she squeezes his hand gently again and places her free hand on top. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”

“I think she will, one day. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to placate you or give you false hope - I genuinely believe Anne will forgive you. I know I barely had a chance to get to know her, but I saw how much you two love each other. She just needs a little more time.”

“I know,” he sighs and turns his head to look at her. “I just wish I could jump forward until then.”

“Would it be incredibly corny to say if you skipped forward to the best parts you might miss out on all the good things in between?”

“Definitely.”

“Too bad, I said it.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Sebastian laughs again, and Y/N feels her heart leap at the little bit of warmth she can hear in it. “I need you to know how much I appreciate you. Everyone else seems to think I’m fine except for you. You can see straight through me and I can’t quite work out if that’s terrifying or not.”

“Well, I’m biased, but I think it’s pretty great. Besides, you can see straight through my bullshit as well, so it’s only fair I can do the same.”

“That’s true, I guess.” Sebastian squeezes her hand again and turns in his seat to face her. “Thank you for checking on me, it means more than you will ever know.”

“You think I’m done mother henning you?” Y/N clicked her tongue in mock annoyance. “Get up, we’re going to the kitchens to get some food for you.”

“Why does it sound like we’ve fallen into the tough love part of the night?” Sebastian groaned as she tugged at his arm to pull him off the couch.

“Because we have. All I’ve seen you consume the last three days is coffee and the occasional blueberry muffin.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he scoffs lightly as they walk out of the common room. “You don’t even drink water most days, all you drink is coffee.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

“You’re a hypocrite.” Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian and couldn’t help but laugh at the pout on his face. She resisted the urge to pinch at his cheeks as she continued to lead him towards the kitchens.

“Well, I’ll make sure I drink a nice big glass of water if you eat a full plate of real food.”

“...multiple glasses of water.”

“Deal,” she rolled her eyes at him playfully and came to a stop outside the portrait for the kitchens. With her free hand Y/N tickled the pear, a small smile coming to her face as it softly giggled before swinging open for them both. She pulled Sebastian in after her and waved in greeting to a few of the house elves as she made her way over to a table.

“Miss Y/N!” Posie, a female house elf, darted over with a large smile. “Oh, it is so good to see you again! And you brought a friend!”

“Hi Posie. I’m sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been a little busy.” Sebastian felt his heart swell as Y/N gave the creature a genuine, wide smile and pulled him forward. “This is Sebastian. Could I trouble you for something to eat for him?”

“And you,” Sebastian nudged her gently. If he was going to be subjected to her fussy, caring behaviour then she was going to join him. “It’s nice to meet you, Posie.”

“And you, Mister Sebastian! Posie will go and bring you both some food right now.” The small creature dashed off in search of something to eat and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly as she sat down at the table.

“She likes you.” Y/N turned to look at Sebastian with a curious smile. “Posie, that is. Merlin, is there anyone you don’t have wrapped around your finger?”

“I’m not that special,” she laughed quietly. “I can think of a few people who definitely have it out for me.”

“Point them out to me and I’ll put them back in line.”

“I can do that myself, but thanks for the offer.” She laughs quietly and turns to smile at Posie as two plates alleviate in their direction, as well as a jug of water.

“Can Posie get anything else for you?”

“No, thank you Posie. This looks wonderful.” The house elf beams at Y/N’s words and lets them know to call her over if they need anything else before disappearing to help prep for dinner. Y/N gave Sebastian a pointed look as she poured them both, silently conveying she would not be taking a sip until he took a bite of his food. He sighed at her, but the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned as he took a large bite out of the chicken on his plate. She nodded in satisfaction and drank from her glass until it was finished and then refilled it. “You know, it’s a shame you haven’t been around, you missed my hair going through every colour of the rainbow for a few days.”

“You what?” Sebastian coughed slightly and looked up at her, eyes wide in surprise. “Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t! Not on purpose at least.” She laughed and began to pick at her own plate of food. “Garreth has been working on a fire-breathing potion that doesn’t hurt the user or burns things around it. I offered to test it for him and roughly every hour my hair would shift into the next colour on the spectrum.” Sebastian had no words for this, but he was quite clearly trying to hold back his laughter. “Personally I think I looked absolutely stunning with Slytherin green hair.”

“You’re absolutely stunning regardless.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could process them and he offered Y/N a sheepish smile. She rolled her eyes at his words, but there was a pleased smile on her face.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sallow.” She nudged his foot with hers gently and gave him a small wink as they finished their meals in a comfortable silence. Y/N watched as some colour began to return to his cheeks, and even though he looked absolutely exhausted, he began to sit a little straighter as his body started to digest the much needed meal. They took some blueberry muffins with them as they left (with Posie making them both promise to come back soon) and even though he wasn’t quite back to his usual self Y/N could see the change in him from such a simple act of self-care. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Are you telling me I look tired? Way to make a man feel good about himself, Y/L/N.”

“Oh hush,” Y/N flicked his arm. “Stop deflecting and tell me.”

“I slept last night.”

“Enough?”

“Define ‘enough’.”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” She narrowed her eyes at him and began to lead him back to the Slytherin Common Room. “Are you going to blush and stutter and protest if I put you to bed?”

“Blush and stutter? No. Protest? Absolutely. I’m not five years old.”

“Well, stop acting like it and start taking care of yourself.”

“When did you swap from mother hen to this tough love act?”

“When you started to sulk and pout.”

“I am not!” he protested. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on her face as he groaned in defeat. “I can’t stand you some days.”

“I love you, too, Seb,” she laughed as they walked into the Slytherin common room, not breaking her stride as she led him up to the boys dorm, not caring that a few people watched with wide eyes and probably assumed the worst. “Am I staying with you to chat and relax or would you rather just sleep?”

“Stay with me, please. At least until I sleep.”

“Okay,” she nodded once and sat on his bed, shoo’ing him towards the bathroom. “Take a shower while you’re in there, I’ll be waiting here.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell?”

“It’s cute that you think I’m going to dignify that with a response considering your cologne smells amazing and you know it.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him and all but pushed him towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She could hear him laugh from the other side before the door creaked open and he slipped back out.

“Before you reprimand me, I need clothes. I can’t very well come out in just a towel, can I?” he teased, watching as she flushed. She threw one of his pillows at him as he rummaged through his wardrobe for something comfortable and narrowly avoided it as he tossed it back, along with a large shirt. “My cosiest shirt if you want to get comfortable too.” He gave her a soft smile and retreated back to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she toyed with the soft fabric before getting changed as quickly as she could, unsure of how long he would be in the shower for. The shirt fell down to her thighs, so she shed her skirt as well with a quiet sigh and got herself settled underneath the blankets and waited patiently for Sebastian.

She leant over to grab one of the many books that were laying on the floor by his bed, but instead she caught sight of the picture frames he had on the table. One was of an older couple and Y/N could only assume they were his parents. They seemed to be chasing two toddlers around a garden before scooping them up and smiling for a family picture. The next was a drawing of Sebastian, Anne and Ominis that only looked to be a few years old and Y/N recognised Feldcroft in the background.

The final picture brought a small flush to her cheeks and she carefully picked it up for a closer look. It was a drawing of her and Sebastian from last year - she would recognise that coastal background anywhere. A large group of them had made their way to the beach for the day when the weather was good, and Garreth had been doodling in his ever-present notebook with a sly smile. Y/N had asked him what he was doing, but he simply waved her off and muttered something about potions and equations. She knew he had been lying to her (especially when Poppy leaned over to have a look and began to giggle) but had brushed it off and turned back to her conversation with Sebastian, but what she didn’t expect was for him to be sketching a picture of the pair of them as they smiled at each other. She definitely didn’t think Sebastian would be in possession of said sketch, or that he would keep it by his bedside.

“Was that your grand plan, then?” Sebastian asked teasingly as he walked out of the bathroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. “Send me to the bathroom so you could snoop?” He draped the towel over a chair and walked over to see what she was looking at. “Oh, Weasley gave me that a little while back, said he meant to give it to us after the beach but forgot.”

“And you decided to keep it on your bedside?”

“Of course. I don’t know if you noticed but only the most important people go there, and I didn’t have a picture with you before.” Sebastian said the words as if they were the most normal thing in the world while he climbed in next to her and lay down. “Do we get to cuddle too?”

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want - what kind of question is that, of course I want to cuddle,” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her playfully and tugged her over, his hand slipping over her waist. Y/N huffed out a laugh and placed an arm around his torso, her fingers trailing up and down his back soothingly. She felt his whole body relax against hers as he let out a content noise. “If you keep doing that I’ll be asleep in no time.”

“Good. You need it,” Y/N replied quietly. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp before running back down his back again.

“No, I need to thank you first.”

“You absolutely do not, but if you really want to, you can wait until morning.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Always.”

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lesbicosmos · 5 months

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rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight

spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)

ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media

joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?

on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice

ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe

joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here

tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure

then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond

ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room

hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?

THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much

ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner

this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:

hardy: this job, it does it to you

ellie: well, not to us

ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her

joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?

hardy: certain.

joe: good :)

joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.

now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits

hardy: you bloody liar

joe: ive said nothing

hardy: and yet-

joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.

ep5 - brian asks ellie out

ellie: sorry, im married

brian: and thats an issue is it?

ellie: happily married, brian

brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?

ellie: i am.

THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE

ep6 - jack's wake

ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away

ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives

ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone

joe: when you say everyone...

ellie: well, nearly everyone

this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.

ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station

ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?

just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.

#in conclusion ellie miller needs a hug and im more than willing to give her one #this is why i love rewatching things almost immediately after i watch them for the first time #you notice all the subtleties you didn't notice the first time and it lets you rly appreciate the cleverness of the writing and acting #broadchurch #broadchurch s1 #ellie miller #joe miller #alec hardy #olivia colman #david tennant #i love rambling about decade-old tv shows as though they've only just come out <333

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 1

Series Masterlist | Part 2

↝a/n: my first Robin Series. Set in season 4.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning:slightly proof read. Possible spoilers if you still haven't watched season 4, everything that happens in stranger things, slow burn, Vicky doesn't exist here, not because I don't like her, but because it's easier to write for Robin when she's not madly in love with another chick.

↝⎙ 6.24.23

Nancy jiggled her keys, annoyed with the mop headed boy. “Mike! Let's go.” She turned, looking at you with an irked expression. “This kid.” She opened the door, walking past you as you put your backpack on.

Mike rolled his eyes, hunching over the toaster, impatiently waiting for the pop tart to pop any second. “Jesus. How am I gonna survive a whole week without you guys?” You grinned as he walked past, handing you one of the warm pop tarts. “Besides you. You're cool.” He whispered before practically jogging to the car, where Nancy sat with her head thrown back in annoyance. You bid your parents goodbye before following him to the car, deciding you didn't have time to argue over who was getting in the front.

“So, Cali, huh?” Nancy glanced at you from the rearview mirror, a small grin making its way onto her lips. You two have tormented him for weeks over him going all the way to California for spring break. You did it more than Nancy though, only because you loved his grossed-out reaction when you'd turn around, acting as if you were making out with someone, hinting at the two.

