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suugarbabe · 7 months

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Forget Me Not (3)

[Chapter 3]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2150

Warning: angst, fluff

an: the loooong awaited part 3! Sorry it took me so long, life got in the way and I was a little lost in my writers brain but i'm baaaack and it's gonna get juicier and better :)))))

Your body jolted, seemingly flinching at the action of Fred slamming his fist down on the table. You know he didn’t mean it on purpose, you knew this whole ordeal was harder on him than it was on any of you, but you couldn’t help feeling a little selfish at the fact that he still couldn’t remember anything significant about you.

After the intimate moment you had with him on the couch, holding him on your chest like you used to, tracing your fingers in his hair to help soothe him and calm him down that day, you thought that maybe he would start remembering. Maybe having a moment so similar to one you’ve had time and time again would trigger something in his brain.

However it seemed like the more time he spent with you the more frustrated he got. He got a headache everytime you were near him, every time you tried talking with him or tried to reminisce with George about the fun you guys had while at school. Fred could remember the exact scenario, remember everything he did and even George’s responses, but he couldn’t see you in any memory.

He said it was like there was a blurry figure when he tried to picture it, and then his chest started to feel tight and his head started to pound. You could tell when it started to happen. He would close his eyes, pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh deeply. Then he would slam his hand or fist down on the table, push his seat back harshly and leave the room.

It always left you feeling terrible. Terrible because you didn’t know how to help him. Terrible because you were the one causing him pain. Not on purpose, but it was clearly memories of you that were making him have these physical reactions. You wanted to comfort him, wanted to take him out into the garden like you’ve done hundreds of times and sit on the bench together, talking about everything frustrating and letting each other vent, it was your special spot. But you couldn’t. It would only cause things to get worse.

So when you heard Fred and George talking and your name get slipped into the conversation, you sat on the stairs, mouth covered by the sleeve of your jumper to help conceal your presence.

“I just don’t understand it, Georgie,” you heard the strain in Fred’s voice and you could feel your heart breaking. “Why can’t I remember her? Everyone keeps telling me how important she was to me. Merlin, she was apparently my bloody girlfriend! And if that’s true why hasn’t she told me that?”

You could hear George let out a sigh, “She is your girlfriend, Freddie, and you love her. So much, or at least you did. And she doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to be with her if you don’t remember.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, what George said holding truth. You were so desperately in love with Fred, but you were not going to force his hand if he couldn’t remember the love he had for you or all the times and intimate moments you shared together.

“It’s just, fucking bloody hell,” Fred slammed his fist against the table again, “Why does it physically fucking hurt when I think about her? Were we bad together Georgie? Was I terrible to her? Please tell me I wasn’t awful to her…she’s been so kind to me, even though I can’t remember a thing about her.

“She’s made me lunches, gotten me tea in the mornings, she even knows which jumpers are my favorite. What if I can’t remember anything about her because I was so terrible to her and I’m like, protecting myself from myself or something like that?” You could hear the wobble in Fred’s voice and you couldn’t stop the tears from silently falling down your cheeks.

“No, Freddie. No, no, you were amazing to her, so bloody good to her, and her you. Merlin you two had everything anyone would want, could almost finish each other’s sentences as well and me and you can. Honestly, Fred, you were talking about marrying her after the war was over…”

You bit the thick of your sleeve, trying to conceal the gasping sob that was threatening to escape as you listened to the plans you had no idea were being made. Fred was planning to ask you to marry him…and now he could barely remember anything about you, let alone the relationship you had built together.

You decided you’d heard enough, had hurt yourself enough eavesdropping, and tip-toed quietly to bed. You opened the door to Fred and George’s room as quietly as you could, hoping the sound of their own voices and the height you were at in the burrow was enough to conceal any creak the hinges might make.

When you closed the door, you finally allowed yourself to cry, collapsing onto Fred’s bed. He had been sleeping on the couch lately and you had taken home in his room in his place. You pulled back the quilt, sliding underneath before pulling it back up to your chin. You buried your face into his pillow, it still smelled like him; vanilla and cinnamon.

You must have fallen asleep while crying because the next thing you knew, the sun was peeking out from the curtains on the window. You stretched your arms out in front of you when you noticed something heavy slung around your waist. Your eyes shot open, seeing George completely zonked out in the bed across from you, meaning, “Freddie.”

His name came out in almost a silent whisper. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling your back impossibly closer to his chest. One of his long legs was slotted between yours, entangling your lower limbs as he subconsciously buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss waking up like this, but it had been a while since you had done so and you were not about to move yet. You closed your eyes again, relishing in the feeling of Fred against you in a way that felt so much like home. His broad shoulders and larger figure meant that he essentially engulfed you in a heated cocoon of his body and you loved every second of it.

When you heard George stirring across from you, you allowed yourself to open your eyes again. He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the bed beside his legs while the largest smirk was plastered on his freckled face, “Well, well, ducky. Don’t you two look cozy.”

You held up your middle finger, whisper shouting at the twin across from you, “Sod off, will ya? I just don’t want to wake him yet, he seems to actually be sleeping peacefully for once.” George held up his hands in defense, “You’re gonna have to wake him soon, I can smell mum making breakfast and she’s probably wondering where he is anyway.”

You sighed, slowly turning around in Fred’s hold as George left the room. When you finally managed to face him, Fred buried his head into your chest and pulled you closer, grabbing hold of the back of your knee and pulling it over his hip. You gasped slightly at the action, but didn’t make a move to pull away.

Light scratches to his scalp and the sound of your voice are what eventually pull Fred from his slumber. “Freddie, you’ve got to get up. Your mum’s making breakfast.” He groans, too comfortable in his current position to want to move, but he eventually pulls away from you, albeit very slowly.

You expected him to shoot away from you once he noticed his position but instead he just leaned back slightly so he could properly look you in the eyes. His hand was at the curve of your lower back, your leg still hooked over his hip, “Good morning.” He greeted you with a voice thick of sleep and you swore you could melt on the spot.

Realizing he was fully awake and speaking you went to move your leg off of him, but his hand shoots to your thigh, stopping your actions, “P-please don’t move yet, I haven’t been this comfortable since I’ve gotten home.”

He looked at you with shy eyes as you cupped his face with your hand, thumb tracing the apple of cheek, “Okay, Freddie.” He closed his eyes at your touch and you couldn’t help but trace the scar that was now prominent above his brow. The scar that represented the spell that took your Fred away from you, that erased you from his memory and left you and Fred in an emotional purgatory.

You let yourself get lost in comfortability, lost in your emotions as you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, right next to his scar. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. There was a silence between you, not uncomfortable but you could feel it getting thick. Fred’s eyes fell to your lips, then slowly trailed back up to meet your eyes.

You stared at each other, not sure if he was going to make the move you were so desperate for. Your faces were so close, his lips right there. He cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards slightly. Your breath hitches in your throat as you notice him leaning towards you. Your impatience got the best of you and you finished closing the gap between you, slotting your lips with a passion you had missed for months.

You weren’t sure if it was muscle memory, or if even in his forgetful state Fred was just as physically attracted to you but as soon as your lips met, it was like he couldn’t get your bodies close enough, his hand squeezing at the flesh of your thigh pulling you to straddle his lap as he turned to his back.

His other had found the back of your neck, holding your body flush to his as your hands found ground on the mattress on either side of his head. It had been so long since you kissed your boyfriend that it felt like a first kiss, your stomach in swirling butterflies, heart pounding against your chest.

Your lungs were burning but you didn’t want to pull away, the softness of his lips seemingly curing any emotional ailment you had been feeling the night before. When you finally pull away a slight whimper leaves Fred’s mouth, his hands settling on your hips as you sit on his lap.

“We’ve done that before, haven’t we?” Fred asks cheekily. You rake your teeth along your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile, “Yes, Freddie. We’ve done that many times before.”

His hands ran idly up and down your thighs, “Well I think we should do it again, might jog my memory, yannow?”

You perked up a little, “Do you remember something, Freddie?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I remember that I really like kissing you, like love kissing you.” He laughed lightly, blocking your hand as you went to slap his chest, “C’mon, your mum’s making breakfast and we need to get down there. Any longer and she might think we’re doing dirty things.”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows, “Well we have done dirty things before, too, haven’t we?” This time you were successful in slapping his chest as you climbed off his lap. You smoothed out your pajamas and jumper as you answered him, “Yes, Freddie…we have done other things before. We’ve been…erm…were together for a long time.”

Fred frowned slightly at your correction, “We’re still together, as far as I know I never broke up with you.”

You shifted your weight on your feet, “Yeah, but you don’t exactly remember asking me out either.” Fred stood then, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close, “Well maybe you can tell me all about it after breakfast, yeah?”

You opened your mouth to respond before jumping slightly at the sound of a ‘pop’ and George appearing in the room. “Seems like every time I see you two you get cozier and cozier.”

This time it was Fred who gave his brother the finger, “Don’t be jealous that you’re alone Georgie.” You had to cover your mouth to conceal your laughter, your heart soaring at your old Fred showing his joking nature.

George waved him off, opening the bedroom door and walking downstairs. Fred grabbed your hand as he followed his twin, “C’mon, love. After breakfast we’ll go sit by the garden and you can tell me all about us, yeah? Garden seems like a beautiful and peaceful place to talk, it can be like our special spot.”

Your heart was soaring, “Yeah, Freddie, our special spot.”

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klausysworld · 9 months

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Ok so I have a desperate desire because I read and writte to forget my traumas

So the reader is a werewolf and she was raised in a toxic home, both her parents were aggressive on her, they die and she was forced to live with her uncle who abused her, this when she was a teenager but now she is 20something but has no choice but to remain with him, until klaus finds her and turn her into a hybrid

She was very happy with that because she was finally free

She is very smart and loyal and always does the best to please him, including coming up with the best plans to destroy his enemies, so he grows to like her and to be very protective with her and obviously he falls for her

One day he tries to kiss her and she pushes him always, but she does like him, just can't deal with that kind of physical contact

So later she finds him and explain that and he finds out about her pass

Of course he kills the man because abusers have to die and he promises her he will always protect her and they will go on slow until she feels comfortable because this man can be evil but he respects consent

Something more

Y/n hadn’t grown up with an easy life.

Any physical contact she experienced brought her pain and distraught right from a very young age. The few times she was given ‘affection’ she knew it would be a trap, a way to twist people perceptions of her family. So that they thought she was loved. Wanted.

But deep down she knew that no matter how good she was, how hard she tried, they would loathe her whether they had a reason or not.

So she tried to learn from her experiences, she began to sense when danger was approaching her, when something bad would happen and exactly how someone felt. She was able to decipher peoples thoughts just by looking at their eyes and although that didn’t make the abuse she faced easier, she hoped it would become an advantage when she grew up.

She just had to hold on and struggle before she could get there.

And eventually she was able to use this extra sense of hers when she was selected by the one and only Original Hybrid.

She couldn’t have been happier when he told her she was to be a hybrid. That she had to come with him, to serve him. Not that serving him bothered her, he promised to be a fair master as long as she behaved. She was good at behaving, learned it a while back. And he didn’t plan on letting her run very far away from him which meant that her family wouldn’t be able to steal her back.

He would find her.

And she counted on it solely.

Which is why she would do anything she could to please him. She knew when something was wrong and was able to warn him of danger that was headed for him.

She knew when he was angry, she knew what to say to calm him. She knew how to stroke his ego in a way that had him offering her all kinds of luxuries.

He enjoyed her company, her reliability no matter the occasion. She would drop anything if he asked her to, she was ready to help him in his plans. Willing to do anything he required, whether it be as simple as making him a cup of tea or as drastic as jumping in-front of a stake for him.

He didn’t realise it was because she had little regard for her own life. That she didn’t care what she did, live or die, as long as he didn’t lay a hand on her. As long as her uncle didn’t have her.

And she was grateful that Klaus never once harmed her, rarely yelled at her like he did his other hybrids. Didn’t threaten her and grip her neck in a murderous manner or throw glass at her.

He spoke to her, confided in her and she felt that maybe he would trust her even if it were just a little bit.

Because she trusted him.

She trusted he wouldn’t go back on his word, that he would be kind to her for as long as she was helpful to him. As long as she respected him and obeyed his commands.

But somewhere along the way, her desire to please him, the seriousness of the situation became thinner. She wanted to make him happy of course but now she didn’t have the abuse attached to the idea, she just wanted to see him smile.

And god did he smile for her.

He had never been known to smile nearly as much as he did than when he was with her. Just her presence brought him some sunshine to his day.

After a lot of coaxing, he managed to break her out of her shell and got her to share about her passions. He loved the way she would get lost in certain topics, the way her eyes would gloss over as though she was experiencing everything she loved all over again. She was so beautiful when she got excited and invested in things. Many paintings of her were hidden in his art room from the times he was unable to stop visualising her face, her eyes and that lovely shine she seemed to emit.

He had never had someone, who weren’t his family, care for him the way she did. And he knew it wasn’t because she was sired, she was the only hybrid who was so undeniably loyal to him. To put in every ounce of effort to make him just a tiny bit happier.

He admired her talent when it came to recognising even the slightest change in someone’s emotions, she could read people like the back of her hand and she fed everything she found out straight to him.

It wasn’t long until he found himself craving her touch and love. He adored her affection, the little compliments she would utter to him with a soft blush coating her cheeks.

He wasn’t sure what they relationship classed at, where the lines and boundaries were.

For instance he realised that he very rarely got very close to her. She often sat opposite him rather then next to him. She kept a reasonable distance between them and he couldn’t remember is she had ever casually placed a hand on him. The only physical contact he could remember was when he was covered in blood and barely containing his anger, she had very reluctantly sat right beside him while gently wiping the blood from his face with a hand on his shoulder.

But she didn’t seem to mind when he brushed past her every now and then, so he tried to make more of an effort to have her feel more comfortable with him.

He didn’t want to just be her master, he didn’t want her to see him as someone she had to beg and bow before. He wanted her to feel like she could be herself any time she wanted. He wanted her to come to him with a worry of hers or to open up about her life before becoming his favourite hybrid.

It was a topic he was never able to find out anything on. The mere mention of her family or where she lived before would shut her down entirely. It was the only time she had acted hostile to him and he remembered very well how she responded and steered clear of it until recently.

He tried to slowly weave it into conversation but never got any further.

But he did feel her getting less robotic around him. She allowed him to understand her emotions and he realised that some things he did or said could upset her or scare her and he didn’t want that but he was glad she was comfortable enough to tell him that he was making her feel uneasy.

A large step for them was when they were out in public and y/n had gotten frightened by something in the distance, he wasn’t sure what it was that had spooked her but her clutching his hand with hers was all he needed to know that he would protect her as long as she would let him.

He thought it was quite obvious that he had feelings for her. He was a very flirtatious man and he had made it abundantly clear that he wanted her. He always took her blush into account and the fastened putter patter of her heart as a good sign.

He didn’t think it might’ve been fear or that he was really just making her feel like a toy.

He wasn’t sure what to do when she reacted the way she did, he didn’t know how to make it better for her.

He just knew that it hurt.

Having her shove him back, pure discomfort and fear in her eyes as she stumbled back.she wiped her mouth roughly with her sleeve and aggressively wiped the skin of her cheeks where his hands had held.

“Y/n-“ he took a step forward but the look on her face make him take it back

“No! You don’t do that!” she yelled and he felt his heart take a hit

“I thought-“

“No!”

He felt ridiculous. He felt something he hadn’t experienced for years: embarrassment. And he had no clue how to approach it.

So as he thought would be best, he avoided her. Cleared his throat and left the room when she entered and busied her with pointless tasks and tried to let her be.

Until she finally came to him.

Her heart racing and a lump in her throat as she waited for him to come to his bedroom door. An immediate blush on his face as he tried to think of an excuse to have to leave

“Love-“

“I’m sorry” she whispered and he frowned

“Sorry for what? No, no you didn’t do anything wrong. I was out of line…I shouldn’t have ki-“

“I led you on, I think I wanted to kiss you…I did but I changed my mind” she whispered with furrowed brows, unsure how she can confront it

“Changed you mind?” He questioned confused but seeing her distress he just nodded “okay, that’s okay. I was a little too rough with it, you’re a sweet girl and I should’ve been softer”

“I’m not very good at…dealing with…touch” she mumbled and he tilted his head “especially um..rougher ones”

He hesitantly placed a hand on her upper arm, happy that she didn’t shrug him off and instead came inside his room, allowing him to close the door and then both sitting side by side on his bed. His hand dropped to lay by hers and she slowly slid hers into his with a quick glance to his eyes.

“I like you y/n, more than you may like me…I love our time with each other and I adore our friendship but..I would love to have something a little more..if you would be interested in having more…with..me?” He wanted to slap himself as he gave an awkward smile to her and her lips upturned slightly

“I would…but I can’t” she whispered and he felt his face become hotter as he looked to the wall behind her. “And it’s not anything to do with you, I promise that I wouldn’t do that to you. I never want you to feel any less than you are..I just…I can’t do more” she tried to explain but it only confused him more.

“Why not?” He asked and she brought her hand to her mouth, nibbling at her nails as she tried to move around the topic she so desperately despised

“Well…I’m not very good with touching and well kissing and other things that you want to do involve a lot of things that I just can’t do” she muttered.

“I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to-“

“But you want to and I can’t make you feel like you need for something that I can’t give you. I can’t have you rely on me to…satisfy you. I’m sorry but I can’t”

“If you’re afraid of sex-“

“It’s not that”

They both fell into a silence and her hand no longer rest in his. He sighed as he tried to find the words to make her feel better.

He studied her for a moment, trying to remember what she had told him when showing him how she read people.

He noticed the way she shielded her body from him, the way she tried to push her discomfort and pain into a stoic mask. But there was something in the way she behaved. He tried to recall their last interactions, every time she had a similar expression.

And after a few moments, when she was about to get up, something clicked inside his mind.

“Y/n,” he spoke her name softly “if someone did something to you…” he watched as her eyes turned a little colder and she stood up defensively

“Nobody did anything-“

“If someone important, a family member perhaps-“ he tried but he was making her angry

“You don’t know my family. You don’t know what they were like, they could’ve been lovely” she countered but he just saddened further

“But they weren’t…we’re they?” He asked gently, standing up to face her but not aggressively or confrontationally, just so that she wouldn’t run out on him. When she kept quiet he tried a different approach, “you know…when I was young, my father was a cruel man” he began, his eyes in hers which were looking down. “There was no explanation for why he did it, even before he found out that I wasn’t his biological child, he wholeheartedly despised me. Some people, well if you can even call them that really, they are cruel to people for little to no reason. Some people don’t deserve to be parents, especially to such extraordinary life like yourself my love”

Y/n looked up at him, her skin hot and felt as though she needed to itch it at just the thought of having this conversation with him. Klaus was never meant to know about this, he was just meant to be her sire. She was meant to please him and that would be it. So she had a little crush on him, that didn’t mean that he had to know all her secrets, shamed and humiliations. But looking up at him, seeing him lay his heart before her, she knew he wouldn’t judge her like she once feared.

“My parents passed when I was younger, they were very…harsh and they didn’t exactly like me very much…I think I ruined their lives” she whispered and he felt his expression soften. “So I had to go to my uncle” the last word alone had tears springing to her eyes and he knew it was a sensitive topic. “He um…he didn’t exactly appreciate my coming to live with him” she murmured and he gently took her hand again in an act of comfort.

“Did he hurt you, sweetheart?” He asked softly and she nodded

“He just…he-“ her tears overflowed and he found himself taking cautious steps closer, standing just before her so that her body nearly touched his

“I’m going to hug you my love, is that okay y/n?” He questioned and waited for her nod before wrapping his arms around her, loosely to begin with and tightening them as she buried her face into his chest and cried her heart out to him.

“I’m sorry” she whispered through her sobs and he kisses the top of her head lightly

“Never be sorry, this will never be your fault. You are so strong, so gorgeous, nothing could change that. Nothing.” He promised her as her hands gripped his henley firmly as the physical affection overwhelmed her a little much.

“I hate him” she whispered

“I will do anything I can to make you feel safe my love. He won’t walk another day on this earth. Do you remember the address?”

“Klaus don’t be silly-“

“Silly is a word that should never be used with something like this. It’s not something to brush of my dear, I will rid you of him forever. Please sweetheart, let me help you just this once. If not for your piece of mine then for mine okay?” He convinced

“Even if he’s gone…I can’t…”

“I know that. And I won’t push you to do anything, ever. Just…just allow me to care for you the way you deserve to be. I want you to know the warmth that love can make you feel. Any pace you want love, just don’t shove me away yet, please know I would never hurt you, never leave you or disrespect you. I won’t touch you unless you are one thousand percent, whether it’s a hug, a kiss or maybe one day…if you ever feel comfortable then maybe something more.”

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multific · 1 year

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Anniversary

John Price x Fem!Reader

A simple date is all you hoped for.

John promised you a simple date for your anniversary.

But of course, he had to leave.

Just as you two arrived at the restaurant, he got a call, something about bombs before he had to rush.

You understood, you really did. But it didn't mean you weren't angry and disappointed.

Although, you were more angry at the bad guys than John or his team.

You loved John and the boys with all of your heart.

Even if you weren't an army person, they called you Mom.

'Mum's angry, Lads.' Soap would often say and to be fair, you did behave like a mother with them.

One time, Ghost and Soap did something very very irresponsible with a Mexican named Alejandro.

The three were called into John's office when you happened to be there.

You scolded them as if they were five year olds. And Alejandro didn't even know who you were, yet he felt bad.

John told you later that you sounded like a worried mother. And to be fair, you felt like one.

You didn't have kids on your own, and the boys got under your skin, so you felt it was natural you wanted them to be safe.

While they all called you Mum. Ghost called you by your name.

They all respected you.

But by the fact that you sat alone in this luxurious restaurant, you could tell maybe the bad guys also needed a good old scolding for stealing your husband from you.

John was always so sweet. Keeping you close and far from his work at the same time. He often told the others he only trusted himself with his wife, which is why you were allowed to listen to the most confidential conversations. Not that you cared, you mainly just handed tea and biscuits to the others.

Going home for your anniversary was John's idea, he wanted to have a normal date finally.

Which ended up with you eating alone and the waiter felt so bad for you, he offered your drinks to be free.

Then, you headed home. With your heels in your hands, you walked through your grass, admiring the house.

Not long after your wedding you bought this place, it was the perfect home with not many neighbours, it was private.

You let out a long sigh before opening the front door and heading inside.

You took a shower and headed to bed.

You missed John, but you also knew what you signed up for when you married him.

He didn't hide it, he didn't keep it a secret. But he was worth all the wait. He was worth all the lone nights, because whenever he returned, he more than made up for it.

Your love for one another was undeniable.

"Happy anniversary, John." you whispered into the air, saying it to no one in particular, more to yourself.

Then, you fell asleep.

You woke up to the bed creaking and someone laying down beside you. Your foggy mind barely registered what was going on until the person spoke up.

"Happy anniversary, My Love." this made you wake up a little as you slowly turned around to face your husband. "Oh, sorry for waking you."

"Hmm." you moved closer to him as he pulled you onto his chest, his arm coming to rest around you.

"It went well, quick job, in and out. No casualties, no injuries."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, Darling, sorry for leaving, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, John. Happy to have you back in one piece."

"Oh, she can talk look at that." he slightly laughed as his hand run up and down your back. "I will really make it up, Love."

"I don't care John, all I care about is that I have you back with me. I love you."

"Hmm." he said and it made you giggle while he fell asleep.

And he kept his promise. The next day, he ordered food, lit some candles and even got some dessert.

You smiled at him as he danced slowly with you in your living room.

You were both so in love with the other, nothing could break this strong bond between you two.

Just you and your captain.

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F.) Part 3

Summary: Y/N and Belly attend the Debb Tea.

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Last Summer:

I stumbled around the bonfire, the vodka filling my veins. My body felt like a fire was being lit from within. I needed to find someone. Someone I at least knew.

I couldn’t look at Jeremiah. Look at him and all the girls he was flirting with. It was too painful. I wanted him, but would he ever want me the same?

My vision was blurry, and I felt my legs collapse into the sand as a hand touched my back, “Hey, come with me.”

The voice wasn’t familiar, and It freaked me out. I shook my head but they attempted to grab me in their arms, and I could feel my body heat up.

“Wait- no-”

“Just come with me—”

Before they can even continue, I fall back to the ground, and the guy is now next to a taller figure, one I knew too well.

“Get the fuck away from her.” The voice yelled, scaring the guy.

“Sorry man..” They rushed away realizing they had messed with the wrong person.

This time, the hand around my back felt safe, made me want to stay in their arms forever. It was Conrad. Always the protector.

“Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and he scooped me up into his arms, brushing hair out of my face. I didn’t know where Jeremiah or Steven was, but it didn’t matter. I felt safe in my best-friends arms.

When we got to the car, he left me leaning against it so he could start the engine. My vision was blurry and it felt like I was riding a roller coaster.

I collapsed to the floor, knowing what came next. Conrad rushed over, pulling my hair back.

“Let it out, it’s okay.”

For the next minute, all I could do was cough. I struggled to breath but Conrad’s voice helped me find my way back again. Once I was done, he sighed.

“Why did you drink so much?”

“I don’t know.” I respond, curling up into a ball next to the car.

He moves next to me, as I feel my body shiver. He wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and I locked eyes with him.

“How about we go to the drive through at Dips Ice Cream? They have the best ice cubs in their water too.”

I nodded and he helped me up and into the car.

That night we spent hours out and by the time we got home it was 3am. We had talked, I cried a little, but it was all the same. Conrad was there for me.

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Present day:

“What we’re you all thinking? Drinking?” Laurel reprimands us as we sit in shame.

“I wasn’t drinking, Laurel.” Jeremiah pipes up and I smile a little bit, always the innocent.

She shakes her head, “And who told you, you could go out? What are you wearing?” Belly rolls her eyes. I felt bad for her, because i’ve been in that position many times.

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” She reasons.

“Conrad, your the oldest, what the hell is the matter with you?” I look over at Conrad and can’t help but frown, he was gone. I didn’t see the Conrad that had always been there.

“Just, go to bed.” everyone goes their separate ways but Laurel taps on my shoulder, making me turn around.

“Yeah?”

“You should’ve told me Belly was going out, what’s the matter with you? And we’re you drinking?”

I sigh, “Laurel, I didn’t know. And I only had a couple, or something.” I say with a small laugh.

She shakes her head which makes me a little nervous, “Why are you acting like this? Is this about Conrad? What happened between you two?”

“Nothing.”

“You should know not to do this. You need to set a good example for Belly. I expect more.” She walks away before I can say anything else. I turn to my side to see Conrad staring from the stairs. He doesn’t say anything.

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I was not ready for this.

After walking downstairs with a major hangover, I was consumed with plans about the debb tea today. Maybe I should’ve listened to Conrad.