“Yeah.” Mike grumbled, looking out the window from the passenger seat.

You nodded, not mentioning it for the rest of the car. At least, until you got to school.

“And then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for college. So, it's like, do I really wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex?” Steve continued to rant to deaf ears. “I mean, I don't know. Does that make sense to you?” He rubbed his forehead, glancing to his side, where Robin was putting on mascara, solemnly paying attention to the mirror and not to the man who was ranting for the whole car ride. “Robin, are you listening?”

“Uh, yes. I-I'm lis-”

“What did I just say?” Steve threw his hand up, shaking his head, unimpressed.

“Something about sex with…Linda.”

“No! I'm talking about Heidi.”

“Cut me some slack, please!”

Steve bit his cheek before rubbing his forehead again. “Well-”

Robin began to rant, “Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. And it is 7:00 in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally and I woke up looking like a total corpse.” She stretched her hands on the sides of her face, surely not looking flattering at all.

“Oh, you're worried about a pep rally? You expect me to believe that?” He glanced over again, his expression showing he absolutely did not believe that, not one bit.

“Yeah? So?”

“So, we both know what this is about. Okay, I'm not buying that bullshit. This is about Y/n.” He had met you a few times, when he was with Nancy and when you guys had to fight some ugly parasite looking monster. You were quick to catch Robin's eye in school, which, in turn, made her turn to Steve and tell him all about this girl. There were a few characteristics that led him to know she fancied you before she even told him your name.

“Absolutely not.” Robin couldn't help the blush that painted her cheeks, moving to do anything with her hands. She began applying lip balm, staring back into the little mirror in the visor.

“Yes it is. You know what else I think?”

“I really don't care-” Steve could go on and on. If you were to ask Robin what he said, she'd surely say blah blah blah with a roll of her eyes.

“I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her. You just gotta be yourself.” He had his hand out, motioning around absentmindedly.

“You're literally quoting me to me. You do realize that, right?”

“Well, maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that, smarty-pants?” Robin stared at him with a look that could kill. Was she this annoying when she scolded him, telling to get his shit together? "I listened to you and look at me. Boom. Back in business.”

“It's not the same thing, okay?”

“Well…"

Robin made a sound of disagreement at that, not letting him finish that thought. “You ask a girl out and she says no, big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego is a little bruised.” Robin looked at him with false pity, before moving her hands around again. “But I ask out the wrong girl, and BAM! I'm a town pariah.”

Shaking his head, Steve understood where she was coming from, but disagreeing with how she was going about it. “Yeah, okay, I'd buy that, except Y/n is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don't know that do we?”

"She returned Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who paused Fast times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?”

“...”

“People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew! Gross! Don't say boobies!”

“Boobies. It's not a big deal, okay. I like boobies. You like boobies. Y/n likes boobies. Definitely.”

Climbing over the seat after Nancy parked, you patted Mike as he held the car door open. “Use protection at least.” Before he could reply or grumble, you were jogging towards the gym, finding some of your friends in the process.

“Got any plans for spring break?” Chrissy asked, trying to keep in stride with you.

“Not really.” You hadn't made plans, but you'd probably end up staying at one of your friend's house. After walking in, you turned towards her, grinning to ease her nerves. “Have fun. You'll do amazing.” She smiled back, giving you a quick hug before running off.

Turning back to the bleachers, you tried to look for an empty seat, which was becoming harder with the people trampling into the double doors.

Hearing your name being yelled, you looked around, stopping when you saw Steve. He motioned you over, making sure no one sat down beside him.

With the glare he could feel on the side of his head, he'd definitely be getting an earful from Robin.

He held his hand out, helping you step up the stairs with all the people walking around you to take a seat. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He turned to face Robin, mouthing '53 minutes, 5 seconds'. She rolled her eyes before looking forward.

When everything started, he cheered with you as you not only cheered on your school, but your friends and all the work they put into the moves.

“And of course, I have to give a special shout-out.” Steve glanced over at you when he heard you scoff at Jason Carver.

“What? You don't like Jason?” His words were playful, already knowing you despised him for some reason, hearing it from Robin.

“I don't know. He loves Chrissy and shows it, but he's just a dick to everyone else.”

Jason continued to speak, “Chrissy…" He stared at her as they were the only two in the room. “Chrissy, I love you, babe.”

You made a gagging sound, only loud enough for Steve to hear it.

Jason went on to make another speech. “You know…I think I can speak for all of us when I say it's been a tough year for Hawkins. So much loss. And sometimes I wonder 'how much loss can one community take?' In dark days like this, we need something to believe in. So, last night, when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy I looked at my team and I said, think of Jack, think of Melissa, think of Heather, think of Billy.”

Both you and Steve looked down, searching for the red head you had seen climbing the bleachers to sit with your brother and Dustin. You both looked back at each other, taking pity on the poor girl.

Sure, you never got along with Billy. But you would've never wished that kind of death upon anybody, including him. Especially with the way it affected Max. You could tell she felt guilty. It wasn't fair for her; she was just a kid- a good kid at that.

"— Think of our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper. "

“You alright?” Chrissy almost walked past you in the hall, looking a little uneasy.

“Yeah, people died so they could win a basketball game. That's the reason.” You rolled your eyes, grumbling as you glared at the man screaming into the mic. “For a stupid trophy.” Sure, you will still congratulate Lucas if they do, indeed, win the trophy. But to say many people died for that was just ridiculous. Honoring the people who have fallen is different, but that's not what he's doing. Maybe Lucas would play in honor of them, but not Jason.

She blinked a couple of times before trying to smile. “Yeah-yeah. Of course. Just had to go to the counselor. I'm alright.” You slowly nodded, before wrapping an arm around one of hers and walking towards class. She had been acting weird lately. So you made sure to stay close to her, making sure she didn't do anything. “Would you like to do something for spring break?” You brought back the question she asked earlier.

“Like what?”

“I don't know. We could hang at your house-”

“No!” You looked at her, confused by her outburst. “Why would we do that when we have your house?”

“I mean, Mike's not going to be there, so sure.” You gently smiled at her, squeezing her arm affectionately when she stopped by the bathrooms. “I'll talk to you about it later, yeah?” She nodded before pushing the door open.

You began walking towards class, trying to wrap your brain around what was going on with her. She obviously wasn't okay.

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Hi, I came across your blog while I was checking out fics with the Kazutora tag, and I read a few of your works, and LOVED them! I'm still new to TR, but so far from what I've seen of Kazutora, you really capture him well!

I was wondering if you'd be open to writing something along the lines of Kazutora having a date over for a movie, but he seems like he's trying to keep distance between himself and said date, even to the point that he's left space between them so their legs won't touch. But his date has known him for years, even before he was locked away for 10 years, and really wants tk be close to him, so they scoot closer and lean their head against his shoulder, resting one of their hands on his arm. I'd love to know how you think he would react! I'd be fine with this being either a headcanon or a one-shot, honestly! It's just been on my mind since Tora brainrot settled I'm. 😅 I also wonder how his past self would have reacted, but whether that is written too or not is totally up to you if you do decide to take on this request, since I know he was like...15 during the 2005 timeline.

Regardless of what you decide, I love your work! ❤️

A/N: ahh thank you bb! I’m honored, I don’t get many of these compliments on here and it always brightens my day :) And I don’t mind doing both timelines, enjoy!

Pairing: kazutora x gn!reader

Notes: kinda slight spoilers (of his timeline), tw mentions of panic attack (kazutora), mostly just fluff and comfort

2005-2007 timeline:

“Was juvie harsh?” you ask, the movie almost sounding mute as kazutora looked over at you with wide eyes.

“.. How so?” he counters

“Well, I don’t know. You seem more.. distant.” your eyes wander back to the tv, momentarily taking in the scene before turning back to kazutora to speak once again.

“It’s because I am. Something horrible happened, you can’t just forget things like murder, y/n.” he says a matter of fact, not even sugar coating the unspeakable acts he had committed, regardless of whether he wanted to admit he did or to blame it on someone else again.

A small laugh slipped past your lips as you scooted across the couch and rested your head on his shoulder, taking him by surprise as he peered down at you between his golden locks.

“True, but in some ways, you have become a better man.” you say as your hands rests near his, looking over the many scars scattered along his hands and wrists like ornaments.

“You really think so?” he asks after a while, hesitantly taking your hand into his for the first time in ages.

“Yeah.” you say with a small smile.

2017 (i think) timeline:

The tv’s light flickered in the dark as an awkward kissing scene came on again, making both you y’all cringe and to look other places. Your eyes landed on Kazutora’s slim figure, frowning at the large gap in between you and him.

“How was work?” you ask, trying to pull anything for a small talk as he turned to face you with his golden yet curious eyes.

“Fine, busy.” he replies, his response matching perfectly with the tired eyebags hugging the bottom of his eyes and his slightly slumped-over figure.

Your head tilted sideways slightly as you studied his face. You shruged to yourself before moving over towards him, catching his attention as now he was cornered with you extremely close.

“I don’t have an illness Kazu, loosen up.” you joke, a small laugh escaping your lips as he averted his eyes elsewhere in the room.

“Still hung up on the past, I see.” you sigh as he looks at you again, catching a small dissatisfied glare from you as he too sighed.

“I’m not any different than I was 10 years ago, y/n.” is all he says as he gazes out the window, his eyes not settling on anything in particular just looking away from your eyes that stared him down with that typical mom-look.

“You are. Juvie and everything else aged you well, kazu.” you say hopefully, patting his shoulder as he turned to meet your gaze, small tears forming in his eyes unexpectedly.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Please. Just… move.” he says, almost pleads, as he tries to scoot away himself. Your hands quickly found his as you looked into his eyes with full warmth.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re not hurting me. You didn’t know, remember?” your smile lightened the darkness in him as your gentleness flooded his senses, forcing him to nod as his mind began to slow down again.

Your hand found his and intertwined, a small squeeze coming from your hand to show him that you were actually there for him, a small smile forming on his face. Yeah, you were a keeper.

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talking-about-bug-snacks · 2 years

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So, this is it! At the time of writing, this is the final Bugsnak to talk about. And it is a significant one, to the point that I actively consider it a spoiler. There’s no way to be sure if there will be more Bugsnax in the future, but the Bigsnax update feels to me like it truly completed the game, and this one has such a sense of finality to it and its circumstances that I feel this is truly the Final Bugsnak.

So, obviously, a big spoiler warning for this whole post! If you have not played Bugsnax and discovered every Bugsnak yet, this is your warning! If you have seen them all and do not mind both snak and story spoilers, then come... join me.

So. Ever since the launch of Bugsnax, there had been plenty of mysteries! At the end of the game, we do learn more about the Bugsnax and why they do what they do, but we never learn exactly their origin, or how they came to mimic snacks in particular. We still don’t know, and that’s all well and good! Not everything needs to be explained, and I like it better that we don’t know everything.