“You two will look great, I’m so excited! Laur, our girls will be in white! The only thing is dates, who will take them—”

“Slow down, beck.” Laurel tells her with a smile.

Jeremiah laughs while watching the interaction. “Anyone want some eggs?”

“Me. Please. Also some of that hangover smoothie.” I practically beg him.

“damn yn. You and Conrad must have gotten fucked up last night.”

“Jeremiah! Language!” Susannah slaps him on the shoulder.

A giggle escapes both me and Belly’s lips. I could tell Belly was excited for this, and she should be. I just wish I could share this with her.

“But seriously, which of you boys will escort yn and Belly?”

Jeremiah sighs, “I swore of balls.”

Conrad groans, “And that’s not happening for me. I already did it last year.”

Yeah. We know how that went.

“It’s fine.” Belly says, “I’ll find my own date. There was this guy at the campfire anyways.”

Belly had told me about him last night before she went to bed. She crept into my bed and told me, “There was a guy. Cam. He was really cute.”

I let her ramble about him because she seemed so excited. She had a better love life at 15 than I do now.

“Yeah, i’ll find someone too.” My mind wonders back to the guy I talked to last night, Josh. He was cute, and i never got his number. What was wrong with me?

30 minutes later, I was in Belly’s room as she paced around looking for something to wear.

“Too blue?”

“Not at all.”

“I don’t know.” She says, reluctantly putting the dress back in the closet. I couldn’t help but laugh at how she was acting.

“So, are you gonna ask Cam to the ball?” I say, changing the mood of the conversation. Belly’s face turns bright red.

“I don’t know.. i mean it’s kinda weird? Like I just met him.” That was just a cover up. She wanted someone else to ask her, and I knew who.

She pulls out the blue dress again and sighs, sitting next to me on the bed, “I just don’t understand Conrad this summer. Like he escorts Nicole last summer but won’t do it this summer? It’s not like I was—”

She rambled on for a couple of minutes but everything became a blur. It’s not that she was boring, not at all, but I just didn’t want to hear her talk about Conrad because it was honestly a waste of time. It’s Conrad.

“You know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I lie.

She giggles, “Okay, who or what’s on your mind?”

“Nobody.”

“Did you meet anyone at the bonfire?”

Yeah. Josh. The attractive guy that I totally brushed aside because i’m dumb and stupid.

“There was this guy named Josh, but I kinda didn’t get his number so i’m in shit now.”

“I’m sure you’ll see him around, it’s just the start of summer.”

Yes, a very long and brutal summer.

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This is all too familiar. I didn’t like it.

The debb tea is the worst part of it all. The judgemental girls giving you death stares and whispering about you. I went through it last year. This year wouldn’t be any better.

Jeremiah had joined me and Belly on our way over, and I couldn’t help but notice the longing looks he was giving Belly. I felt jealous. Not as Jealous as I thought I would feel.

Paige, the director of the debb ball looked at us and immediately took note of me.

“yn, lovely to see you again.” I felt my cheeks burn up but felt Jeremiah graze my arm for comfort.

That made what she said totally worth it.

“Jeremiah, where is your shirt?” Paige scolds him.

“I’m sure you know yn, and this is Belly, my future wife.” He says with a wink.

Ouch.

I turned to Belly who was slightly blushing.

I always noticed Jeremiah’s comments about Belly. It was Jeremiah, he flirted with everyone. But for some reason when he looked at her, it was like the world stopped. That feeling was what I had wanted from him for so long, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous.

When we were 10, Conrad and Steven pushed Belly in the pool and she accidentally hit her foot on the concrete while falling in. She started crying and her foot bled a little bit. Jeremiah helped her out and at the small age of 11 apologized to her and played with her the rest of the day.

I always was jealous. I shouldn’t be though? It’s my younger sister, Lord knows she deserves it.

Me and Belly were sat at table 2, along with Nicole, Shayla, and Gigi. I knew them all from last year. Nicole was the only one who was in the debb ball, but I knew the other girls from around the club.

Help me now. I hate this.

Nicole looks at me and smiles, “Look who’s giving it another go!”

I smiled shyly and felt my cheeks burn, my small dimple showing. “Uh, yeah, I’m doing it for Susannah.”

I had to do it for her. Anything to make her happy.

Gigi stares into my soul and I immediately get tense. I turn to her and smile. “Yes?”

“I was just wondering, what does Jeremiah talk about?”

Nicole laughs, “Gigi! You can’t just ask that.”

“Belly and yn do live with him though.”

Nicole puts a hand on my shoulder, “Gigi is obsessed with Jeremiah, ever since he got abs.”

yuck.

We all talked for a little and It went better than I thought. No one really cared about this being my second go and if It made Susannah happy i guess I could find a date and do this thing.

“Conrad was being so annoying at the bonfire yesterday, I don’t know somethings off with him you guys.” Nicole ranted about Conrad which got both me and Belly’s attention. Of course it did. Belly loved him. No matter what Belly loved Conrad. That’s why it made everything so complicated.

“So what’s it like to live with Conrad? He’s so mysterious” One of the girls says. I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me or Belly, but I decided to answer.

“Uh, I—”

I couldn’t answer. I was stumped.

“All right ladies! Listen up.”

Thank goodness for Paige.

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I walked out of the room, feeling heavy with a headache. That was so boring and I don’t know if I wanna do a whole summer of it.

Belly saw Cam and went off with him so I decided I would walk home. That was until I saw a hot brunette. Except I new this hot brunette.

“Josh?” I mutter.

He turns around and sets his drink down on the table and walks over to me. “Hey! yn! what’s up?”

Now was the chance. I could get away from my fucking fisher frenzy and ask him out.

“can I like, have your number?”

that was not how that was supposed to go.

To my surprise, he just smiled and pulled out his phone, “I was afraid you would never ask.”

I put my number in his phone and we talked a little more before he decided he had to go meet up with his brother and I nodded. He was refreshing, nice. I walked down the steps and back to the front of the building, pulling out the ridiculous hat I have to wear out of my head.

That was when I saw him. He was leaned against the building smoking a joint. His hair was messy in his face, of course. He looked cute. I wouldn’t lie. I had to pass him.

He noticed me walking right away and pulled the joint out of his mouth. “Hey.”

I smirk, holding my hand out, “Let me have a puff.”

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee!” I beg him.

“I’m not promoting this.”

I scoff, “But you do it?”

“Fine. One puff.” He hands the joint to me and I light it while taking a puff. I had done this before. A lot actually since.. well last summer. Conrad wasn’t the only one.

“Are you going home?” He asks, and I nod handing him the joint and lighter.

“I’ll come with you.”

I don’t say anything and we walk next to each other in silence. I don’t know what to say to him. This time, last year, this wouldn’t be a problem. We would be laughing and shoving each other. Conrad would tell me my dimples are cute and I would blush.

“So who are you gonna take to the ball?” He mutters out, and I could tell he was embarrassed because he was playing with his hands.

I don’t look at him. “I don’t know. I’ll just like find someone.”

“Okay.”

Our hands brushed against each other but I never let myself get too close to him.

He clears his throat, “If you don’t have anyone, you know maybe I—”

“I- um..” I had to stop him. I had absolutely nothing to say but pretending like I did was better than hearing those words come out of his mouth. I think he got the hint because he stopped and moved ahead of me.

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How we feeling after this one? Once again these chapters will be a lot of flashbacks and slow to get us where we are today! Enjoyyyy!

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@johannelis2302nely

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad x reader #love #summer love

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Bold of you to assume we all don't want angst 👀 how about the mcs having a flashback or panic attack? Hope you're doing well!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC gets panic attacks/flashbacks

Part 2 is here, with MC comforting the M6 during panic attacks

CW for obvious reasons

~ quick reminder to all readers that trauma looks different in everyone and that healing is not linear, that your pain is valid even when it doesn't fit the stereotype or when somebody else "has it worse." Everyone is worthy of comfort even when there's no one to provide it. - brainrot <3 ~

Julian

He regularly wakes up in a cold sweat from his own nightmares, he can relate to at least a little bit of what's going on

That and he's dedicated his life to you, so his empathy and love for you is unmatched

If anything he's overcautious with you and you often have to remind him that you can handle it

But every now and then it happens, maybe something triggers it, maybe you just woke up on a bad day at the wrong time

His chosen profession is helping people in pain, if you think he's not dropping everything to be with you you're wrong

What he doesn't know about panic attacks he's researched, and what he couldn't find in his research he learned from what you described, and what he couldn't learn from your words he memorized in your body language

He has every mechanism down, he will lead you through breathing exercises, he will work on grounding techniques, he will talk you through every symptom and get you to the other side

Whatever it is, he's not letting you go through it alone. That's what coffee is for, right? In case his favorite patient needs him in the middle of the night and doesn't want to go back to sleep?

Asra

Why do you think they leave Faust with you whenever they go on trips?

He's already so in tune with you, he has a second sense for when you're fighting something off and no realm is too far away to reach you when that happens

As soon as you can signal that they're allowed to touch you, they will have you in their lap with a weighted blanket and one of their hands in both of yours to squeeze as hard as you need to

Will definitely use safe touch to ground you, using his fingertips to trace a box on your palms to breathe along with, rubbing your feet to warm them up and help you feel something under them

If it's a flashback, asking the quietest questions to get you out of your head. What color is their shawl? Where is Faust? How many succulents can you count on the windowsill? Which one of your hands is he touching? Which finger on that hand?

If it's a particularly nasty episode, he'll use magic to take more control of your environment, adjusting the temperature or blocking out a trigger or introducing a sound or sensation that you associate with safety and wellbeing

You never know how they do it, but there is always a steaming cup of tea on hand as soon as you're ready for it

Nadia

Panic might not be the most familiar sensation to her, but being trapped inside her own brain sure is

She specializes more in spoiling people than comforting them, but you pulled her out of the three year nightmare she was stuck in, so you can bet she's putting her all into returning the favor whenever she can

She's learned that you know what you need best, so she will follow your lead

You're having difficulty breathing? She knows how to direct you through the right exercises

You've got tears and snot all over your face? She has the softest handkerchief to wipe it away with

You need to be held? She's cradling you to her chest

Your eyes are wide and focused on some distant point? She's putting herself in your field of vision and coaxing you to focus on her

If nothing else is working, she's found she can use her gift of sight to get a better read on what's tormenting you and inform her response

Each time she'll process it with you afterwards and give you the best counsel

Muriel

Yeah, he knows those, he gets them too

He's not a professional and he doesn't have tons of resources at his disposal, but he gets what you're going through better than anyone and he's the most nurturing person you'll ever meet

His approach is generally to do all the things for you that work for him, especially since he's more of an actions than a words guy

As soon as he knows his touch won't trigger you, he'll have you in his arms, carrying you to a safe place to ground yourself (this is usually your bed)

He'll wrap the softest, thickest fur around you, sandwich you between him and Inanna, and slowly rock you back and forth like a baby

He'll put one of your palms on his chest so you can mimic his deep breathing and press a tiny wooden animal that's been saturated with myrrh into your other hand to focus on

He won't talk much, but he'll listen

If it's a bad memory resurfacing, he'll listen to every nasty detail you need to get out of your head. If it's fears or insecurities, he'll listen without judgement. If it's an incomprehensible rant, he'll listen and give you a gentle squeeze when you stop to breathe

He does also associate safety with a full stomach, so he will make you eat a double portion at your next meal

Portia

She had to readjust her assumptions at first, because her only point of reference for stuff like this is Julian's pity parties and she never had patience for those

Which did result in her quiet apology to him one evening, for never trying to get where he was coming from before slapping him out of it

She doesn't want to make the same mistake for you, so her approach is generally to make your surroundings as conducive to helping you as possible

She'll adjust the lighting, tuck a blanket around you, stuff Pepi into your lap for cuddles, bring you a handkerchief or a glass of water or one of those weird perpetual motion trinkets to focus on

She's an expert in bringing people joy, which means she's still learning how to sit with people in pain, but she's determined and she's loving and she can learn anything she puts her mind to

She also knows you well enough to trust your strength, so once she's done everything she can think of to help, she'll sit down in front of you cross-legged, her steady hands in yours, and watch you battle it out

Often that kind of empowering faith is exactly the boost you need, and you know as soon as you're ready that she has a million tricks up her sleeve to make you smile

Lucio

He's more familiar with this than you expect him to be

He spent his youth on the bloodiest part of the battlefield, and while that was his own decision, he's still haunted by some of the things that he did or had done to him

He also had his arm amputated by an apprentice doctor without anesthesia, he definitely gets his own flashbacks to that

He doesn't know how to be the safest person around, but he knows how to make you feel protected

If you're on the road or doing a job, he's pausing everything and putting all his attention on you

He's noticed what you reach for to comfort yourself with, so now he keeps a light blanket, a smooth trinket, and a soothing smell in his pouch. A good warrior knows to keep their best weapons on hand (ha, get it? hand? 'cause he's only got one? oh right you're crying shit shit shit he's got this)

Mercedes and Melchior are experts at grounding, they've been helping Lucio for years now

One of them will curl around your back, a solid warm weight to cover you, and the other will put their head and shoulders in your lap to touch and cry into

He will never make you feel small or weak about it

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana fanfic #the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 10 months

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William Rex Chapter 19

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William: "....I remember wiping the blood of your cheeks the night we met."

Blood-red fingertips gently caress Kate's cheeks.

Meanwhile, an increasingly pervasive red invades her white clothing.

----Like a flower that knows when to bloom and change colour.

William: "I've been thinking about it ever since."

William: "Red really suits you."

----FLASHBACK----

Wiiliam: "You may want to be with me, but you won't want a tragic end. Unless you have a strong desire to do so."

William: "If you stay with me, you must accept my destiny and that will trouble, sadden, and distress you...as you work on your heart."

William: "Helplessness and guilt kill desire. It is a fetter that robs us of our freedom....You know this all too well."

----FLASHBACK ENDS----

William: "...So this is your answer to my destiny."

The red coloring on Kate's body indicate a clear rejection of William's desired destruction.

Whether William wants to ruin himself or reject Kate's love.

"I will not allow that to happen"

"It is my way of living freely that I do not kill that desire"

William: "........"

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on William's lips.

A little troubled color on the lovingly relaxed eyes.

William: "The possibility of living with me, huh?"

William: "....I never thought it would be proved this way."

William: "For sure, now you're free and...."

William: "It's the most beautiful thing I've even seen."

Immediately afterwards, an insidious, angry voice tore the silence apart.

Inspector: "What's going on here?...Hey you! I gave you that knife!"

Inspector: "Why is Rex still alive? Who is this woman?"

Female prisoner: "I...I saw her at the tea party...maybe his lover....?"

Inspector: "If she is his lover then she's a bad guy too. Don't hesitate now! Prove your innocence!"

Young prisoner: "Nn....Ngh....!"

A young man holds up the blood-soaked knife as if he is being driven by the Inspector.

Liam: "....I won't let you."

Young prisoner: "Agh!!? Who is that...!?"

Immediately afterwards, the young man's arm stopped moving, as if something had grabbed him.

Liam: "Stay still...I won't do anything to you."

Liam: "Forgive me Katie, Will...I'll do better now. I...I won't make any mistakes...."

Younger prisoner: "Wh-Where the hell...is this voice coming from!?"

The young man was frightened by a maniacal voice coming from the void.

Brian: "Wait...!"

An out-of-breath Brian tumbles between the young man and William and the others, dragging his leg.

Brian: "I promised! But for now, I'm going to tell you...!"

Brian: "Don't hurt them...!"

William: "....."

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Young prisoner: "....Wh-What's going on....what's happening here? What's happening!?"

The knife slips from the upset young man's hand and rolls to the floor.

Pressured by Brian's pleas, the other prisoners fell silent.

William: "Thanks Brian. And also...my cat, who can't be seen by others."

William: "But the dedication to advocacy is too much to bear. Just relax and take it easy."

William: "Now, Inspector."

Inspector: "Ugh...I don't care anymore! Get him!"

William: "Hahaha! Don't be so frightened. I just wanna talk. 'Tell me the name of the man who is in charge of this case."

Inspector: "...Ngh...D-Deputy general! Shit!"

William: "I see. But you also have collaborators outside the police force, don't you? 'Answer me."

Inspector: "....I don't know....!"

William: "Hmm....indeed. He's not so stupid as to reveal information to the field?"

William: "Thank you for your cooperation, Inspector. It was very helpful. Now, 'Keep your mouth shut and don't move from the spot."

HeI watched as the Inspector became as still as a stone.

William: "........"

William lovingly placed Kate's arm, which hung weakly, on her abdomen.

Then he picked her up again, gently so as not to shock her.

William: "I need to ask my cat for a favor, if you don't mind."

Liam: "....Mm, yes?"

William: "I...I need you to take her to 'our' doctor."

Liam: "Yes. I'll make sure she's safe. ....But what about you, Will?"

William: "I've got a few more things left to do here."

William stared at Kate in the arms of the transparent Liam for a few seconds.

William: "....Not right away, but I'll come home."

Liam: ".....Mm, I understand."

As Kate disappears into the darkness of the tower in Liam's arms.

William turned to the stunned prisoners and smiled graciously.

William: "Now...for all the good and bad people who pointed knives at 'my' robin."

William: "Unfortunately, you are all going to be manipulated by me, once again."

Prisoner: "Ngh....?"

Brian: "Sir Rex, what are you...!?"

William: "All of you form a single line and follow me."

Brian: ".....Nn....!"

The moment he stood up on command, Brian's face contorted in pain.

William: "Ah, is your leg injured? Are there other prisoners who are injured severely?"

Brian: "Y-Yes..."

William: "It looks like they need to be handled differently. ......'The injured will remain here until they are picked up."

William: "It is not necessary for everyone to be present at the parade. It's the formality and the impression that counts."

William: "Come on, let's go. It's gonna be a busy night."

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Before dawn.

The city of London was supposed to be shrouded in fog and silence, but that day there was a strange buzz in the air.

Citizen of London: "What's going on...? Is this a parade?"

Citizen of London: "I didn't hear anything about this."

The diligent workers who have work early in the morning,

The night watchman rushes in on the sound of murmurs as he wakes up from the sound of footsteps.

Male prisoner: "Please help me! My legs...they're moving on their own.....!"

Female prisoner: "My leg hurts....please stop...please...."

The line of people obediently moving their feet, with tired, disheveled faces, asked for help.

It was a bizarre sight, as if they had just knocked a corpse out of the grave and formed it into a line.

William: "Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing...."

Only William, at the head of the line, sings in a good mood.

The joyful singing stopped with the sound of the prisoners' footsteps as they reached the square.

William: "Coachmen, shoe shiner, janitor, the policemen, the gossiping baker...."

William: "Ah...and the postmen, of course. That's about enough witnesses."

Counting the gazes of fearful and curious onlookers, William muttered.

Seeing this, the young man opened his mouth as if he couldn't stand it.

Younger prisoner: ".....Hey...Mr....William. What are thinking....?"

William: "I don't understand your question. Could you be more clear?"

Young prisoner: "Is that article about you, true? I don't....know what to believe in anymore....."

Young prisoner: "Why did you come to the tower? Why did you bring us all the way down here....!?"

William: "Well of course---"

William: "I'm going to execute you all."

Young prisoner: "Ngh.....!?"

William: "Especially you. You pointed a knife at me, right?"

William: "And you even hurt my robin."

Young prisoner: "Ah..Ahh...I...."

William: "....Now, how should I do it?"

William walked up to the immobile young man and touched his throat.

William: "If I give you an order right now, you won't resist."

William: "I didn't get to see much blood in the Tower of London, so...I'm starving."

William: "Should I have your throat slit? or...ask you to gouge out your heart?"

The moment a fingertip came down his throat and poked him in the chest with a thud.

Young prisoner: "Ha..Haa....! Please no, please no! Help me....someone please help me!!"

The young prisoner's drawn-out cry for help brought the witnesses back to themselves, who were unable to process the situation.

Policemen: "What are you doing!?"

Policemen: "It's William Rex! Seize him!"

William: "Ahahaha! Nice scream."

William laughed in a high-pitched laugh when he quickly moved away from the young man.

William: "The countermeasure to the cover-up is the uncontrollable testimony of an unspecified number of witnesses and the market is set."

William: "Thanks for the best reaction, Charlie."

Charlie: "........Eh."

William: "From now on 'be your own master."

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William: "From now on 'be your own master."

At William's words, the prisoners who had been manipulated slumped to the ground.

Charlie: "....My name..."

Policemen: "Ah!? Hey, are you all okay!?"

Policemen: "Wait...what did you do to them!?"

William: "Don't come after me."

Policemen: "Nn!?"

William: "Take my message to the senior ranking officers of the London police...especially to the Deputy commissioner."

William: "If you don't want to be subjected to the same abuse, don't even think about incriminating them again."

William: "Well then, have a good day."

William said that with a single order as he would shut down the tracker.

The only thing that remained was a smile, and then he disappeared into the morning mist.

............

(.....Is this a dream?)

I found myself standing at the entrance to the Great Hall of Crown Castle.

(What happened....)

I am dazed and cannot recall the situation well.

William can be seen at the far end of the hall.

William has his back turned, though he won't look back.

For some reason, I felt like..... he is waiting for me.

(I can't move my body....but I want to talk to you)

-----Options-----

I'm coming to you.

Don't go far.

Until I'm with you.

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Kate: "Until I'm with you...."

Kate: "....Please stay safe."

I had to shout for him to hear, but my voice shook unreliably.

But William, whose back was still turned, seemed to get the message.

William: ".....Don't worry, Kate."

When I looked down to move my feet, I saw bottomless darkness.

Before I knew it, my consciousness had been sucked back into darkness----

............

Liam: "Katie is going to be alright, right? She not going to die, right? Roger?"

Roger: "I stitched up the wound and it wasn't very deep. I guess the guy who stabbed...was hesitating a little bit."

Roger: "But she has lost a fair amount of blood. It's up to this young lady to wake up now."

Liam's eyes were shifting unsteadily in front of Kate's prone body.

The day after the disturbances at the Tower of London and the Dawn Parade.

Kate was carried to the Crown Castle and has yet to wake up,

William's whereabouts were also unknown.

Roger: "Is he ever coming back?"

Roger: "That bastard who is responsible for putting this young lady in such a state and not to mention, not coming to check on her."

Liam: "It's too late for that. Will is a bad man who will never belong to anyone, no matter how much he tries to mislead people."

Liam: "....Or he used to be."

Liam looked Kate's sleeping face.

Liam: "When we parted, I looked at Kate and she was making a face I'd never seen before."

Liam: ".....'I'll come back, I promise.' is what her face said."

Roger: "Well, whatever it is...Kate would probably be more comfortable on a bed in her room than on a hard bed like this one."

Roger: "Let's bring her to her room then, shall we?"

Elbert: "...............I will carry her."

Roger: "Whoa! El, there you are... Hm? And what did you just say?"

Elbert: "I will carry her."

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Elbert slowly laid Kate on the bed.

Elbert: "......."

She remains asleep, breathing shallowly.

Elbert: "...............Once you wake up, I want to ask you something."

Elbert: "....Depending on your answer, I....might want you." (wait for your route :/)

Elbert sat down on the bedside chair and did not touch or speak.

He simply stared at her with his ocean-blue eyes.

All the way to...daylight, as if hoping that those eyelids will open and give him the answers he wanted.

............

-----That night. One journalist ran into the post office.

Post master: "Mr. Brian....!?"

Brian, looking exhausted and emaciated, crowded into the director's office.

Brian: "I need you to deliver these."

Brian: "If you take it to the newspapers, I'm sure they'll cover it up...I want you to tell them. Tell them my confession."

.......

----In the muddy darkness, a silent lullaby can be heard.

'Who killed cock robin....who killed cock robin.....'

It's very calm, gentle and inviting.

(I need to wake up....)

(He is waiting)

The singing brings the body back to its senses.

Consciousness emerges from the depths of darkness.

(I want to see you now)

???: "....Oh my darling robin. Please answer my curtain call."

When I woke up, what I felt before the pain was the scent of roses he was wearing.

Kate: "....William....?"

William: "Good morning, Kate."

He's here by my side.

It meant that there was a continuation to our relationship, in which we pushed each other to be selfish.

Kate: "Who killed the robin?' Wha...Why are you singing such a unlucky lullaby?"

I was being sarcastic, but my voice sounded too happy.

The red-eyed evil king laughed in amusement.

Teneramente: Lovingly - Normal story

#ikemen series #otome #cybird otome #cybird ikemen #ikemen villain #cybird #ikemen villains #ikemen mc #ikemen villains william

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ellafushiguro · 12 days

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“Not bad…” Chapter 1

(Links to: Prologue & Chapters 2, 3, 4, 5)

Your morning routine consists of waking up at 4:00am, laying in bed just staring at the wall for 30 minutes trying to wake up, contemplating your life and all the choices you’ve ever made that led you to here and now, then finally getting up to take a shower and getting yourself ready for work. By 6:00am, you finish zipping the back of your skirt up, giving yourself one last look in the mirror making sure your ponytail is perfectly slicked back and checking for any wrinkles you might’ve missed on your white blouse, before grabbing your Scouts jacket and brown leather work satchel as you walk out the door of your room.

You reach the hallway to the mess hall after going down a few flights of stairs, only to bump into Section Commander Hange. “Oh! Goodmorning Y/N! You’re looking lovely this morning as always! Are you off to have breakfast?” Hange chirps. You often wonder how she can be in such a cheerful mood every single morning. It’s been about 3 months now since you transferred to the Survey Corps, and you haven’t seen her in any other mood. Most of the Scouts are surprisingly alot friendlier than any of the MP’s you’ve ever worked with. This is gonna take a while to get used to, you thought to yourself. “Goodmorning Hange, yes I am. Would you care to join me?” You ask. “Great minds think alike! I heard they’re serving something called pancakes? It’s new. Apparently they’re kinda sweet!” She says as she hooks her right arm into your left one, practically dragging your short legs to your destination. You two have gotten quite close in the 3 months you’ve been here. As extroverted as she is, you don’t mind her company at all.

You and Hange find open seats next to a group of young familiar faces:

Armin: the smart blonde.

Eren: the kid who always throws rage fits, and is apparently a titan.

Mikasa: the chill, but can still kick your ass, girl.

Connie: nice kid but a little random sometimes.

Jean: you don’t see why everyone calls him “horse-face”, he’s actually quite handsome.

Bertoldt: the shy tall guy.

Reiner: the group's big brother. He reminds you of a giant teddy bear.

Krista: the group's sweet little sister.

Ymir: kinda like Mikasa, except the only difference is Mikasa actually has a filter.

And lastly, Sasha: Girl eats like it’s her last day on earth… which you don’t blame her for… being in this job field and all.

“Goodmorning Section Commander, Lt (Lieutenant)!” The whole table greets you both with sleepy smiles & a salute. You both nod & everyone sits back down.