The BIGGEST mystery, though, was that of the Triplicate Space. If you went out of bounds specifically in one area of Boiling Bay, you would be teleported back, with an error message stating “The Triplicate Space is not yet available to you.” Now what in the DANG could this mean? No one knew! There was nothing similar in the game to suggest anything, and the developers would cheekily feign ignorance or dance around the subject when asked. It felt like there was an equal chance of it either being some kind of major foreshadowing, and that we would one day be able to access this mysterious space, or of it just being a big ol’ joke.

Then the Isle of Bigsnax update came along.

Well whaddaya know! Hidden in Broken Tooth is this mysterious key, and the use of “space” in its description makes its purpose obvious, and I’m telling you, the feeling I got when finding this was indescribable.

I don’t want to spoil much. This really is something you should try to experience as firsthand as possible. But the Triplicate Space is unlike anywhere else in the game, a place where you do NOT belong, where you learn things you are NOT supposed to know, and even some new mysteries, as well... and what waits for you at the end?

It’s this silly looking coffee mug with two handles! Why does a coffee mug have two handles? That’s just not realistic.

CAPPUCCEETLE

It’s because those aren’t just handles, they’re legs! This little snak was just taking a nap, and when it notices you, it flees. Well you better go catch it!

Doing that is no easy task. Not at all. First of all, you cannot catch it in the Triplicate Space. This is a snak that goes where it pleases, and that means it will run freely across the entire island! It’s the fastest snak alive, and can even run on water like a Jesus. This isn’t a Jesus, though, it’s a Joe! It is nicknamed Joey Quickbeans, and no I am not going to tell you the context of that. Sorry.

Evasive snax are no problem, right? Just set up a Trip Shot and let it get stunned, right? WRONG! You silly goose riding in a caboose! Cappucceetle cannot be tripped. It will just cheekily zip past the wire, taunting you as it does. And if you scare it away, off it will run to a whole other area! That little scamp! What are you to do?

You will have to rely on help from other Bugsnax! The only way to stun Cappucceetle is to have another snak do it, and there are options in any area it might end up in. Taking advantage of its love of chocolate, you can lure Cappucceetle into the path of an aggressive snak to get it knocked out! If you really want to overdue it, you can even summon Megamaki to do the deed. Whatever you do, though, there is another trick- putting the Trip Shot aross the exit to the area will prevent Cappucceetle from escaping!

With that, I have gone over all 112 Bugsnax here on this blog, and now I have to say... a very wonderfully happy anniversary to Bugsnax! Even if it is not as constant in my brain as it once was, it remains my favorite game ever, and will always be so special to me. It really messes me up that it has been TWO YEARS since the game came out, and I’ve been thinking about it for even longer! Whether there is more Bugsnax on the horizon or new projects entirely, I am very thankful to Young Horses for bringing us this wonderful game, and look forward to what they’ll do next!

#cappucceetle #bugsnax #talkin bout bugsnax #bugsnax spoilers

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rattytaffy · 2 months

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Welp I'm binging The Sun and Moon Show on this fine 4/13!

So hear have a shit post of an AU idea taken seriously (as a note i just got to where TSAMS is playing the SB Ruin DLC) Sun convenses Moon and Earth to play this new multy player game he has been hyped about the early access release of. SBURB, a new survival craft RPG.

However this game causes the apocalypse via meteors and transports all players to a new dimension. But the game needs a closed loop of server and player installs causing them to have to rope in several characters from the show they really would have preferred not to from Eclipse to Killcode to Monty.

And at this point I'm sure many of you are wanting to hunt me for sport as this is 100% a Homestuck AU

And the best part? Homestuck as a comic exists in there wold but none of the characters who get involved have read it and they find this all out lator after everything is going to shit

And it would be a viable game of Sburb which means they have to merge each characters kernel sprite twice Probs most are going to godteir. (Moon is Knight of Space probs, Sun strikes me as Heart, Eclipse as Seer of Doom? Not sure for Monty maybe time? Luner's probs light? Maybe Space? Feels like he would get prince to. Earth strikes me as Life. KillCode feels like Blood but i need to brush up on my classes and aspects) There will by a Skaia they each get a world (Id have to think harder on this one for good ones, but Luner gets the 'land of Beans and Bags')

There's a Prospit and Derse. And thus dream selves. Not sure who would go whare beyond Earth in Prospit and Sun too probs.

Feel free to reblog with thoughts on who would have what. But please I am still catching up on TSAMS so i would love a spoiler tag for anything past Sun is SAVED by Moon!? in VRCHAT Past the read more is quips

Monty: Okay so I'm still not finished building Luner and we gotta fuse this sprite thing with something dead so I'm gonna throw him in there Moon: Monty no this is a horrible idea Monty: alieoop *throws Luner into kernel sprite giving us LunerSprite* Earth: Moon we have a problem Moon: whats going on? Earth: well it the Star turned into a frog and hopped away and I'm afraid to look at it for any length of time as it is flashing colors at a rate witch can trigger photosensitive problems

Eclipse looking at Sun: you killed me once now do it again!!! Sun: yah but this time its specifically to make you stronger!! Eclipse: well i killed you on your quest bed so you should return the favor

The Gamzee shop keeper joke but its Monty

Luner: na its okay hes only stabbing me a little and I'm made of mettle Sun: hes stabbing you a lot right now Jack Noir repeatedly stabbing Luner

#413 #homestuck #happy 413 #tsams #tsams au #the sun and moon show #homestuck au #fnaf au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #Half just shitposting #half wanting to think seriously on this as an AU #rattywriting #TSAMS Homsetuck AU

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ohtobeascruntycat · 2 years

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If you're still taking them, 38 with asoryuu?

Prompt 38: Because they're running out of time

Major DGS2 spoilers

“Are you really still packing right now?”

Ryuunosuke looked from folding one of his shirts to see Kazuma standing in the doorway of the attic bedroom of 221B with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I, uh, got distracted. Don’t tell Susato-san I stayed up so late. But you should be in bed too; you have a trial tomorrow, right?”

Kazuma walked over and started to help Ryuunosuke put his belongings into his trunk.

“I just wanted to go over things again. I need to have everything in order if I am to be an effective co-counsel, and anyway, your ship leaves before my trial even starts.”

Ryuunosuke stopped and looked at his partner. Even in the low light of their room, it was easy to see the tired sheen in his eyes and the prominent bags underneath. Ryuunosuke was usually the night owl, but Kazuma had been staying up later than him for nearly the whole past week.

“...Were you hoping I would be asleep by now?”

Kazuma gave him a confused look. “I wouldn’t say hoping. I’m just saying you won’t be getting very much sleep tonight, and I know how sluggish you are in the mornings even with a good amount of sleep.”

“The defense concedes to that point, however, if I was already asleep then you wouldn’t get to say goodbye to me.”

Kazuma’s hands stilled in the middle of putting away one of Ryuunosuke’s books. His fingers tightened around the cover as he responded in a careful voice, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to see you off tomorrow, but you know I have a job to do.”

Ryuunosuke crossed his arms and leveled a stern look at his partner. “I know you could get out of that if you really wanted to; Lord van Zieks would understand. No, you’re just avoiding me. You have been for the past week.”

“I’m not…!” His protest died in his throat and he looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“I would prefer an explanation over an apology.”

Ryuunosuke had gotten enough apologies from Kazuma over the past year, and he had long since forgiven him for the mistakes he made. He had seen those demons and now all he wanted was for his partner to just talk to him.

“You can tell me the truth, Kazuma. Please?”

“I…” He turned quiet and grim-faced, resuming his work and pointedly not looking at Ryuunosuke.

Ryuunosuke sighed heavily and joined him, packing away his things in the tense silence. When they were done he closed the lid of his trunk with a resounding click. The two sat for a few moments before he spoke again, “Last chance, you know. Before I go back to Japan for who knows how long.”

Kazuma still didn’t say anything so Ryuunosuke got up to finally go to bed, but then he felt someone grab his hand.

“Kazuma…?”

His partner finally looked up with pleading eyes as he gripped his hand and whispered, “...I don’t want you to go.”

“You don’t. So would you mind telling me why you decided the best way to deal with that would be to avoid me?”

“I… didn’t want you to feel guilty, and I thought it would make it easier…”

“So you’re going to miss me?”

Kazuma released his hand and glanced away with pink-tinged cheeks. “Yes.”

Heart thumping in his chest, Ryuunosuke knelt down so he was eye level with Kazuma again and placed his hands on either side of his partner’s face.

“Personally, when I know I’m going to miss someone, I’d like to spend as much time with them as I can. Doing things like this, for example.” And then he leaned in for a long, but gentle kiss.

When Ryuunosuke pulled back and opened his eyes, Kazuma was looking at him, wide-eyed and face flushed a deep red.

“Oh. I, uh, I see.”

“I love you, you know, and I’m going to miss you too. I always do when I’m not with you.”

Kazuma managed to compose himself and respond, “I do too, and I’m sorry for avoiding you. I wasted so much time…”

“That’s alright. We still have a little bit of time left to make up for it.”

“You have a boat to catch in the morning.”

“And you have a trial to take care of, but I think Lord van Zieks can handle it if you’re a little sleep-deprived.”

“...The prosecution has considered it and accepts the defense’s proposal.”

Kazuma grinned and Ryuunosuke gladly met it with his own curved lips.

#thelocalmuffin #asoryuu #dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #dgs #tgaa #ryuunosuke naruhodou #kazuma asougi #dgs2 spoilers #ela writes #thanks muffin!!#kazumas communication issues rear their ugly head again #im normal about them #also apologies if this is vague and/or messy #also if its not clear this is sometime post canon

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geareduptom · 1 year

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CrimsonFate Mugman face marks

Ok so I am kinda in limbo with the au so I'm going to post a few things that I've been dying to share here while I struggle to learn how to make comics for the next decade maybe. But anyways If you wouldn't like Spoilers then please continue to scroll. However, Those of you who want to know these bits and pieces I've got settled can click the keep reading button ^^

Alrighty then.

So let me start by saying that Mugman in no way meant to harm Boris in the storyline, it was mainly an accident that happened when Mugmans powers in the story started to spill out.

Mugman has very strong and potent magic which is why it was sought after when he was little. To the point that Mugman started using magic unconsciously.

Which leads to Boris being captured by those who tried to capture Mugman. Sadly Mugman was never able to get an adult to help him look for Boris and he was in too much danger for them to stay in that town so they moved far away where Cuphead and Mugman's magic couldn't be controlled by others.

So when Mugman performed the Familiar Demon Spell and Boris came out. Boris was validly angry and vicious towards Mugman.

So when the council tries to capture and collect Boris, Mugman stops them since Boris had called him by name. Which was odd for a familiar demon.

So Mickey and the Cup brothers talk to Boris who reminds Mugman of what happened when they were little. He also still holds a lot of resentment for being left alone with his kidnappers so that his magic could power machines.