“Hey Lt! You never updated us on what happened when you served Captain Levi tea on your first day!” Eren says. “Ohh righttt, totally forgot you pulled that.. a little daredevil aren’t ya Lt hah!” Reiner says with a smirk, nudging you with his elbow. They all look at you with wide eyes, waiting for your response. “Right, sorry! You guys have been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother you all. I completely forgot about it. But umm.. it wasn’t what I was expecting. I thought you guys said he was an asshole? You guys made it seem like he was gonna throw a tea cup at me or something.” The group looks at each other confused. “So… he didn’t?…” Jean asks with one eyebrow raised. “…No?” You responded, raising an eyebrow back at him. “Well what did he say?!” Sasha exclaims, mouth full of pancake. “W-well at first nothing. He drank the tea and went on with his work. The next day, I brought his lunch to his office, and he offered me some tea that HE brewed. It was pretty good but I prefer my tea with a little bit of honey and- “ You were cut off by Krista, “HE WHAAAAAT!?” Jolting from her seat and slamming her hands on the table, excitement in her eyes. You jump a little in surprise, and a bit in confusion. “Maybe it’s cuz of your uniform. You got the whole sexy secretary look to ya.” Hange chimes in, wiggling her eyebrows. “M-my skirt?” You look down at your outfit. “Yes ma’am. And your shirt seems kinda tight. Or maybe you just have some nice melons on ya? The buttons look like they’re going to pop off any second. Must be nice.” Ymir winks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. You look around the table, all the boys had deep red cheeks, trying not to make eye contact with you. Awkward. You pull your Scouts jacket a little tighter around your front, “O-oh well I- “ Again getting cut off by Krista, “You guys! He made her a cup of HIS tea. HIS tea!!!” They all burst into debate, trying to top the other about why the Captain didn’t react the way they thought he normally would, completely ignoring Krista. “I guess this is our queue to leave now, once you get these kids goin it’ll never end.” Hange whispers. It’s almost 7:00am anyway, time to bring Captain his morning tea.

“You finally decided to show up, eh.” Levi says while scribbling on a document. His voice as emotionless as ever, so you can’t really tell whether he’s being sarcastic or if he’s actually serious. You continue walking towards his desk, holding a tray with his favorite tea set. So much confusion this morning. This is the usual time you would come in, you thought. Now that you think about it, maybe the reason he hasn’t said anything mean to you so far is because you don’t question him or talk back? You do every thing he asks. You do it all perfectly and in a timely, organized matter. You don’t give him any problems, instead you take his problems off his shoulders. I mean you ARE his assistant after all, you’re just doing your job. You decide to test the waters, “what ever do you mean, this is the usual time I always come in, sir” you say sarcastically with a tiny hint of attitude, not wanting to take it too far… yet. You look at him with a smirk. Already regretting it. Setting down the tray on his desk in front of him, handing him a cup. You pour tea in it, waiting for his response. He’s quiet for a minute, just two steel gray eyes glaring into your soul. Ah crap here it comes. You’re face-palming yourself over and over in your head. You turn your back to him, moving the tea tray to the mid-sized coffee table that’s placed in the middle of his office, squeezing your eyes shut. He sighs, “guess I lost track of the time again.” You open your eyes, again confused. You turn to look at him, “sir?” He rubs his temples, “I haven’t slept” he admits. You see it now, the dark circles around his eyes. You hear it in his voice. “Would you like to take a nap sir? I can handle the paperwork” you offer, feeling slightly guilty for trying to challenge his tired self a few seconds ago. “No I’ll be fi-“ he starts, but you cut him off, “it’s really not a problem sir, I’m happy to do it for you! As long as you get some rest, I’m happy to take the load. That’s what you have me for.” He looks at you with his usual stoic expression but to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight, “fine.” He accepts defeat. “Make sure these all get to Erwin’s office by noon. I’m counting on you.” He says as he makes his way to his connected bedroom. “Yes sir of course.” You say, taking a seat in his chair. Your morning mission has begun.

A couple hours later, you’ve finished all the paperwork that Captain Levi left to you and had already sent them all to Commander Erwin’s office. Your stomach grumbles just in time for lunch. As you start walking towards the door to leave Levi’s office, you were stopped dead in your tracks. Bumping into a hard surface, you look up to see a rested, but still not rested enough, Captain Levi coming out of his room. “Sorry Captain, I wasn't expecting you to be up just yet. Did the few hours of sleep help?” You ask, slight concern in your voice. “I’m fine. Did you finish?” He asks, looking over at his now empty desk. “Yes sir, I actually just got back from dropping them off. I’m about to go get some lunch now. Do you want me to bring you anything?” You offer. “It’s fine. I’ll go with you. Maybe you can show me how you prepare our tea.” He says, following behind you out of his office. Our tea?

You both walk into the mess hall and go to stand in line. Levi puts one hand on your lower back and sticks out his other hand, gesturing ‘ladies first’. Yeah, I definitely don’t understand what those kids were talking about. Him? Cold? He seems perfectly normal to me. A bit stern and serious, but that’s with all military officers… except for Hange. “Did you see that?” You hear from somewhere in the crowd of faces. Instead of turning around to face them, you look up at Levi who’s already looking at you. You wonder if he heard the same thing. “Something the matter Y/N?” He asks. You shudder, no one but Hange has called you by your first name in years. Caught off guard, you avert your gaze somewhere straight ahead, “no sir”. You can feel your cheeks getting hot. You can still feel his eyes on you. You didn’t think he even knew your name, or even cared to remember it for that matter. It’s not like you were out on the field risking your life, you were in the safety of his office. And so you thought, because of that, he always just called you Lt. So why are you blushing? All he said was your damn name!

You both make your way to an unoccupied table, Levi still following close behind you. “Here, I got you one of those Snickerdoodle cookies or whatever. They’re your favorite right.” He says, more of a statement than a question. He sits down across from you, placing the cookie on your plate. You were so distracted that you walked right past the dessert table. “Oh thank you Captain! But you didn’t have to- “ He cuts you off, people seem to do that to you alot, “you can drop the formalities while we’re not working. And it’s nothing, I just figured they’d run out of them quickly and you wouldn’t get to have any, is all.” He says. You smile as you both dig into your lunch. Wait, how does he know those are your favorite?

Levi wasn’t too thrilled the day he found out Commander Erwin had assigned him a new assistant/Lieutenant without his knowledge. Just another idiot to worry about. But the second you walked into his office that morning, bringing him the most delicious cup of tea he’s ever had with such an innocent smile on your face, something in him shifted right then and there. Two things he loved: a perfectly brewed cup of tea… and sunshine. The day he came up from the Underground and felt the warmth of the sun on his skin for the very first time.. oh man, he felt like he was living it all over again. “..not bad, brat..” complimenting the tea… and secretly Erwin. Is this what they call “love at first sight” ?

“You can add some honey or lemon for extra sweetness and flavor. It also helps when you’re sick as well!” You say excitedly, getting carried away with your tea tutorial, bouncing all over the kitchen. You finished all the paperwork this morning, so after lunch you and Levi went to the now empty Officers lounge to use the mini kitchen. He has you all to himself. You haven’t looked up at him once since you’ve started, it’s the perfect chance for him to finally get to examine you, memorize your features, watch how you move, see your different facial expressions, listen to your voice, hear your laugh, learn your body language… if she could just jump up one more time… maybe the buttons on her shirt will actually pop off… he dozes off. “Captain?” You snap him back to reality. What the hell is wrong with me?! He thought to himself. “I’ve lost you haven’t I?” You ask, while actually face-palming yourself for real this time. “I’m listening brat, go on.” He urges, waving his hand. You roll your eyes as you continue your lecture. Normally if anyone else did that, he’d be making them run laps around the Scouts compound until sundown. But it kind of… looked good coming from you. The corner of his mouth slightly twitched. When he snaps back to his senses, he realizes you’ve stopped talking a long time ago and is now replicating the way he has his chin resting in the palm of his hand, staring back at him. Shit, her face is so close. “Your tea is gonna get cold Levi” you warn him, looking down at the cup you placed in front of him, then moving your eyes slowly back up looking into his gray orbs once again. Damnit! Now he’s the one mentally face-palming himself. “I-I know, I’m just waiting for it to cool down a bit more. Quit nagging me.” He says, lying through his teeth, but you didn’t need to know that. Finally he takes a sip, “you added some lemon innit this time you say?” You watch as he licks his bottom lip. Sighhh, those beautiful lips…

“Not bad, Y/N.”

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ghouljams · 4 months

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hi hey hello here are some more of my headcanaons I remembered while going to bed yesterday. enjoy :)

•the changeling and Riley can under absolutely no circumstances be left with no supervision together. Riley is a good behaved dog, but if you leave him alone with the little monster you will come back to utter chaos of dog food, flour, and chocolate chips covering every surface of the kitchen.

• Angel is a very sensitive and emotional person. not in the way that she's a whimp or a crybaby (because she's strong and mature emoti9nally and doesn't let stupid things get to her) but in the way that she feels her emotions very strongly and has strong reactions to them. she will tear up if the kid gives her a drawing of their little family holding hands (even if you can barely tell what's happening in the drawing) she will be utterly overwhelmed with love and joy whenever Keegan successfully (attempts) cooks something for her. she will tear up from l9ve when she finds the monster lying on Keegans chest on the couch, both of them asleep and snoring softly as Railey watches over them. her emotions are just very big, and sometimes it's overwhelming and the only way they can manifest 8s through subtle tears.

• it's already established that Witch needs to keep a tight grip on her emotions in order for them to not mess with her magic, but I think she really wants to be able to feel them freely and just feel that catharsis of just letting all your emtions out. especially once her and Angel slowly start becoming friends and she sees how Angel feels and expresses her own emotions. She wants very deeply to be able to do the same without it having horrendous and u predictible consequences. Price sees this, he's good at reading her and he knows she wants to be able to feel like normal people do. he's trying to figure out is there's anything he could do to help her, but has had little luck so far

• Angel has a bad dating history. the people she dated in the past were assholes and some even cheaters, a lot of them lead her on and made her feel shitty about herself. which is why it's so overwhelming for her to have Keegan love her uncodionally and treasure every piece of her. it's why she had it hard to believe that all Keegan wanted for the baby was her love and their little family, and that he wouldn't turn around at a moments notice and make her pay by taking something else. Keegan is furious when he finds out about how shitty her exes treated her and scretly plots to make them suffer for it (the little monster wants to help because no one has the right to hurt their mummy)

• Angel is well educated, she went to collage and got her degree and now she has a good paying job that causes her mountainous amounts of stress. I kind of imagine her as a corporate girly, maybe an accountant for some big firm or a secretary. she deserves more than a shitty firm that doesn't care about her existence, and Keegan is trying to convince her to find somewhere better, somewhere that will treat her like she deserves to be treated, but she's hesitant, it's a good job that pays a lot and her hours are pretty flexible because most of the work can be done remotely, she doesn't want to let that go for a job that might keep her in the office all the time and force her to spend less time with Keegan and the kid

• Witches house is a mess. it's an organised mess and she always knows where everything is, but the first time Price tried to make himself tea it took him a good 30 minutes to find a a cup and the tea itself, he's slowly learning where everything is though

• the changeling goes through phases of food they are obssesed with and will refuse to eat anything else. currently it's chicken. they could eat it for every meal of every single day. also, raw carrots because they're crunchy and amazing under their growing sharp teeth (I love this kid and Keegan as a dad so fucking much you don't even understand)

•Witch is an absolutely exquisite cook (Keegan couldn't even dream of being half as good lol) the love and care she gives every meal makes it akin to ambrosia. Price swears if he wasn't already in love with her, the food she cooks for him would be enough to make him fall in love all on its own. there's just something about the warmth in his stomach after an amazing meal cooked by her that makes him want to give her the world twice over. makes him want to take care of her and absolutely ruin her at the same time. he will spend the night making her feel heavenly every time she cooks him dinner, no exceptions (unless of course she's really not feeling it)

I feel like most of my ideas are for Angel and her little magic family, mostly because Witch and Price are already such fleshed out characters, and their relationship dynamic is very well established so it's hard for me to come up with stuff that feels in charcter for them while with Angel and Keegan there's a lot more creative liberty so to say

I absolutely love your takes on Angel and Witch. Genuinely I think you helped my image of Angel solidify into who she is now. Ghoul thoughts under cut to keep this post manageable in length.

I agree I think Angel is a corporate girly as well, someone that decided they didn't have time to wait around for Mr. Right to have a baby. Which also means yeah a lot of bad relationships... Keegan is wearing her down for finding a new job. It helps that he stays home with the kiddo and seems to have a uncanny ability to get whatever the family needs.

The little monster(Ainsley. Get it? Like Ainsel, like the fairytale... ah I'm not clever) definitely has a penchant for chomping on anything that gives a good snap. I think they have a huge appetite for vegetables and anything fresh because of Keegan's ties to spring. Meat is all well and good but the kid needs greens. Probably has eaten a few flowers...

Witch and Angel are so interesting together because I also think of Angel as very in touch with her emotions. Which is shocking for Witch who has a death grip on everything just to keep from exploding random shit. She's working on it. It's hard to find places where Witch can just let go without hurting herself, but Price is looking into it.

And yes Witch's house is a nightmare. It's organized chaos, you won't find anything if you don't already know where to look. Price almost poisons himself the first time he tries to make tea. It's a mess in there, but it doesn't have to be clean when Witch can just magic ingredients over to herself. Her filing system is only understood by her, and that's just fine. No one else needs to know it, but Price is putting in effort to learn.

#x oc #cod x oc #1fae1 #oc: witch #oc: angel #oc: ainsely

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tyrant-tales · 2 months

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Vile Liquid

A/n: Thank you @powerrangers15 for this idea because GENIUS. Sooooo this is made with Xingyun in mind, but it does not have to be read that way if you don't want to! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.7k

Lees: Gaming, Chongyun, Xingqui and partially Zhongli

Lers: Zhongli, Gaming, Xingqui, and partially Madame Ping

Prompt: How rude!

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Normally, seeing Chongyun, Xingqui, and Gaming running down the streets of Liyue Harbor was nothing out of the ordinary. Today, however, watching old man Zhongli chase after them was different.

How did they get in this predicament? Well, somebody (cough cough, Xingqui, cough cough) thought it would be funny to give the old man coffee instead of tea, which didn't end well. Zhongli took one sip and immediately glared daggers at the teen. Gaming and Chongyun didn't actually do anything, but Xingqui dragged them into the whole mess.

So now, there they were. Sprinting between crowds and taking any shortcuts to lose their tail.

"Why did you drag us into this?" Chongyun groaned while turning a sharp corner.

"You were willing to let me suffer all alone?" Xingqui pouted, "Besides, I always drag you into things."

Gaming just laughed, "C'mon, it's not like you mind it anyways!"

Chongyun stayed quiet, continuing to run as if his life depended on it. For all he knew, it did.

All three teens kept their pace but came to an abrupt stop. They'd run straight into a dead end. Right as they turned to run, Zhongli stepped into view and blocked their exit.

"It appears you can't run anymore," Zhongli chuckled. Xingqui stepped back into the wall, whereas the other two kept their stance.

Chongyun looked back at his friends, one looked slightly worried and the older one just smiled. Of course, they all knew the old man wouldn't hurt them, but slight fear still settled in.

"So? Who's idea was it?" The eldest asked.

Chongyun sighed and stepped forward. Hoping to protect his friend, he lied, "It was mine," His friends' heads shot over to him.

"But it wasn't? It was mine," Xingqui defended, as he walked up next to the two teens.

"It wasn't mine, but I did think it was kind of funny, I won't lie," Gaming admitted.

"What I am hearing is that all three of you had at least some part of it," Zhongli shook his head, "Vile liquid, truly."

The youngest teen laughed quietly.

"I see this is still funny to you."

"Just a bit, yes."

"Why don't I give you something better to laugh about, then?" The former Archon tackled Xingqui to the floor. Which didn't take a lot of effort, considering how Zhongli dwarfed the younger in both height and strength.

"AGH! Hey, hey! Wait! Ihim sohorry!!!" He pleaded, immediately giggling when the old man scribbled against his sides.

"I do believe it is a little late for that," He paused to glance at the other two staring in awe, "if you both try to run again, it'll be worse for you."

After that, they both decided against trying to escape. So they just stared at their friend.

"I feel kind of bad, but he had it coming." Gaming said.

Chongyun pulled out a popsicle and started to eat it, he seemed to be blushing, "I never feel bad. He always dishes it out then drags me into it too," he smiled endearingly, "Hey, now you'll be a part of that tradition too!"

"This happens often then?"

"Basically everyday. You really should visit more, it's kind of entertaining."

"ZHONGLI pleheahase ihim sohorry!" Xingqui pleaded. Zhongli just shook his head and smirked.

"Maybe next time do not go after me for your schemes. You know well enough the outcome," he paused to drag his hands up to the youngers ribs, "Come to think of it, it is almost like you try to get this to happen."

Xingquis squirming intensified and he blushed brighter, "Thahats nohot- ihi dohont-AH!"

"Interesting sentence there. Mind explaining what 'ah!' means?" The ex-achron never let him answer; he drilled his fingers into the spaces between the youngests upper ribs. Xingqui screeched.

"Woah! You're so loud," Gaming teased. He knelt next to the lee's head and patted it.

Xingqui shook his head to get Gaming's hand away, to which Gaming gasped dramatically.

"Oho, you offended Gaming. I'll visit your grave, don't worry." Chongyun laughed, finishing his popsicle.

The boy in question followed Zhonglis technique, drilling into his underarms ruthlessly.

"NOHO PLEHEAHASE! STOHOP!!" He screamed, twisting and turning in every direction. Both of his 'attackers' let up, the older one turning towards the other menacingly.

"Wait, why are you looking at me like that?" Gaming said, slightly backing up to the best of his ability on his knees, "Nonono! Wait, no!"

Despite his pleading, he was tackled to the ground right next to Xingqui. Zhongli then Squeezed his sides, then he relished in the adorable giggles that followed.

Xingqui sat up and looked over to Chongyun pleadingly. Chongyun walked over to him and sat next to him. Xingqui fell into the other's arms and laughed quietly.

"I don't feel bad for you, so don't try to get that out of me," the older chided. Xingqui whined slightly before leaning further into the hug. Chongyuns face went bright red.

Zhongli spidered across Gaming's ribs, eliciting a shriek, "Well, you seem to be even more ticklish than Xingqui and Chongyun. I did not know that was possible, Gaming."

"Shuhush!" He yelled.

Zhongli just nodded in disapproval. He switched from spidering to squeezing with one hand and poking with the other, staying on his ribs. Gaming moved from side to side, laughing sweetly.

"How endearing," The eldest chuckled, moving his fingers to Gaming's stomach and scribbling. Gaming just shook his head, trying to get rid of the sensations.

Xingqui perked his head up and motioned for (a very red) chongyun to let him go, to which he complied. The youngest got behind Zhongli and squeezed his sides.

He straightened his back and turned quickly, grabbing Xingqui and pulling him next to Gaming on the floor. Chongyun stared in awe of the stupidity of the situation.

"Now that, child, was not very smart of you," Zhongli feigned a frown while attacking both of the teens under him. Chongyun backed up into the wall and observed, knowing he was probably, no, definitely next.

"Yohou ahalreheahady gohot mehe! Why ahagahain?!" Xingqui cried out, wriggling violently.

Gaming accidentally whacked Xingqui in the arm trying to protect himself. Zhongli, much against his morals, laughed at that. Xingqui kind of deserved it.

Zhongli focused on those two for about 5 more minutes before letting them go. Both instinctively curled up on themselves, trying desperately to get rid of the phantom tickles.

"Chongyun," Zhongli said, making the younger flinch, "I believe it is your turn."

The boy in question stayed seated against the wall, but stared at the old man, blushing profusely.

"Alright, come here," Zhongli ordered before basically picking up the teen and dragging him to the floor entirely.

"Agh! Waitwait! Ihi didn't even doho anything!" Chongyun attempted before shutting up completely when his side was attacked. He laughed immediately, softly batting at Zhonglis hands.

"Ah ah ah, hitting isn't very nice," Zhongli deadpanned, grabbing chongyun hands and pulling them up. He looked over to the two recovering teens, "If you help me now, I will go easy on you next time."

They both seemed to contemplate it, Xingqui standing up first, "I'll help because I want to. It's not for your satisfaction, I just want to see my dear friend smile."

Chongyun yelped, "You are such a traitor!" Despite Chongyun acting upset, he didn't fight Xingqui when he took his arms, nor did he fight to get free at all.

"Mm.. I'm sure you think I'm a traitor."

Gaming decided to join them, sitting next to Chongyuns legs.

"Noho, not you too!" Chongyun complained.

"Yehes me too!" Gaming teased. He experimentally squeezed the youngers thigh. He squeaked and kicked out his legs. Gaming grinned wildly.

Zhongli brought his fingers to life on Chongyun's stomach, to which he giggled and tried to curl up. Xingqui smiled down at his friend, wincing back at the loud squeak from the poking at the bluenettes thighs.

"You know, you're really cute like this," Xingqui booped his friend's nose, causing him to blush brighter than before.

"Ihaha cahant- ACK- Ihim tohoo- plehehease!"

"Awe, you are just adorable, haha!" Gaming complimented, skittering his fingers across the lees knees (hah see what I did there?).

Chongyun dug his heels into the ground, trying to avoid kicking anybody.

Xingqui, out of fear of Chongyun hitting his head, moved to sit criss cross. He then moved the olders head to his lap for protection.

"Are you just too ticklish? Is that what you're trying to say?" Xingqui finally said, "That's just soooooo cute, 'Yun!"

"Shuhut uhup!"

"What? I'm complimenting you!" He gasped in mock offense, "Is it too flustering for you? Awe, Chongyun."

The exorcist yelped when Zhongli targeted his upper ribs, beginning to cackle loudly.

"What is going on here?" A familiar voice called out.

Zhongli turned his head, "Ah, Madame Ping, hello."

"Oh Zhongli, are you bullying these young children? How very rude!" She made her way to the old man, who had since gotten off of Chongyun. The teen was taking heavy breaths.

"Oh no, I assure you they started this ordeal."

"How can I be sure? Why don't I just teach you why you don't bother kids right now?" She threatened. Chongyun had migrated to hugging Xingqui, who lazily traced shapes on his back, making him giggle.

"I do not believe that would be necessary, Madame Ping," Zhongli defended. He seemed slightly nervous.

"Oh but look at that boy-"

"He does not mind it, truly," Zhongli interrupted.

"And now you interrupt me? Oh I'll teach you a lesson, Zhongli!" She pounced at him.

Zhongli jumped before being taken to the floor. Xingqui and Gaming shared looks, seemingly thinking how did she take him down?

"I- they really did cause this whole thing, please, I am not lying!"

Gaming had a mischievous look in his eye, "We did nothing! He just chased us here and attacked us so rudely!"

Zhongli rolled his eyes. He quickly shut his eyes when his stomach was poked by Madame Ping.

"Please not in front of them…" He pleaded.

"Oh fine. Come with me, you bully," she teased, winking at the teens.

Safe to say Madame Ping would be a new go to for ways to bother the old man.

#tickle content #genshin impact #xingyun #lee!xingqui #lee!chongyun #lee!gaming #lee!zhongli #ler!Zhongli #ler!xingqui #ler!gaming #like no one cares #but yknow

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trulylino · 2 years

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=> The One Who... - SKZ

Pairing: stray kids x gn!reader

Genre: mostly fluff and a hint of suggestive in lee know's but it's only if you squint

Summary: boyfriend trope post inspired by the tiktok trend where you describe them as lovers

Warnings: slight suggestive for lee know, mentions of death, kissing, food

A/N: I kept adding things to this every time I thought I was done I would be like WAIT lemme add that to the Changbin one or smth like that like this happened for like half an hour

Masterlist

Chan - the one you're going to marry

Ever since you met Chan there was just something about him which made you know instantly you were going to grow old with him. He knows how to make you laugh and how to comfort you when you cry. After a bad day he'll run you a bath and you'll find a basket of your favourite scented bath bombs and a mug of tea or hot chocolate on the side. When you get out the bath, fingers all pruney from the water you find that he's cooked dinner and changed the bed sheets so they're crisp and fresh and all you can do is crawl into his arms. Then you just know that you're going to marry him. He's the one. You're sure he's the one when you're an hour into a late night drive with him and he pulls over so he can rest his head in your lap. He doesn't need to tell you that he's in love with you because his eyes say a thousand words with how hopelessly and intently he's looking at you.

Minho - the one who knows you're his

He's really subtly flirty. Like you'll just be out with friends and he'll grab your hand and make you blush. Then he's all possessive too like 'these are my hands now'. He doesn't give you a second to get your thoughts straight it's just completely 100% him when he wants it to be like that. He can do a complete 180 with his personality too like one moment he's calling you Jagi in a sweet voice the next he's telling you to be good and he'll be nice to you when you get home. Your mind just cannot comprehend him. He's still secretly the cutest person ever though and loves taking you on little cafe dates where you'll be practically cuddling with your chairs so close together you may as well be sharing one. He'll pick up your hand from where it dangles at the side of your torso and place it on the table just so he can play with your fingers, weaving them with his and letting the pads of them brush over his own palms until you're whining and telling him to stop because it tickles.

Changbin - the one who makes you a better person

If there's one thing Changbin wants for you is for you to be the best version of you. He wants you to be healthy and he wants you to be happy. He'll remind you to eat if you've been distracted all day and when you're stressed he's there to help you relax with a face mask and a hair band. He likes going on dates with you to treat you, even if it's just going to the park for a picnic or the beach so the two of you can breathe the fresh sea air and jump over waves together like you're still five. He makes you feel like a kid again and you think that that's maybe what's so freeing about being with him. When you need to escape he'll be there for you. For your birthday every year he always, no matter what gives you photos of his favourite memories with you from the past year, each with little handwritten notes on the back with the dates and with little reminders about why they mean so much to him. Whenever you miss him or you're feeling sad you can get them out and just remember how loved you are.

Hyunjin - the one who would die for you

You cannot convince me that he wouldn't give the world for you. If you were in some dystopia YA book and he had to choose between saving the world and saving you he would choose you every single time. He is scared of how much he loves you but isn't afraid to let you know that. He needs you to know that he loves you more than anything else in the world and will take you out to do anything you want. You want him to buy you flowers? He has your favourites in a bouquet by the time you're back home. He likes visiting the aquarium with you too. It feels comforting just sitting hand in hand on a bench watching the fish so carefree and when you find the area where you can touch the starfish he can't help but splash you with water, forcing him to have to spoil you and treat you to a whole new outfit since yours is now wet. He draws you too. He brings his little sketchbook everywhere so when you're pouting at the fact that your latte art got ruined when you accidentally dipped your nose in it its cemented in history forever by his pencil.