This of course catches the attention of the council and since Mugman is trying to become a High Cross, they inform him that neglecting a demon comes with consequences no matter how old he was when the crime was committed.

There was also a mini-trial that was put together where the men who kidnapped Boris were brought in and got their just deserts, but Mugman's trial was right after.

And Mugman didn't listen to Mickey or Felix's advice to try and take the case to a higher reviewee. He confessed to being Guilty since nothing they did would change the fact he'd brought Boris into a dangerous situation and he got severely hurt.

This leads us to Mugmans Punishment.

The council leaves the punishment up to Boris.

Boris in an odd turn of events doesn't go for the more brutal punishments but instead marks Mugman's cheeks with soul paint. This means no matter what form Mugman took in every life after this one he'd have the same markings on his face.

This surprises Mugman since he thought Boris would take his eyes cause... an eye for an eye as they say.

Boris does have a heart though and since Mugman confessed the past to everyone and even claimed guilty... there wasn't much more he could have wanted. Taking his eye wouldn't give him his old one back. Hurting Mugman wouldn't get back the years he'd spent.

So the 2 remain Familiars with each other and prove to be quite powerful. Enough to warrant them getting Mugman and Boris more teachers. ^^'

(If there is anything else you'd like to know about Crimson Fate don't be afraid to ask ^^)

#g.u.t.#art #mine #boris the wolf #mugman #crimsonfate #cuphead #mickey mouse #geareduptom

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mihidecet · 7 months

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I am experiencing many thoughts head full. I will try to put them in words - consider them observations, theories and like ... plot points? All of this is based on what I have understood and interpreted, so if anything I say is wrong or sounds wrong, please do feel free to correct me.

So, Purgatory day one.

An important prelude is that I was watching Philza, so my POV was of Red team.

I did not get to see it till the end, but I did catch some clips - including the one where he gets killed by Fit while surrounded by others and not even fighting back.

And the cognitive dissonance of seeing Charlie screaming while everyone else was silent was so strong?? I had almost forgotten they all went into separate discord channels.

And like - they never do, at least not that I remember? Even when they were split in teams in past events, they used proximity chat still, right? So they could still hear others.

And the whole thing about collaboration and communication being thrown out the window?

I assume that this is part of the Federation's plan and it is working TOO WELL. Telling them their kids lives are on the line was perfect.

[Potential spoiler if you haven't seen Quackity's stream]

Q was even told he'd be sowing discord between them and such, but like ???? he doesn't even have to do anything.

HOWEVER as I mentioned yesterday (in tags, I was in a hurry) I feel like there is a pretty clear way to approach this situation - and that is collaboration.

Why would they go through all the effort of killing each other and compete when they could simply help eachother? it's not like they're strangers to each other. it's not like they can't communicate.

I'd wager it would potentially be much more easy to complete the tasks if they helped eachother. And from what I remember, the recording did not say anything about not helping eachother.

Furthermore, it would be extremely useful to not have a losing team. And that, to me, is quite obvious since the losing team risks losing their eggs.

And except for BBH and Fit, every parenting group is split between the teams, right?

So why wouldn't, say, all the brazilians want to make sure none of them lost? if any of them did, they'd be risking Richa's life!

With all of this (kinda little and silly) reasoning, what I'm thinking of right now is: if this were to happen (aka if somebody were to try and spark collaboration between teams), who would it be?

The first trio that I thought would do this were Jaiden, Bad and Foolish, since they used to be pretty close in canon - but Jaiden and Foolish are on the same team, and BBH killed Charlie which was in my opinion one of the first pushes to the downfall of team red into chaos and despair (I wish I was exaggerating).

Tina and Foolish, or Phil and Etoiles, are also some people that come to mind as people that bonded really strongly and are not currently on the same team.

Then there's the canon/fanon ships.

I have to admit that I don't know if Cellbit and Roier fought yesterday - and if they did, I don't know how it went.

But after Pac put up posters to keep away Cell and Fit promised to keep him safe ... I cannot imagine Pac would be too thrilled to see Fit looming over him ready to kill.

And like so many others but my brain is not collaborating atm.

The only thing that I think won't happen is any attempt at collaboration coming from red team - they're the underdogs and they got burnt real bad yesterday, so I feel like they'd be extra suspicious of anyone not part of their team. Which is a shame, since they're also some of the most rp heavy players.

Don't really know where I was going with all of this.

I think overall I just hope to see them all together again - yesterday stream was fun but also kinda stressful xD

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp theory #I suppose?#it's mostly copium I assume #or maybe not #who knows

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

cw: canon violence, language, manga spoilers

genre: angst

characters: eren, mikasa, armin, levi x gn!reader

a/n: a little something as the part 2 concludes. also, this is a confirmation that i, indeed, am unable to write anything happy for snk. thank you and i hope u enjoy this :) notes and rbs are appreciated!!

❀ eren jaeger

the first time he sees it, eren thinks it must have been a trick of his eye, an illusion made by his mind. he thought it must have been the fatigue catching up to him, the nightly terrors affecting him, the impact of the past months' events dawning on him. he convinces himself that it was just that, there was no reason to be irrational.

but how could something be so vivid?

how could you be so vivid?

how are you appearing from the corner of his eyes with that soft smile on your face? appearing in front of him like it was something you were meant to do? because it clearly wasn't.

dead people don't appear in front of someone.

especially you. he clearly saw you reduced to a pile of flesh and blood that day, reclaiming shiganshina. he saw your body lowered onto the ground as the makeshift coffin got covered by the soil. he knows the feeling of your name engraved on the tombstone by the number of times he ran his fingertips through it.

what more does he need to finally accept that you're no longer? that you're gone. no longer returning.

what do you need from him?

he's bothered enough by his past mistakes, and he keeps being bothered and attacked by the future he saw. so why do you need to add to that headache? why are you still bothering him?

do you enjoy tormenting him? seeing him miserable and pathetic? do you revel at the sight of his disheveled self and the lack of his self control? perhaps you were laughing at how much he resembled his pathetic excuse of a father, only, he was much worse.

but he thought you love him. so, if you love someone, why would you appear in front of them when you shouldn't be? why are you holding him back?

why do you caress him ever so gently at night? why do you hum that melody that he always fell asleep to whenever he was distressed? why do you talk to him at the most random times and encourage him all the time like you did when you were still alive?

and it's like, you were still there.

still with him and everyone else. still breathing and dedicating your heart for a cause. still traveling down the same path with him side by side.

it's like you never even left him in the first place. it's like he never saw your sunken eyes, pale skin, the gear that pierced your flesh, and the dried blood that stained your uniform.

it's like you were always there for him. because it was true, you never left his side until the day he passed. because you were always around, even though he never acknowledged your presence, though he always thought of you as a hallucination, you remained beside him.

oh, and nothing could compare to the bliss he had when he felt the familiar steel blade brush his neck.

and he ran to you with open arms. without a care in the world.

he was the boy who sought freedom, and he knew that he could finally be free with you.

in your arms as you two flew in the sky, limitless.

❀ mikasa ackerman

she knew you were real, she never doubted those images you showed her, not even once. she acknowledged your presence and never made any move to eject them or turn them down, because she was well aware that it was you. you looked pale, but she knew that it is you.

you’ve always been her ever since that day.

and you never ceased to appear before her day by day.

you appeared before her whenever you pleased, and she gladly took in your presence and admired your figure. and she knew she should not, oh well, there is nothing that could stop her anyway.

but she reached a point where she wished you would stop.

she acknowledged to you and your presence, your scent, and every little thing about you. but it did reach a point where she wish that it would just stop, she wish that you would hold your operations and just leave her on her own devices. because she can't be drunk on you, she can't be dependent on you.

what more does she have to do to make you stop? should she gouge out her eyes to stop herself from seeing you? or cut her ears to no longer make your voice audible?

her headaches are bad enough that it prevents her from doing her everyday tasks without a problem, but you just had to make yourself seen and those little images of you from every corner of the room. you almost always push her to a brink of no return.

you love her, she loves you. you know her better than anyone else, you know that she’s not the strongest, so why do you keep tormenting her?

whenever she finds you sitting next to your tombstone atop the hill beside the tree, she doesn't say anything and instead opts to sit beside you in silence. and whenever she catches you beside her daughter, humming a melody to calm the little child, she doesn't mind.

and it’s like, you were still there.

still with her and the others, doing your work as a diplomat alongside armin. because, that job fits you, that was your rightful place.

if only you were still here.

however, mikasa came to know that you're not going to stay for long, and you finally relented. you finally found it in yourself to let her go after nine years into your death. it brought tears to her eyes, and excruciating pain to her heart.

the next time you appeared was decades later, as she was rocking on her chair, her eyes drooping like the sun in the sky.

she saw your mist figure, reaching a hand to her as she breath her last.

oh, how wonderful.

she can finally be herself again, no more a scout veteran, no more mikasa ackerman.

just, mi casa.

❀ armin arlert

the first time he sees you was during his attack on liberio, after all the damage he inflicted and all the lives he took. amidst the sea of flames and lava, ashes and cinders, smoke and blood, you looked so clear and prominent in his eyes. in the vast area of crimson, you were the only pale white in sight.

and at that, he and his titan shed even more tears.

especially when you gazed at him with awe and pride.

he did not know how he managed to make it through the night, with sasha’s death, your appearance, eren’s return. it was a lot to take in a single night, alongside the endless worries he has for the future.

and then you began to show more often.

you visited in his dreams, popped up in the meeting halls, watched from afar during the time he trains. he basks in it, he craves it and loves your presence, he adores it so much. his days would be incomplete if you didn't appear before him. before he knew it, he became dependent on your presence.

he was addicted to you. to the ghost of you. to your image, your voice, your aura. he's drawn in to you and your remnants, hiding in the comfort of whatever you give him.

it was alarming, and bad. how armin seemed to never function as well as he did ever since he got drunk on your makeshift existence. his behavior has the others worried but they choose to keep quiet about it, thinking that things might be taking a toll on him.

he craves your presence. needs it. longs for it. because, why would you only appear now? he was already at the verge of finally getting over your death, but you just had to pull him back, didn't you?

but he didn't mind. he missed you so much. he yearned for you for so long. he engraved every little thing about you. your voice when you'd talk to him. the feeling of your cold mist on his skin whenever you caress his face. your warm tears falling on his hand whenever you think he's asleep.

and it's like, you were still there.

because in every nook and cranny of every room, he can see your shadow. in the skies, fields, mountains, even in the midst of war and purge, his ocean eyes always finds you.

even though he knew he shouldn't. he's the new commander of the scouts, so there's just one more thing important than you.

oh? he fell unconscious during the battle? god, why are you still there again? he needs to fight with eren? damn it, why are you there as well? he needs to think straight, he doesn't need you.

not anymore.

because he's the hero who saved the world. the leader of the paradis island who'd continue the peace talks. he wields so much authority and power. so, why should he be dependent on a false image? on a mist? on a hallucination?

he's so much more than a man who's addicted to his dead lover's apparitions.

so, you served your purpose already. you got him through the war and the hard times.

it's about time you leave him alone.