Jisung - the one that knows you better than you know yourself

When you've known someone for as long as you've known Han it's not often you find out something that shocks you. He was your best friend before he was your boyfriend and it adds another level to your bond. He's still the same person you knew when you were fourteen except now you kiss and hold hands and cuddle. He never saw any of your flaws and when you would talk about all your failed relationships in the past it would feel like a dagger in his heart, twisting slowly, excruciatingly until he couldn't take it anymore and kissed you himself. So when you need a best friend, he's there and when you need a boyfriend you know that he's first in line. You can rant to him about the smallest thing and know that he's listening to you, know that he cares about you have to say and the same goes for the other way. It's because you've always wanted to know Jisung better than he does and you're sure that he knows you better than you know you.

Felix - the one who's never letting you go

He sometimes feels physically ill when he's away from you for too long. Like his energy drains and he gets a headache and as soon as your around it fades and he's all smiley and bubbly again. Sometimes when you get back from class or work and he's in this state all that you can do is just snuggle up under the blanket with him and stroke his hair and massage his shoulders through his shirt for him. He'll just relax into your touch and half way through your second movie you'll find he's completely asleep in your arms, grabbing you like a koala, forcing you to go to sleep as well since there's no way you're freeing yourself from his grasp. Not that you would want to move away from him anyway, he feels like home.

Seungmin - the one who hides you from the world

He gives a secret romance vibe. He reminds me of that Taylor Swift lyric like 'You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath'. It's always stolen kisses when you sneak away from the rest of your friends at a festival and counting the number of people in front of you so you happen to be paired together to go on the ferris wheel alone. Like he loves you so much but he's scared to tell other people that because he thinks it makes him vulnerable. He's told his family and a couple close friends but that's maybe it at least until you've been dating for about a year. It does lead to really aesthetically pleasing midnight walks together under the stars where you end up in a random field or park somewhere talking until you can see the sun start to come up on the horizon and you have to rush home. At some point he breaks down and tells you he can't keep it a secret anymore because all he wants to do is shout from the rooftops with a megaphone that he's yours.

Jeongin - the one that's crazy about you

There isn't a moment where isn't thinking about you. He texts you at 3am because he can't sleep and he misses you. He walks to where ever you are if you're about to go home because he doesn't want you to be by yourself and he knows you'll feel safer if he's there. He'll hold your hand as you walk together back to your place and he'll ask you about your day and what you got up to. You'll tell him and when you ask him in return he'll reply with some corny line about how all he did was miss you. The only thing is he's not joking because you literally consume his every waking thought. And sleeping thought, but that's not the point. It's not his fault you haunt his dreams with your pretty face that he just wants to grab and stroke your cheek until his skin wears away from friction.

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

#stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #chan x reader #hyunjin x reader #felix x reader #jisung x reader #jeongin x reader #changbin x reader #seungmin x reader #han x reader #i.n x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #kpop #minho x reader #idk what else to tag

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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Psycho

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Both Lloyd and Reader are a bit psychotic in this so be warned, mentions of fighting, implied torture, murder, one description of injury (the rest is implied), mentions of blood, knives and guns, mentions of brief alcohol consumption and a bunch of threats.

"So, you're the female version of me?" Lloyd commented with a cock of his head as he observed you. You mimicked his posture and raised one of your perfectly plucked eyebrows.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Good fighter. Smart. Cunning. One of the best in your field. A little bit psychotic?"

"If that description fits you Lloyd then I'm nothing like you. I'm much better. More psychotic too." You smirked.

"What happened, sweetheart? Daddy didn't love you?" He mocked you.

"We can go with that." You pushed away from the wall and stalked towards him. "Or maybe I got my heart broken by my big bad ex-boyfriend." You faked a pout and walked around him.

"Or maybe I just like it when I make people hurt." You stopped in front of him with a smirk.

"I think I'll like working with you." Lloyd smiled, his perfect white teeth showing.

In the months that followed you and Lloyd worked on missions together and while he liked using guns and explosives, you preferred getting close and personal with your target. From hand to hand combat to knives to using ordinary objects for torture. Even Lloyd was surprised by your innovative ways of extracting information.

The latest target was a cocky businessman. He really pissed off your bosses by trading information for money, hiring the best of the best to protect him and his assets. Weeks of observation proved fruitful when Lloyd kicked in the giant entrance door of the appropriate giant house. The businessman ran from the storming duo and hid in his office. He was aware of the reputation Lloyd had and once he saw him at the door he was rightfully fearful for his life. Which is why he was surprised when the office doors opened and Lloyd went to the liquor trolley, pouring himself a drink and sitting down leisurely at the far end of the office.

"W-What's happening?" The man asked, his voice trembling.

"Don't mind me, David, I'm waiting for my associate to arrive. She was tempted by something in your kitchen." Lloyd replied, sipping on the expensive whiskey.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" The businessman gulped.

"I'm not sure what her plan is. Though I can certainly tell you that you're not going to enjoy it...whatever it is." Lloyd smirked.

"You're psychotic."

"Oh, I'm not the psycho today." Lloyd smirked, your heels echoed down the long hallway leading up to the office. "She is. I'm just here to watch." He pointed to the office door, where you just appeared, smiling sweetly at the two men.

"Did I miss anything?" You asked, your voice dripping in honey. While your appearance soothed David, his easiness quickly vanished when he saw the knife you were holding in one of your hand.

"Oh, don't mind this. I collect knives." You smiled at your target, putting the knife on the liquor trolley, walking to the desk and sitting in front of it. Crossing your legs, you motioned to the businessman to sit down. He cautiously sat down and observed you.

"Now, David, you know why we're here. We're not leaving without information and it's up to you how much you suffer while giving that information. So, I'm going to need you to tell me who exactly are the broker, the buyer and the rat."

"I can't tell you that. They're going to destroy me."

"And you think I'm here to drink tea with you?"

"I suppose not. But if I give you information, they're going to come here and kill me. Better you just get things over with and I don't have to be afraid for the rest of my waking days." David leaned towards you. "I'm sure whatever your gorgeous face has in stored for me pales in comparison to what the other would do." His hand slid across the table towards yours. He let out a shrill yell as the knife pierced his palm. Holding the handle and driving it further into the dense wood, you smirked.

"Believe me, everything they'd do to you pales in comparison to what I'm going to do to you." You whispered into his ear. Releasing the knife and standing up, you walked towards Lloyd and grabbed the offered glass of whiskey.

"What are you thinking, Pumpkin?" He asked as he lazily slid his hand over the small of your back. Tapping the glass, you racked your brain, thinking of what you wanted to try. Slapping Lloyd's hand away you turned around and smashed the glass box, where a signed baseball bat was displayed.

"No! You have no idea how much that's worth. Put it back down." David yelled from his position. He was trying hard not to move too much as his hand was still in searing pain.

"Really? Money is what you're still worried about? In this situation I'd be more worried about what a psycho would do to me with it." You mocked, tapping the bat in your other hand, walking toward him. Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor and David twitched with every step you took, brining you closer to him.

"The human body has 206 bones. I suggest you tell me what I want to know or you and I will start the countdown now."

The businessman laid crumpled on the floor, bruised, battered and bloodied. He was barely holding onto life, but he remained alive. You were wiping your hands and props as Lloyd observed your handiwork.

"You did a stellar job, Sunshine." He wrapped his hands around your shoulders, kissing your neck.

"We got what we came here from. You can put him out of his misery if you want to finish the job."

"Oh, come on, there's no fun in killing if I can't play with it first. You don't want to kill him?"

"I just cleaned that knife." You whined as you looked at the long blade.

"You can always shoot him." He whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"You know my stance on guns."

"Messy. Traceable. I know, I know." Lloyd rolled his eyes. You spun around, pushing him to the side and throwing your favourite knife at the businessman, ending his life as it lodged itself in his skull. Pulling Lloyd by his collar, you kissed him hard, before he lifted you up onto the small table and deepened the kiss.

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

I actually haven't written anything in over a month and have been active less...there's been a lot going on 😬 which is also the reason for a very not typical story 😅 I have written several drafts but only this one actually amounted to something 😑 but beggars can't be choosers or something 😑

I had to recheck what I do in the document after the story is over hence why I'm adding this part now 🙈

And of course I had to choose Lloyd, I can't imagine the sea of new stories that will come after the movie drops 🤭😁

#Chris Evans #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #fanfic #short story #psycho

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faithinhome · 1 year

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Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange/ Female OC

18+| minors dni

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 16: Doctor Strange.

stephen didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to think about whatever it was that wanda was going on about. all he cared about right now was anna.

he texted sam as soon as he got home.

stephen: is anna okay?

sam responded instantly, which he was grateful for. sam always showed up when he was needed. he was lucky to have him.

sam: she said she was sad because no matter how competent men are they’re always the same 😬

stephen’s brows knitted together as he read the text.

stephen: did something happen?

sam: yeah she’s upset about the whole christine thing. and it reminded her of other bad times in the past that’s probably why she’s so upset.

stephen sighed to himself. there was nothing he could do or say to make it up to her.

stephen: i’m so sorry, sam.

sam: you gotta apologize to her man

stephen: i know. but she seems so distant and i don’t wanna push her. i just don’t wanna add on to her misery and hopelessness about men being a certain way.

sam: it’s probably just temporary.

that didn’t bring him any relief. his eyes stung and tears rolled down his cheeks. he kept his phone aside and cupped his face in his hands, sobbing softly.

he felt so hopeless. he didn’t know what to do.

the more he pondered over it, he realized there was no point in deliberately doing things to try and get her to forgive him. because this was just him trying to satisfy his ego once again. she would have to do that in her own time.

meanwhile, he should be nice to her just for the sake of being nice. because he cared. but he needed to give her space as well.

he needed to respect her and stop thinking about his own ego so much.

he let a couple days pass with no contact with anna, although he kept checking in on her through sam.

eventually, he decided maybe it was the right time to do something, extend a hand of friendship, or just to put a smile on her face.

that afternoon, anna was interrupted as she was working with a ring on her front door. she got up and answered the door, surprised to see a smiling young boy holding flowers.

“ms. anna bailey?”

“that’s me.”

“these are for you. from stephen strange.”

anna’s eyes widened and a soft blush tinted her cheeks. she grabbed the flowers and signed off, thanking the boy.

lavenders.

how did he know? she didn’t remember mentioning she loved lavenders.

she picked out the little card and read his note, a smile creeping up on her face.

beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman i know. your scent smells of lavender. and i remember you telling me about your favourite lavender lotion and how much you love lavender early gray. so i took a shot in the dark and thought maybe you’d like this. this is not me asking you to forgive me. i just hope this puts a smile on your face.

- hopefully still your favourite doctor, strange.

anna’s eyes lit up and she couldn’t help squeal in delight. she was blushing profusely. how was he so sweet? she only remembered faintly ever mentioning the lavender lotion and tea. it was so quick she didn’t even remember telling him that. and he picked up on her scent?

anna carefully undid the bouquet and snipped off the ends of the flowers before filling up a vase with water and settling them inside. she admired them, a huge smile on her face.

it was pretty sad but she’d literally never received flowers before.

“alright doctor strange” she giggled to herself as she went to his contact. “i’ll unblock you, you smooth talking asshole.”

she loved that he called himself that, referencing to the very first time they’d spoken.

she unblocked the man and typed out a message, but she didn’t want to seem too excited just yet.

anna: thanks for the flowers!

she contemplated whether she should add on more but decided against it and just sent that text over, biting her lip.

stephen was tending to his own flowers. the ones anna had tossed to his feet in justifiable rage. he’d taken them inside that day and put them in a vase, grateful that they were still salvageable. he didn’t want them to go to waste. he too, had never received flowers in the entire 40 years he’d been alive. it wasn’t even something he ever thought about. he’d just accepted that men just didn’t typically receive flowers.

but he loved the ones anna got him.

he checked his phone as it buzzed, his chest fluttering in delight as anna’s name popped up.

he quickly read her e text, his smile growing wider.

it was a small text but definitely better than nothing.

he typed out his message carefully.

stephen: the pleasure’s all mine. i hope you like them. having you been feeling okay since the dinner?

anna debated whether she should respond. she decided not to. she’d gone back enough times. maybe he should do the back breaking now.

but she couldn’t get over how elated she felt over the flowers. she didn’t know he paid so much attention.