❀ levi ackerman

he was not one to believe in such things. he saw you once after your death? huh, must be his eyes playing a trick on him. or maybe it was the fatigue. it was quick, the way his eyes flew to your form before he looked the other way. sure he had seen his dead comrades before too, but he did not dwell on it.

he’d get nothing from looking for too long.

so it’s better to look away than to immerse himself in it.

but even though he doesn’t look at you, he does not reject your existence nor your presence. he sees you, he feels you, but he makes no move to acknowledge you. but he also does not make any move to get rid of you.

that was enough for you, though.

just watching from afar was enough for you. your gaze always falls on the scars on his face, softens whenever you see him smile the slightest while spending time with gabi and falco. you smile to yourself at the thought that no sacrifices has ever gone to waste.

even though you knew that everyone’s demise brought pain and struck a hole in his heart, you didn't bear any regrets nor blame. levi finally felt at peace and content, and you’d make sure no one takes that away from him.

for levi, even if years have passed and his wounds have turned into scars, the pain of yesterday was still alive and fresh. still haunting him wherever he goes. it doesn’t help that you were always around, the corner of his eye always catching your figure in the shadows.

he’s in a dilemma. he doesn’t know what to do with you. he likes that you’re there because he finds comfort in your presence. but he also hates that you’re there because you keep reminding him of the past he wishes he could rewrite.

and it’s like, you were still there.

only he wishes you aren’t.

do you regret giving up your life for him that day? do you wish to rewrite whatever you have done? do you wish he was the one who died instead? these thoughts kept him awake at night, and he’s always unable to get a blink of sleep.

you always sat by his windowsill, trying to decipher that look on his face and the thoughts on his mind running a mile per minute.

and you only realized what you should do when you hear his whimpers and pleas for forgiveness one night where he miraculously was able to fall asleep.

tears rolled down his face the same time your essence began to fade.

you knew deep down that levi was already fine without you. and by staying around, you were only tormenting him.

so levi ackerman woke up the next morning, in his cold room, alone.

with a lukewarm cup of his favorite tea on his bedside table.

which he never told neither falco nor gabi about.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years

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{ft. Belphegor}

Part 6 of the Body Image Series

Cw: eating disorders, mention of self-harm, excessive exercising, calorie counting, exhaustion, weighing oneself, restricting diet, poor body image, negative self-talk, talks of weight/appearance in general, anxiety, spoilers for lesson 16+

How do the brothers interact with an MC who has disordered eating habits, how they find out, what do they do, what their approach is, do they even understand what is happening, and how they comfort MC. Read under the cut.

Genre: comfort, some fluff, some angst

Written for a GN!MC

WC: ~2.6k

>>>Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in Eating Disorder Treatment, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are struggling with disordered eating, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the NEDA helpline via online chat, phone call, or text.<<<

Beelzebub.....Mammon.....Asmodeus.....Satan.....Leviathan.....Belphegor.....Lucifer

Just a little longer, you thought to yourself. I can go a little bit longer.

You had been running on the treadmill for the past hour straight with no lapses in your pace. Your throat stung every time you took a breath, and your legs felt as if they were about to give out beneath you.

You had resigned yourself to going to the weight room with Beelzebub and Belphegor today, since finals were right around the corner at RAD. The fear of failing your exams stressed you out to no end, so much so that you've been eating a bit more than usual...and in order to feel better, you needed to work yourself to the point of exhaustion.

Belphie passed out on the weight bench the minute he laid down on it, and Beel took to his own weights as he kept an eye on you. You knew you couldn't do anything too extensive under his gaze, but figured running on the treadmill for as long as you possibly could wouldn't look as suspicious as doing repetitive sit ups or planks for hours on end.

Little did you know, the excessive running came off as very suspicious to a certain sleepy demon.

Belphie stretched as he lifted himself from the weight bench. He looked at the clock above the door and was shocked when he realized he had been asleep for nearly an hour...but he was even more surprised to see you were still running...and you looked like you were ready to collapse.

Belphie trotted over to the treadmill and folded his arms over the front of it. He locked eyes with you in an attempt to move your focus to him. You tried to avoid his gaze, but there was only so many places you could look.

"Mc." He yawned, the sleepy droop in his eyes told you exactly what he was going to say next. "Come take a nap with me. You look exhausted."

You shook your head, trying to keep yourself focused on the increasing number of calories you were burning on the display screen.

He scrunched his face at you, his voice turning whiney. "Come onnn. Just looking at you makes me wanna sleep."

"You...always...wanna sleep..." you panted out, continuing to keep your pace.

Belphie groaned loudly and removed himself from the front of your equipment. He dropped to the floor and star-fished in front of you, staring up as you continued running. He continued groaning louder and louder, planning on increasing his irritating behavior until you stopped what you were doing and paid attention to him.

He's not going to stop until I do...you thought. Belphie really did know exactly how to push your buttons.

You present the stop button on the screen and the track slowed to a halt. You bent over, resting your hands on your knees as you desperately tried to catch your breath.

Belphie smirked. "Oh, great! You're done. Let's go nap now!"

You glared at him. "Shower." Was all you managed to mutter out as you shakily made your way to your gym bag. You had barely gotten the zipper open when you felt your legs buckle beneath you. You dropped to your knees and yelped at the pain of your bones colliding with the tile floor.

Belphie shot straight up and saw you on your knees, wincing in pain. He rushed to your side, assessing you for injuries. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no. Im okay." You gave him a weak smile. "Just lost my balance."

He glared at you. "Mc, I'm not stupid."

You were taken aback by his brazen attitude. "Huh??"

He sighed, moving on from his comment. "Come on. Let's go nap."

Belphie helped you to your feet and yelled out that he was going to the attic with you. Beel replied that he'd be there in a few hours, so that gave Belphie time to have a serious talk with you about the things he'd been noticing...

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Belphie plopped down on the soft collection of pillows. He motioned for you to lay down with him.

"Belphie I told you I wanted to shower. Im all sweaty." You sighed, turning toward the stairs and wondering if you could make it back down on your own.

"I don't care if you smell." He shrugged, smirking. "You usually stink like human anyway so its nothing new."

You crossed your arms over your chest and shot him a warning glare. "Wow that was so funny Belphie. You should do stand-up."

Belphie rolled his eyes at the irritated look on your face. He grabbed your arm and pulled you on top of him, careful not to whip you around too hard.

“Ack!” you smacked your head against his as you fell directly on top of him. You rubbed the center of your forehead and winced in pain as Belphie chucked.

“I guess you aren’t as hard headed as I thought.” He smirked at you. You gave him a dirty look in response and rolled off of him onto your back. He was amused by your frustration with his teasing...but then he remembered suddenly why he wanted to catch you alone, and the playfulness of his energy evaporated.

You laid on the pillows, staring at the ceiling. Your brow still stung with where it connected with Belphie’s but the pain was fading the longer you laid with him. You started to become distracted by your thoughts when Belphie wrapped his arms around your stomach, and gripping one your legs with both of his. His grip on your was extremely tight- almost like a Koala to a tree.

“Belphie...you’re squeezing a little hard.” You wriggled a bit under his grasp. At first you thought he had just fallen asleep when he refused to relinquish his grasp, but you noticed the unusually fast pace of his breaths and his eyes appeared to be wide open.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, concern suddenly washing over you. “Belphie..?”

He sighed and looked up at your through his bangs. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

You stared at him in bewilderment. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

He groaned and his gaze dropped down again. You thought he was just going to pretend he hadn’t said that- like he did with his comment earlier- based on his demeanor. But to your surprise, but continued. “You would have gotten really hurt if you would have continued running like that...And it’s not the first time you've done it either.”

You paused, saying nothing in response. You definitely didn’t want to have this conversation with him right now. You moved out from his grasp slightly, and tried to push him off.

He sighed in frustration at your attempts to avoid talking to him about what was going on. He whirled his body around from his death-gripping cuddle and sat on top of your posterior, making it so you couldn’t wiggle away- even if you tried.

“Mc...Would you please just talk to me.” He stared intently into your eyes, a desperation evident behind his own. “I know something’s wrong.”

You sighed and looked away from him. You really didn’t want to have to have this conversation with him- especially since you knew he would make you stop what you were doing. You knew it wasn’t healthy...but you were somewhat afraid at what the consequences of stopping would be.

“If you aren’t going to say anything-” Belphie continued, eyeing you cynically. “-then I'm just gonna keep talking.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and furrowed your brow. Maybe you could just frustrate him to the point where he would just drop it like he often does to you...or maybe he’d fall asleep before that happened.

“Fine.” Belphie huffed, his tone terse. “You wanna know what I’ve been seeing you do when you thought I was sleeping?”

Your heart dropped as a wave of anxiety washed over you.

He pressed on, noticing the worry now displayed on your face. “I have seen you look at the back of all of the packaging for all the food we have in the house and jot notes down about the amount of calories in all of it. And the last time I spent the night in your room, I looked through the note book you keep it in and saw you had labeled things as ‘OK’ ‘permissible’ and ‘NO.’ After looking at it for a second, I caught onto your pattern. All the lower calorie stuff was labeled as ‘OK’ and the high calorie stuff was labeled as ‘NO.’ It’s like you created a little cheat sheet for foods that wont make you gain any weight.”

You tightened your arms against your chest. You felt your heart beat increase to a rapid pace and panic began forming in your head. How the hell did he figure all this out on his own???

Belphie’s frown intensified, noticing you still refusing to meet his gaze. “I also know you have 3 scales in your room and that you weigh yourself at least twice per day on all of them.”

You snapped your eyes up to his, a look of anger crossing your features. you wrinkled your nose at him as if you were going to say something, but ultimately decided against it.

Belphie was glad he finally had your attention, but he wasn’t ready to stop grilling you. “Combining all that with the fact that you sometimes wont eat for a day or two, and you will exercise to the point of nearly passing out multiple times per week-”

“What do you want from me, huh?!” You finally snapped. You didn’t want to yell at Belphie- he was just worried about you, after all...but he was also threatening to take away the only things you had to make you feel a little less hatred for yourself, and that was something that scared you. You couldn’t let him take that away from you.

Belphie crossed his arms, sadness passing his eyes at your outburst. “I want you to tell me why you choose to do this to yourself.” He murmured softly.

You felt your chest heaving with anxiety and frustration at his actions. Despite your best efforts to calm down, you continued your melt-down. “I told you I was fine! There’s nothing wrong! Just fucking drop it already!"

Now it was Belphie’s turn to snap. His horns burst from his skull and his tail whipped out from his rear. He leaned his face down closer to yours as he yelled. “The fact that you are yelling at me like this isn’t convincing me that you’re fine!"

You felt fear rise in your chest at the appearance of his demon form as he held you down. You hid your fear behind your anger as you yelled back. "I'm only yelling at you because you won't believe me when I tell you that I'm fine!"

"But you're not fine! At this point it seems like you're just trying to convince that to your own damn self!" He snarled his retort back at you. "Just fucking tell me what's wrong!"

"You expect me to just open myself up to you after you spied on me and went through my stuff?!” you snapped, finally giving up on trying to convince him nothing was wrong. You decided to go for low-blows instead, hoping he would finally leave you alone. "Were you trying to make me feel like shit or were you just being pervy?"

He felt a blush cross his cheeks at your comment. He didn't intend to make you feel like he was trying to get dirt on you, nor did he intend to be a creep. He started to feel guilty, but he wasn't about to let you win the argument. "I only did those things because something was clearly off with you! I wasn't trying to make you feel bad-"

“And? Why does it even matter to you at all!?” You yelled back.

“Because I love you!” His voice was still raised, but it quivered as tears began to fall from his eyes. He whipped he gaze away.

You both grew quiet, your chests heaving and eyes looking anywhere but at each other. Belphie’s tail whipped back and forth in irritation as he stared at the wall. Your gaze was on the floor in the other direction, arms still crossed on your chest, but slightly looser.

“Is everything ok? I heard yelling and-” Beelzebub suddenly appeared from the stairway, a concerned expression decorated his face. He paused when he saw you both- Belphie sitting on top of you in his demon form and you with your arms crossed beneath him. He felt anxiety rise in his chest. He didn’t like seeing Belphie being this bold with his demon form after what he had done to you...even if it was quite some time ago. “Wh-what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You muttered, trying to get ahold of your frustration. “We were just talking.”

Beel hesitated, but took a step further into the room. Belphie whipped his head around to face his brother, the tears still falling gently from his eyes. Beel stopped in his tracks upon seeing his brother’s melancholy expression.

Belphie sucked in a breath and looked to the floor. His voice quivered slightly. “C-can you please give us a couple more minutes.”

Beel nodded and stumbled quickly back out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Belphie sighed and turned his gaze back toward you. You both had calmed down a bit, but he was still upset at how you were behaving toward him. He was just trying to help you, but you just kept pushing him away.

When he finally spoke, Belphie’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I know that I didn’t go about this in the best way, but...but I’m worried about you. I...I dont want you to get hurt.”

You stayed silent for a moment, taking in his words. You felt his weight release as he stood up. He moved to the wall and pressed his back against it, sliding down until he was seated and clutching his knees to his chest. His tail continued to flick slightly as the remnants of his irritation dissipated.

You sighed and pushed yourself up from the pillows. You sat in front of him, cross legged, thinking of what to say.

Belphie looked up at you through his bangs. Given how you had acted before, he was surprised you hadn’t left the room. “Please, Mc...Talk to me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you nodded slowly. Your voice was low, and you refused to look at him while you spoke. “I just...I really hate myself sometimes.”

Belphie stared at you, wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe what you had just said to him.

“It’s always kind of been something I struggled with, and...all of that was how I made myself feel better.” You sighed, avoiding his gaze that you could feel burning a hole right through your heart. “I don’t know why it makes me feel better...It just does. I get a sense that I have some sort of control over...something.”

Belphie nodded. He couldn’t say he didn’t relate at least a little bit. His feelings were similar when he had attacked you- his hatred of humans at the time was how he coped with the fact that he had hated himself too.

“I just...it helps stave off the feeling...if only for a moment.” You sighed, tears beginning to sting your eyes. “It’s not like I want to do those things if I didn't feel like I had to.”

Belphie reached his hand out to you- a request for you to take it in yours. You looked to his hand, and then met his eyes. He nods toward it, and you take it in yours. He drops his knees and pulls you into a tight hug on top of his lap. You squeezed him back and cried into his embrace.

After the moment with him, you both talked more about your disordered habits. You found that- strangely enough- you felt better after getting it all out in the open. Belphie offered to be a support for you, in addition to getting Beel on the same page as well. You made an agreement with Belphie that, whenever you started feeling poorly about yourself again, you would call on him- no matter where you were, even using your pact if you had to.

Belphie tried convincing you to talk to someone else about what was going on, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. He understood, though he was disappointed that you wouldn’t go to Simeon or Diavolo to see if you could get some extra help. With his continued support though, you would become more open to the idea in the future.

#Obey Me!#shall we date: Obey me #obey me #obey me: shall we date?#obey me fic #obey me imagines #obey me comfort #obey me fluff #obey be angst #obey me headcannons #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #the body image series #GN!MC #fic

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

MASTERLIST

Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to." He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you. He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Epiphany. Yan Albedo x Reader

Warnings: General yandere themes, implied unhappy previous relationship, and spoilers for Albedo’s story. Word count: 2k.

It wasn’t fair.

A snowstorm, unlike anything you’ve ever seen rages outside, shards of lustrous ice falling from the sky with the intent to kill. The Dragonspine’s traditionally somber ambiance contorts into something far more sinister. Numerous hues of grays and dark blues blur together, obscuring your view of the mountainous region. It’s difficult to see anything outside Albedo’s workshop save for the storm.

“Your shaking won’t stop unless you sit by the fire.”

His matter-of-fact declaration startles you. Albedo hadn’t spoken in some time, his attention devoted to a specimen he had discovered prior to the storm. You would’ve shared in his enthusiasm if not for the overall situation and company. Sighing reluctantly, you stand from your spot, hugging yourself to stave off the biting cold. It’s impossible to settle on which is worse: staring at the blizzard or staring at him.

Albedo’s fair skin glows from the light of the crackling fire, sandy blonde hair tousled around his face without care. As he studies the new specimen, his lips purse, eyes focusing on nothing but the work before him, like nothing else mattered. This is how you’ve always known him to be. Even if the world was falling apart around him, Albedo would never falter from what catches his interest until he felt sated.

Sensing how you’re fixating on him, his attention flickers briefly to you, an unidentifiable emotion gleaming in his eyes. You’re the one to avert your gaze first. Sucrose is going to owe you majorly for this one, why did you even accept her request in the first place? Thinking about it now and cursing your past self does nothing yet you still occupy the time by doing just that. She had come to you panicked, pleading that you take this letter to Albedo in the Dragonspine, claiming it’s urgent. In the heat of the moment, your judgment lapsed and you caved. She spoke of needing to continue her research in Mondstadt or else she would’ve done it herself.

Look where your goodwill has gotten you now, you think. She owes me a week’s worth of dinner.

You lament giving credence to his advice, but your stubbornness concedes, the cold too miserable to withstand any longer. The fire is right by his side to add insult to injury. Did he do that on purpose to spite you? It’s unlikely, yet your mind wanders to the worst-case scenario. If any other citizen of Mondstadt were privy to your suspicious thoughts, they’d think you unreasonable, as Albedo has established his reputation well. He’s a known eccentric, sure, but a genius one. A few quirks on his behalf that anyone else could overlook.

Quirks that you used to overlook yourself.

“Would you please grab my bag,” he doesn’t look away from his prized sample but motions to the general area it’s in. “I need to write down my observations.”

You follow through with what he asks. There was a time you’d have been over the moon to participate in his process, you used to practically trip over yourself to do anything he needed. That enthusiasm has long died off and been replaced by apathy. It’s when he reaches out to take the bag from you that you snap from your trance-like reverie. Whatever remnants of obedience that lingered in your subconscious are brushed away, as you decide to finally challenge him.

Inhaling sharply, you hold the bag just out of his reach, finally earning his recognition for more than a millisecond.

“I’m not your assistant anymore.” Among other things, you think.

The words come out more childish than you intended. What you had meant to communicate was your new, critical view on him — he’s a person just the same as anyone else — who held no authority over you. You hold your breath awaiting his response. Albedo doesn’t have an intimidating presence, not in the traditional sense. It’s his mind that you’re wary of. There’s no guessing what sentiments run through his head, yet that’s never stopped you from trying to unravel the mystery that is his thought process.

He gives you a long, hard stare. “I’m aware of that.”

Where were you going with this again? Albedo doesn’t need to point out your needlessly spiteful behavior with words, his mildly irate facial expression says it just fine. His thin eyebrows threaten to furrow together and the corners of his lips curl down into a frown. You’re unsure of what bothers him more. What you pointed out, or that his work is being interrupted for even the slightest moment.

The budding confidence you had is all but crushed beneath the weight of his unblinking gaze. Clearing your throat, you decide to take a new approach, straightening your posture in an attempt to be taken more seriously.

“Then tell me, why do you still act like I am?” Your question comes from a genuine place of confusion. Ever since your arrival, you’ve begrudgingly done the odds and ends he’s asked of you, almost like clockwork. You had fallen back into the rhythm that was your life up until a month ago. There was just something about the silent authority he carries that makes it impossible to say no.

That is, until now. You’re determined to clear up the problems that have plagued your mind. Albedo’s had his time to be nonchalant like nothing happened between you two, but you’re not having it anymore.

“Force of habit,” he nods his head towards your hand that holds his possessions captive. “Now, would you please…?”

Your grip tightens and you shake your head defiantly. “No. Or at least, not until you give me a better explanation. Not just about that. How you act in general… none of it makes sense to me.”

It wouldn’t take much effort from his half to wrangle his bag from you, you’ve seen him in action before after all, so it comes as a surprise when he instead gives in. You blink, gaping when he takes a seat by the roaring fire, and motions for you to do the same. An opportunity like this is hard to come by. The past few weeks, it’s been your code of conduct to avoid any interaction with Albedo, but your frustration can no longer be repressed.

You take a seat by his side but intentionally leave some distance.

There’s so much you want to say. Insults, questions, demands, anything. Anything that could give just a hint of closure that he refused to offer himself. It doesn’t help that this familiar area brings memories with it — good and bad alike — painful nostalgia eating away at your heart from the inside out. While you battle with your inner thoughts, he observes you in silence. For a time you hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and wind howling outside.

Finding the courage to speak up, your throat tightens as you force a question out. “Did I… mean so little to you?”

It’s rare that Albedo ever looks taken aback, but your inquiry managed to do just that. His eyes widen ever so slightly, confusion etching onto his face before he manages to compose himself. Lots of intimate discussions had gone this way. You’d spend hours prepping yourself, meticulously going over what it was you wanted to say, only for the words to die on your tongue when you saw him.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” He appears genuinely perplexed and you can’t help but feel silly. It may have served you better to think long about this, you realize, but now it’s too late. You rush to explain yourself in hopes of making better sense.

“When I said I wanted to, er, part ways,” you can’t help but cringe at not knowing the proper label for ending whatever was going on between you two, “You just seemed, I don’t know, indifferent…?”

In your head, this went down in such a different way.

Your cheeks are set ablaze by the humiliation his silence brings. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this exact way when bringing up your feelings to Albedo, yet it’s just as awful. Archons, does he always have to look at you like you have three heads?

When he finally gives you an answer, you wish you had never asked.

“I knew you would come back to me eventually.”

Now it’s your turn to give him an incredulous look. He says it without an ounce of hesitation, never once breaking eye contact, his resolve holding firm. Sensing a need to clarify, he attempts to do just that.

“I considered a variety of variables,” he raises his hand and brushes his knuckles over your face, the unexpected tenderness making you shiver. “I know how your mind works very well. When you told me that’s what you wanted, your physical mannerisms didn’t line up with what you were saying.”

Your heart drops but he doesn’t stop there.

“Biological responses never lie. It wasn’t anxiety that kept you from looking me in the eye then, it was reasonable doubt. You know it as well as I do. There’s something about me that you can’t place, and the natural human response to the unknown is caution.”

He stops caressing your cheek. “So, tell me [First], and maybe then you’ll reach the conclusion you’ve been searching for. Why are you afraid of me?”

Everything feels wrong. How he’s whispering such horrifying ideas into your mind, leading the conversation with expertise. Is it charisma? You don’t think that’s the proper word. No, it’s how damn certain he is, how he never once leaves room for argument.

Albedo appraises your silence coldly.

“See? You’re not sure yourself. Thus why I knew you’d return to me,” he retracts his hand and leans back, but the ghost of his touch leaves your face tingling. “When you don’t understand something, you study it. That’s who you are. It’s why I picked you to be my assistant, that quality of exhausting curiosity, much like the one I have myself.”

He’s hypnotizing you with his words, his even tone, his silent authority. You’re drawn in like a moth to a flame and trapped in a verbal standoff. Whether it was a result of your Vision flickering subconsciously resulting in the fire diminishing or some other cause, you realize what little warmth in the cave is disappearing, your breath materializing in front of you as a result.

But it’s only yours.

That’s when it clicks deep inside the recesses of your mind. Apart of what always bothered you about Albedo was this sense of uncanniness. Whenever you thought you were understanding him better, new mysteries would arise, leaving you worse off than when you started. This combined with his workload and the emotional distance you felt between the two of you is what led to your separation.

Albedo’s face is but a few inches away from yours. He’s patiently awaiting a response or anything you could muster to challenge him with, though both of you are aware that no such thing exists.

You manage to surprise him again by asking another question. “Why… why are you not breathing?”

And how could you never have noticed until now?

His long eyelashes flutter shut. “Relationships truly are troublesome. There are unspoken rules and expectations, both of which take effort to satisfy. I hadn’t mind trying to do so to keep you happy, but that approach didn’t work as intended.”

Had it not been for the hammering of your heart and how lighthearted you feel, you’d challenge him on his definition of trying. Instead, you watch without so much as moving an inch, too in awe to utter a single word.

“You always asked me to be more romantic, but I guess the phrase you take my breath away won’t suffice here,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll tell you, but once you know… well, I don’t think I can ever let you leave my side.”

“I hope you won’t mind keeping me company a bit longer than you intended to.”

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Let's talk "Fertility Saint Cichol" for a bit, shall we?

No one requested this, I just wanted to let my mind wander on its own for once lol.

Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader

cw: cock worship, deep throating, me being a shameless size queen

NSFW 18+

* and spoilers I guess idk

You've only been in Seteth's quarters a handful of times before, and always with him present. Today, however, it seems work has kept him late, and so you meander around his room, trying to occupy yourself without being overly intrusive as you wait to meet him for tea. Truthfully, there isn't much to see. A tasteful four poster bed with curtains drawn, several bookshelves, a work desk- as if he needs more opportunities to work, you think with a bemused smirk.

So, to keep busy, you choose a light bit of reading at random from an uncharacteristically unruly pile on the floor beside Seteth's desk. It appears to be an anthology of some rather fantastical tales centering the saints. As you skim through, you can't help a grin. Evidently, Cethleann was 9 feet tall and her hair was a literal flowing waterfall, while Indech once gave birth to a pegasus (the pegasus later rejoined his physical form somehow- it's rather vague about this point- which is why we've never seen physical evidence of it, so this text claims).

And then you reach a collection of poems dedicated to Saint Cichol. Your eyes scan the page, narrowing as they proceed. With each line, your face warms to a darker shade of red. It's... shockingly salacious. A fertility God? Goddess blessed manhood of awe-inspiring proportion? Virility that fills barren riverbeds?!

You're so consumed by the collage of erotic imagery conjured into your mind that you barely hear the door open behind you.

"My apologies for the delay. I hope you haven't been waiting terribly long."

"Oh- not at all!" you say, turning to face Seteth as he enters. The stress of the work day is smoothed over by the warmth of his smile on seeing you. But he must notice something strange about your expression, as his brows furrow in curiosity. Then, he notices the book in your hands.

"Goddess help me- of all of the books you could have-" he quickly strides towards you and seizes it from you, tossing it back to its pile, "Please assure me that you didn't take any of that- that filth to heart." he says, his face twisted in exasperation as he runs a hand through thick green hair.

"Seteth, relax," you say with a gentle smile, "I figured it was all a bit..."

"Baseless conjecture is what it is- and heretical, at that," he says with disgust, crossing his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, "Clearly I ought to have been more prompt in disposing of these particular texts."

You sympathize with his frustration, to be certain. Still. Your eyes can't help wandering up and down his frame before you and... you wonder.

"So... there's no truth to anything in there?" You step towards him and silently urge him to open his arms to you. He sighs and leans back against his desk with his hands gently at your waist.

"Nonsense, all of it- particularly that part about 'barren riverbeds' or some such." Despite his mood, his face flushes red at the reference to such claims on his own potent virility. You're not even fully conscious of the smirk spreading across your face, but you lean against him and run your hands slowly up his firm chest. Seteth has been rather demure about intimacy thus far. As of yet, you've hardly even seen beneath the starched collar of his robes. Perhaps this is the time to learn a little more about him.

"That book claims that you're the patron of fertility." you prod further. His chest rises as he inhales slowly, and you swear you can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

"Yes, well- it was a... fringe belief several centuries past. I am- Saint Cichol is the only noted figure in the church known to have produced a child," you hum with interest, and by now, your body rests against his, and your hands have traveled down his torso. Seteth rambles on, glancing to the side and attempting the same tone he would use with a student, "the elemental association with the earth was also a factor, so I- I was... often prayed to for blessings of..."

One gentle hand reaches below his belt, and you gaze up at him for any sign of resistance or hesitation. He doesn't stop you, and doesn't look like he wants to. Your touch travels beneath his outer robes, between his thighs, where you immediately feel the heat of his manhood beginning to resist the confines of his clothing. You palm the impressive bulge, noting that even half-soft, he carries more than most men do at their full size. Seteth's posture stiffens, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you. With an odd rasp in his throat, he whispers your name. Then, he pulls you close and kisses you with an intensity you'd always suspected he had in him somewhere.

As his lips press to yours, massaging yours slow and firm, your tongue grazes his, tentatively at first. He responds enthusiastically, tilting his head to kiss you more deeply and running his tongue sensually against yours. You moan into his mouth, the friction between your bodies absolutely intoxicating, and your hand begins to stroke his manhood more firmly from atop the barrier of his clothing. His length hardens to your touch, growing in your hand as though to plead for more. Parting from his lips just enough to speak, you murmur,

"How long has it been since someone properly worshipped you, 'Saint Cichol?'"

Seteth's voice catches in his throat as he repeats,

"Worshipped...?"

Before he can question you further, you carefully lower onto your knees before him. Your touch is slow and indulgent as you enjoy the feeling of his now-massive cock straining against his pants. Looking up to meet his eyes, you see him thoroughly transfixed by the sight of you prostrate beneath him, and your lips curl into a wolfish grin. Both of his hands come to grip the edge of the desk behind him as you part his robes and tug down the hem of his trousers.

The sight of that tower of flesh springing free to loom over you immediately sends urgent arousal flooding through your burning body, and you fail to hold in an excited whimper. Your pupils grow wide as you size him up with unabashed hunger in your gaze, and you can't even bring yourself to notice how tightly your fists are clenched around the front of his clothes.

"Goddess, Seteth-!" you gasp out, bringing a hand to wrap around his cock at the base, "You're so big...!"

He clears his throat, shyly turning his face away, as though he could possibly hide his conspicuous blush and flustered expression.

"I, er... thank you, I suppose..." he says softly.

"I can't even get my hand all the way around it..." you go on with evident awe in your voice. Slowly, savoring each impossibly thick inch, you slide your hand up the length of his shaft and down once more. Seteth inhales deeply. He must be rather sensitive; in fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't been with someone intimately in some time.

"Are you... are you certain that you want this?" he asks, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours directly. You almost laugh.

"Seteth," you say as though scolding him, "I'd want to pleasure you regardless, but now that I know you have such an incredible cock, I can't think of anything I want more." He bites his bottom lip, his knuckles white as his fists clamp hard on the desk. Your smirk becomes only wider and more devious. Despite himself, he's clearly enjoying your praise.

"I can certainly see how this gorgeous cock would inspire... devotion, of a kind," you say, your hand traveling his length once more, this time merely to appreciate its shape and size. He groans softly, still fighting desperately to hold his voice in. With a feather-light touch, you run a single finger along the underside of his shaft, tracing a prominent, bulging vein. "I've never seen another that's even come close to yours, Seteth," you say, jerking your hand slightly at its base, "it almost seems a shame to keep it all to myself. Surely there are plenty who would like the chance to worship and adore their beloved Fertility God."

If your blaspheming bothers him any, he can't bring himself to reprimand you for it. Instead, he murmurs,

"I've no desire for any but you."

In reply, you press a chaste but lingering kiss to the crown of his cock. Seteth utters a shaky sigh of pleasure, and his length twitches subtly in reply. You raise your eyes to look up at your Saint.

"Can I taste it?"

"You may." he says softly. His stern brow is deeply creased with intense focus as you begin to work your lips around the head of his cock. It strikes you immediately how even wrapping your mouth around him only highlights how thoroughly this massive pillar puts any other to shame.

Seteth breathes out your name in a low, heated voice you've never heard from him before as you suck at his tip. Your lips seal around the ridge of his crown and you circle and flick him with your tongue, lapping at him all over until you feel his member throb for you. Each twitch and flex of his length is more powerful and more potent than the last, driving you to keep servicing him, to seek out those wonderful affirmations of pleasure.

By the time you dare to try taking him further into your mouth, your body leans against his legs, your hands clinging to his muscular thighs for leverage. Though, perhaps you've become over-eager; as you push yourself onto him, his cock burrows deeper and deeper, hitting your throat and then continuing to fill it. You struggle to open up for him as much as possible, grimacing as you fight your gag reflex. You're just barely past half of his full length, and he's pressing out against your throat enough to create a visible bulge. Seteth's body arches and his head tilts back as he groans your name. Then, you're forced to release him and come up for air.

Panting softly, you mutter,

"Damnit, I can't even reach the base."

"You... should not force yourself..." Seteth manages between strained breaths. As he steadies himself against the desk, you switch your focus for the time being. You begin at the root of his cock and drag your tongue up along the underside, following that same lovely vein you discovered earlier. With open adoration in your eyes, you go on to service him thoroughly with your tongue, licking and kissing every powerful, masculine inch of his rod. Then, when he's well and completely covered in your saliva, you grip the base and lead the tip to your mouth once more.

Dedicating yourself once more to your worship, you suck on his cock eagerly while steadily stroking what amount of it you can't reach in your hand. Your saliva slickens his shaft so that your hand can pump him steadily as your lips and tongue adore his tip in tandem. Seteth gasps aloud, his head leaning back once more to moan out his pleasure into the quiet of his quarters. Just once, you feel his hips buck toward you just a little- but he grits his teeth and holds himself in place, evidently worried for your comfort even now.

You increase your pace, wrapping your mouth tight and warm and wet around his enormous member, ever encouraged by Seteth's beautiful moans. Your tongue presses along the bottom of his shaft, causing him to rub firmly along the top of your mouth with every pass, and by now, you've even surprised yourself with your near obsessive desire to please him. Perhaps there was something to this "Fertility God" angle after all.

"If you... if you don't stop, I-!" Seteth bucks against you once more, and once more he fights to keep himself still, "I won't... be able to hold back...!"

Needing a way to assuage his doubts without pulling away from your sacred duties, you redouble your efforts instead. You take his thick cock into your throat until it hurts, threatening to make you choke each time you force yourself onto him, but you hold fast. The full length swells and throbs from tip to base, and Seteth is crying out your name like a plea. The strength of his grip actually causes the desk supporting him to creak, but you can't be bothered to care- you need him to cum for you, you're desperate for it.

Then, finally, with a tortured groan and a few choice words you didn't realize Seteth had in his vocabulary, his body trembles and his orgasm takes hold of him. Thick, hot cum pours into your throat, and you immediately swallow the first couple of shots, but it's not long before you're completely overwhelmed. Perhaps you should have eased up, rather than continuing to stroke and milk him with your free hand, but the dizzying thrill of his climax seems to be affecting you as well. When you simply can't take any more of him in your mouth, you pull away and allow him to spill the rest across your chest.

You look up at him from your worshipful position beneath him. You imagine you make for a sinful sight, subservient to his cock and now a mess of saliva and cum. And there is a moment- a brief, fleeting moment- when you can see something fiery and animalistic in Seteth's gaze as he regains himself enough to check on you. Yet he quickly suppresses it, and says,

"I- I apologize, I allowed myself to get carried away, and-"

"Seteth, please," you say with a laugh as you shakily rise to your feet, "it's just a bit of cleanup. A small price to pay for the chance to finally pleasure you."

He smiles sheepishly in return, helping to steady you, then placing a light kiss to your lips.

"I hadn't realized that you were so eager for the opportunity," he says, stroking a lock of your hair back into place, "If you will allow, I'd be honored to clean you up a bit and then return the favor."

"That sounds positively divine." you reply, and you're swiftly lifted into Seteth's arms and carried towards his private bath. Your knees still ache from the hardwood floor, but you hardly consider it for a moment. You're already looking forward to the next opportunity to show your devotion to your Saint.

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What Izuku would be like in a relationship: The positive traits, the toxic traits, his love language, my own personal headcanons and an overall conclusion

WC: unknown

TW// POTENTIAL SPOILERS, No smut but Izuku is aged up, Toxic traits aren’t necessarily toxic...more so just bad traits, Teeny tiny little bit of angst, I think that’s it!

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Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming the following headcanons are true. You are 100% free to disagree with me but please DO NOT send me hateful comments or asks. I am simply writing what I think Deku would be like in a relationship

a/n: Just to let you know, your nickname for him is Zuku just so you don’t think I kept spelling his name wrong.

-Deku is literally the kindest soul ever and it makes me want to cry. He’d give you his umbrella if you ever forgot yours, he’d literally carry you to first aid if you ever injure yourself- this man will legitimately do everything for you

-He’s incredibly observant. If he catches you looking at a pretty ring then he’ll literally show up at your door days later with that very same ring in his hands

“I saw you looking at it a few days ago and I wanted to surprise you!”

“Zuku baby oh my god how much did you spend?!”

“You don’t need to worry about it sunshine”

I wholeheartedly believe Izuku would call you his sunshine or something along those lines

-I have this one headcanon of him drawing you all the time as an excuse to “observe you and your quirk” but it’s really just because he wants to admire the way you shine underneath the sun- and that’s how he came up with the name Sunshine for you

-Deku has a heart of gold oh my god, this guy cares so much about you it’s unreal. Imagine trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying while on a phone call- mission failed because he heard your shaky voice and now he’s on your doorstep with your favourite hoodie of his and your favourite snacks

-His memory is insanely good, like it’s freaky how good it is. Like you mentioned to him ONCE that you liked a certain drink and now he pulls up to your dates with that drink all the time (not like I’d complain if Deku brought me my favourite drink)

-Just like Bakugou, Deku is incredibly smart and he literally always comes up with a solution. You could literally vent to him about a problem you’re having at work and he’s come up with at least 73 solutions within 6 hours

-He’s determined and hardworking. Again, he’s just like Bakugou in the sense that he’ll put his blood, sweat and tears into whatever he’s doing- no matter if it’s a serious high stake mission or something like planning your weekly date. The second he puts his mind to something, he makes sure to give it his all.

-Izuku is your own personal cheerleader, this dude will hype you up no matter what. Training after work? he’s cheering for you. You completed a really difficult task? you better believe he’s gonna pat you on the back for it.

-He’s very protective of you. Remember when the LOV attacked the training camp and he rushed to find Kota? yeah he’s 10x more protective of you.

-And it’s not because he thinks you’re weak and can’t defend yourself, it’s because he genuinely worries about you all the time and just wants to make sure your always safe

-He’s an inspirational person, he makes you hella motivated to do even the most boring chores around the house

-Deku isn’t afraid to show his emotions. Unlike Bakugou, he’s often seen showing his emotions. Deku said “toxic masculinity who?”. He definitely gives 0 fucks if someone sees him crying/upset because I feel like Pro-Hero Deku would stop the stupid mindset of “Hero’s can’t show their genuine emotions”

-Izuku is the type of person to analyze all his losses, figure out what he did wrong and then learn from it to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistake again. He’s the complete opposite of Bakugou who gets bitter over his losses due to his superiority complex.

-He’s so good at comforting you that it’s unbelievable. Deku gives the warmest hugs that make you feel so safe- you literally cannot change my mind about this

-You know those hugs where the other person lightly rubs your back and lightly sways side to side with you? Yeah those are the hugs that Deku gives (he’d definitely give you a sweet little kiss on the forehead/cheek)

“Sunshine come here, let me hold you while you let out all your frustrations. I’ve got you, nothing can hurt you while you’re here with me”

-Can you tell I want some comforting Izuku hugs? He wouldn’t let go of you until he put a smile back on your face and GAHH oh my god I need Izuku hugs

-As much as I hate to do this, it needs to be done 😔✊🏻

-Izuku is such an over thinker, this guy worries about EVERYTHING under the sun. Your eyes didnt crinkle when you smiled? he’ll think you’re upset with him. You gave him a side hug rather than a normal hug? he’ll think he did something wrong.

-He’s self aware that he overthinks things but he just can’t seem to stop his thoughts. No matter how many times you reassure him that you aren’t upset with him, he’s subconsciously thinking about how to make it up to you

-He constantly pushes himself past his limits. You guys saw how many times he’s broken his bones. Deku may be intelligent but when it comes to his own self he can be completely hopeless

-The amount of times you’ve scolded him while you clean up his scrapes and cuts is insane. He just sits on the toilet lid and bites his lip nervously while you wave your finger angrily at him

“Sunshine please, I said I was sorry and that it won’t happen again!”

“Zuku you and I both know that’s a damn lie, I’ve had to patch you up 3 times this week! When are you going to start being more considerate of your limits?”

-I’m sorry but I picture him being so nervous to initiate anything with you. This guy would be so fidgety just by THINKING about holding your hand

-And deep down he knows he’s being ridiculous because come on, you’re his S/O and he’s been dating you for years now- why does he still get shaken up just by holding your hand?

-At first you think it’s cute, he’s just being respectful of your boundaries- but as time goes on you kind of get a little annoyed because he always asks you a bunch of times if you’re okay with him being affectionate.

“Zuku...sweetheart you know you don’t need to ask me a million times if I want to cuddle, right? I love cuddling with you!”

*cue sweating* “I’ll keep that in mind, Sunshine”

-He eventually gets a lot more comfortable with affection...more often than not you wake up with him nuzzled into your side like a cat

(Side note PLEASE wake him up with a bunch of kisses, he’ll literally melt)

-He’s very insecure about his scars because they make him feel like he’s “ugly” and sometimes he doesn’t even want you to look at them

-Do me a favour and please kiss along his scars/ trace them with your fingers while you compliment him- he’ll start crying because the scars he thought made him ugly are now starting to look beautiful to him

-This isn’t necessarily a toxic trait, more like a bad habit. Whenever Izuku gets stressed he’ll train himself to the brink of exhaustion just so he can try to focus on something other than how stressed he is

-Again, not a toxic trait but a bad one...Deku puts everyone else before himself. Which isn’t a bad thing if it’s done in a healthy amount, but Izuku goes to the extreme. I feel like he’d neglect his own needs just to satisfy everyone else and you’d have to intervene before it gets worse

“Sunshine I said I was fine, you don’t need to worry about me! Your Zuku is perfectly energized and ready to go”

“Zuku don’t lie to me, you know I can read you like a book. You’re coming with me and I’m putting you to bed”

-I hate to say it but this guy hates confrontation so much that sometimes he’ll suffer in silence for MONTHS before he even hints at being upset with something

-I honestly think your biggest argument with him would be about his lack of communication in terms of him not being completely honest about how he feels and he just breaks down-

-Like he has a really bad breakdown because he’s been bottling everything up for so long because he hates the idea of fighting with you.

-And now he’s sobbing because he’s so frustrated that he doesn’t know what else to do

-Anyways, the two of you just silently comfort each other until you’ve both calmed down enough to talk properly. This is the night Izuku finally starts opening up to you rather than bottling up every negative emotion he feels

-I honestly think his love language is a mixture of giving you gifts and words of praise

-He’s a little shy when it comes to showing you how he feels through affection, so giving you gifts and his praise get his point across

-He’s totally the type to send you cute messages throughout the day, send cute selfies when he misses you, or he just sends you a random bouquet of flowers because he saw them and thought of you

-Also the type of guy to have photos of the two of you displayed around his office. His most prized one being the photo of your first mission together

-Just warning you now that if you ever mention that your suit ripped or a certain item isn’t functioning properly then he’ll literally buy 10 replacements- each one better than the last

“Zuku I said that the sole of my BOOT ripped off, not my entire suit!”

“Well now you have 10 new upgraded suits to make sure it won’t happen again! Isn’t it great, Sunshine?”

(Someone take his credit card away from him)

I definitely think Izuku would be an amazing S/O! He’s caring, kind and comforting- and he does his very best to try and work on the bad habits he has.

Overall, I would say Izuku definitely would win a “S/O of the year award” (sorry Bakugou)

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