“oh stephen” anna sighed. why was he so perfect? but also such an idiot sometimes?

she was a little excited to see what he’d do next but she wondered if she’d still ever be able to get past the fact that he’d gone back to christine.

although in all fairness, she’d gone back to marc, too. they hadn’t had sex but they weren’t exactly being platonic with each other.

which reminded her, she had to get dressed and head to the club with marc tonight.

while anna was at the club, stephen had just left work and was sat in his car. he took some time to pretty much just sit there, decompressing after a long day of work.

he pulled out his phone and spread his legs, laying back as he scrolled mindlessly. it was becoming more and more of a problem.

he clicked on sam’s story. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it was definitely not a video of anna grinding against marc in a club.

stephen watched the story over and over, as if what was happening on the screen would change the more he watched it.

he clicked through his stories and noticed what club they were in.

stephen closed his phone and laid his head back, letting out a frustrated sigh. for a moment, he had a crazy idea. and it was to walk into that club and beg anna to take him back.

that was crazy, wasn’t it? crashing into the club like that?

stephen found himself thinking about it more and more.

was he really considering this? but then again, was it really that crazy?

it was absolutely crazy for him to invite christine over. why couldn’t he do something crazy if it meant fighting for anna?

besides, he knew he could treat anna better than marc ever could.

stephen knew if this went sideways, he wouldn’t even be able to blame it on alcohol. he was completely sober.

and yet he still found himself pulling up the club on his phone. it was only 20 minutes away and before he even knew it, stephen was driving.

stephen sighed as he parked his car.

he was too old for this. but anna was only 25. and some things would naturally be …different than they would be with older women.

he’d also realized anna was a lot younger and to be mindful of if her or her friends behaved in possibly immature ways. but despite all the potential differences and challenges, stephen just had a gnawing feeling that this was what he wanted.

stephen eventually stepped out and waited in the queue, straightening out his shirt.

he hoped he smelled decent.

stephen showed his ID and headed inside. the club was relatively smaller and so was the dance floor.

but it was extremely crowded. stephen decided to get a drink or two to build courage.

he eventually spotted sam on his second drink. he downed it and headed toward the corner of the dance floor, spotting marc and anna dancing together, marc’s hands clutching her bum.

and the way the sight of that made his heart sink, was all the confirmation he needed.

this was it.

it was now or never.

with a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he walked on to the dance floor and grabbed anna’s wrist, turning her around.

anna was taken aback. her breath hitched as she found himself against a tall, strong man. she was about to protest until the familiar scent hit her nose and she looked up to find a tired stephen gazing down at her.

anna was shocked that he was even here. had he been here this whole time? did sam invite him? what was happening?

stephen leant in and tucked anna’s hair behind her ear, “dance with me?”

anna felt shivers run down her skin. she was almost unable to respond. all she could do was nod.

he gently grabbed on to her waist and swayed with her, smiling as he noticed anna’s face redden.

“w-what are you doing here?” anna finallly managed to ask, gazing up at the man. he was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans but somehow still managed to look insanely hot.

“i-i saw sam’s story and i had to come here,” stephen spoke in a haze, the lights too bright against his eyes. before she could respond, he spoke up again, “a-anna?”

“yes, stephen?”

stephen closed his eyes and rested his forehead against anna’s as they moved slowly, even though the song playing around them was upbeat and loud.

but it was as if they were in their own world, and time moved slowly.

stephen was elated that she was responding.

“please forgive me” he spoke, his voice breaking.

but anna couldn’t hear him.

he leaned closer, and anna shivered in response, catching a whiff of his scent. “please forgive me, anna. i want you. you’re the only one i want.”

anna tilted her head into stephen’s warm breath, feeling her core pulsating at how close they were.

“i can’t stand this anymore” stephen confessed. “i wanna be with you. i don’t wanna play any games anymore. you’re all i want. i’m sorry i made you feel any other way.”

stephen knew this would be a lot more romantic if there wasn’t blaring music around them and he didn’t have to practically shout into her ear. but he truly couldn’t hold it back anymore. he’d go insane without her, thinking about her spending the night in another man’s arms. a man that didn’t even deserve her love.

anna only responded by grabbing on to stephen’s shirt and pulling him flush against her body. “w-what are you staying, stephen?”

just say it, anna thought to herself. please just say it.

“i want you to be mine. i wanna take care of you, show you just how special you are. i want to be there in more than just one way. i want- i need you around.”

“w-what about christine?”

it broke stephen’s heart that he’d planted this seed in her head. “i’m so sorry, anna. i- i don’t want her. she wanted me and that… made me feel validated because i thought i’d lost you. but it only made me realize even more how much i didn’t want anyone else but you. i felt nothing. not even the slightest bit of a spark. all i could think about was how much she wasn’t you.”

anna’s heart was pounding against her chest as she listened intently.

“do you wanna know what made me decide to give her a divorce?” stephen asked.

“what?” anna pulled back and looked up at the man

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you” stephen confessed. “you were all i thought about 24/7 and that was when i realized i didn’t love christine. and that i wanted you, badly. but i got scared, anna. i didn’t wanna move too fast and i’m so sorry.”

“stephen, i-“ anna struggled to find the right words. she’d never imagined they would come to this. where stephen would openly express his feelings for her and tell her he wanted her and no one else.

anna was in a trance. all she could do was soak everything in. she hadn’t expected this night to take such a turn. she realized she should probably respond. she stuck with telling him the truth. “s-stephen, fuck, i want you too. but can you give me some time to think about this?”

“absolutely” stephen nodded. “i just needed to tell you.”

he then let anna go but she grabbed his hands and laced them around her waist before cupping the back his neck and pulling him into a hasty kiss.

“whoa!” marc’s eyes widened as he watched the two kiss.

he looked over at sam who looked so happy, as if it was him being kissed so passionately.

“have they always been… a thing?” marc asked sam.

sam shrugged. “it’s… complicated.”

“well, fuck me!”

sam glanced at marc and eyed him. he knew marc was kidding but if he wasn’t… sam would consider it. but that was for another day.

he looked back at the two lovebirds, watching them still engulfed in a kiss and rolled his eyes. but he was absolutely elated for his best friends.

“take me home, stephen,” anna murmured against the kiss, the man’s eyes widening.

“oh r-right now?” stephen pulled back a little, studying anna’s face.

“p-please? or is it not the right time?”

“anytime you ask is the right time,” stephen responded before pulling anna in for another kiss, his hand snaking into her hair. he bunched it up and tugged at it lightly, his pants tightening as anna moaned into the kiss.

“let’s go,” stephen breathed out as he pulled back. “now.”

anna smiled and looked back at marc and sam. “uh, we’re probably gonna head out.”

sam giggled and rolled his eyes. “surprise surprise.”

“sorry,” anna blushed, glancing between the two.

stephen was not sorry.

“i’m just kidding” sam laughed, waving a dismissive hand at them. “go, shoo.”

anna giggled and turned, leading stephen out of the club.

stephen was going to initially ignore marc but he couldn’t stop himself from nodding his way with a smirk as he followed behind anna.

he hoped marc knew his place by now.

they hurried out and into stephen’s car.

anna wanted to just do it in the car but when stephen mentioned that he’d just had a shift at the hospital, she had a whole another idea in her mind.

she wondered if stephen would be up for roleplay?

stephen pulled anna in for a kiss the moment they stumbled into his house, tossing his keys …somewhere. he wasn’t really looking.

stephen pulled back and lifted anna up bridal style, causing her to squeal as he carried her up the stars.

anna giggled as she looked up at the man and how effortlessly he carried her.

“stephen?”

“yes, princess?”

anna blushed. “can i like, be your.. patient?”

stephen looked down at her as he stepped into his bedroom, shutting the door close with his foot. “what do you mean?”

“like, roleplay?” anna bit down on her lip, she was blushing profusely and it made stephen smile.

“oh.” stephen placed her down gently on the bed. “and what exactly are your symptoms, ma’am?”

anna’s eyes widened. were they already…starting?

stephen turned and began to slowly take off his shirt, smirking over his shoulder as he tugged at his sleeves. “i hope you don’t mind? it’s been really hot in here since you walked in.”

anna blushed, biting her lip as she scanned his bare back. he was so toned and so strong. she couldn’t wait to have this man on top of her.

stephen tossed his shirt aside and grabbed a chair, dragging it over to side of the bed, smiling at anna. “well, then?”

anna scanned stephen’s bare torso before looking up at him, arousal pooling in her stomach.

why did he have to be so fucking hot?

“i’ve just been experiencing so much pain, doc,” anna started, her eyes catching the tent in stephen’s trousers.

“where would you say you’re experiencing this pain?”

anna bit her lip thoughtfully before reaching up with her hand and unzipping her hoodie just slightly, as stephen’s gaze followed. “in my chest, doctor. a little in my stomach.” she ran her fingers down her body and down to her thigh, grazing gently against the skin, smiling as stephen’s gaze followed. “and up my thighs. do you think you can help me, doctor strange?”

stephen looked up to meet anna’s eyes, before his gaze fell back on her chest. “matter of fact, i can. why don’t you start by laying down?”

anna obeyed, lifting her legs up and resting against his bed.

stephen stood up and hovered by the bed, scanning her clothed body.

“let’s start with examining the pain on your thighs, shall we?” stephen smirked as he sat down on the bed beside anna, and lifted her knee up gently before trailing his fingers up her inner thigh and underneath her skirt.

he trailed his fingers up to her underwear, using both his hands to spread her her legs farther apart.

anna whimpered at the first touch to her core.

“mm, so wet already?” stephen tilted his head, studying anna’s reaction as he pulled her panties aside before running his thumb against her clit.

“fuck” anna whimpered out. “right there, doctor.”

he grazed his thumb down to her hole before carefully slipping a finger in, causing a soft moan to fall off anna’s lips. “oh, fuck.”

“does that help, princess?”

“y-yes, doctor.”

“good girl.”

stephen thrusted a few times with just his finger before he pulled out. anna was already breathless at this point.

“let’s get rid of any obstacles in the way.” stephen murmured before starting to take off anna’s skirt and tossing it aside.

he moved to start unzipping anna’s jacket. “now, for the chest pain.”

anna assisted stephen in getting rid of her jacket. he grazed a gentle finger against her tattoo, before letting his fingers graze down between the valley of her breasts, against her tube top. “who gave you that tattoo?”

“a-a friend.”

stephen’s jaw clenched. “what friend?”

“angela,” anna spoke up quickly. “she’s a friend of um, marc’s.”

“ah, marc” stephen spoke up, trailing his fingers down anna’s bare stomach. “he’s lucky it wasn’t him.”

anna just stayed quiet as she bit down on her lip. she loved possessive stephen.

“you know what i think, princess?”

“yes, doctor?”

“i think i need to tie you up for this examination.” anna’s eyes widened. her core twitched at the thought. she would absolutely fucking love to be tied up.

“yes, doctor.”

“is that okay with you?” stephen asked as he looked into anna’s eyes, his expression soft.

“oh yes.” anna breathed out. “more than okay.”

“do you wanna choose a safe word?”

“um… clouds?”

stephen smiled. “clouds, it is.”

stephen leant in to kiss anna on the lips before trailing his kisses down her neck and down her cleavage.

he pulled back and helped anna get rid of her tube top.

he stood up to go to his drawer, pulling out a long silk handkerchief.

“this should do,” stephen mumbled as he stretched it to check its sturdiness. “arms above your head and put ‘em together for me, princess.”

anna obeyed, and stephen tied her wrists together before tying them to his bedpost, once anna expressed that she was okay with the intensity.

stephen watched anna as he walked around the bed, his pants uncomfortably tight. “look at you. all mine for the night.”

anna blushed and nodded. “all yours.”

stephen undid anna’s panties and crawled over her now naked body, running his hand down her waist as he kissed her passionately, using one arm to hoist himself against the bed.

anna hooked her leg slightly up against stephen’s, rubbing it against his.

he cupped at anna’s breast, thumbing at her nipple as he trailed kisses down anna’s neck.

anna tilted her head, whimpering as she felt stephen gently biting and suckling at her skin. “oh, stephen.”

stephen loved the way his name fell off anna’s lips, especially when she was so aroused.

he began to roll his hips against hers, earning an even louder whimper.

he continued pressing kisses down her neck and against her collarbone.

he moved lower, leaving kisses down her breasts.

“fuck- stephen” anna whined in arousal, her back arching as he gently lapped at her nipples before biting down slightly.

stephen squeezed at anna’s waist as he moved on to her other breast, giving it just as much attention as anna began to moan and slightly shiver under stephen, feeling wetness trickle down between her legs.

only stephen could have this affect on her.

“i love it when you do that” anna breathed out as stephen almost expertly sucked on her breast, teething slightly.

stephen hummed in response and moved down her stomach, leaving little marks on her skin. “does that help the pain, princess?”

“yes, doctor” anna moaned softly, gazing down as she watched stephen.

her breath hitched as he trailed down to her core, his warm breath sending shivers up her spine.

he tilted his head, pressing soft kisses against the inside of her thigh, trailing it down and back up, before licking at her clit lightly. he locked eyes with anna as he licked up the mess dripping down her opening.

“oh fuck, stephen.” anna oved how nasty he was.

stephen pulled back and started to get off the bed. “wait here. i think have the perfect cure.”

anna noticed the tiny wet spot by his crotch, holding back a smirk. that right there would have been the perfect cure.

she waited patiently as stephen left, shivering slightly.

he came back in with a small tray with a single piece of ice cube on it. he placed it on the bedside table and got rid of his pants, anna watching his every move. her heart beat picked up as his cock sprung free. she could practically drool at the sight of him already leaking.

he crawled back on top of her, grabbing the ice in between his teeth.

anna’s eyes widened as he strategically grazed the ice against her neck. he looked up, watching anna for her reaction as he slowly went lower and reached her breasts.

something about stephen looking up through his lashes at her, ice in his mouth grazing her skin and the single strand of his hair falling against his eyes, it was one of the hottest things on the planet. she could tell he took pride in the reactions he got out of anna.

he circled the ice around her breasts before rubbing it against her already erect nipples.

anna let out a string of moans, her toes curling and back arching slightly.

he trailed it down her stomach, leaving a trail of moisture.

he eventually reached her core, dragging the ice against it as anna moaned loudly, her back arching off her bed. “fuck, doctor.”

he eventually tossed the ice aside before lapping at her folds, earning a gasp from anna.

“mm so perfect, princess” stephen murmured as he pulled back and ran his fingers against her core, slipping one in and starting to thrust it slowly, running his other hand up her body to cup at her breast, squeezing gently.

he added another finger, anna’s whimpers turning into moans as he kept going, and adding a third finger.

“f-fuck. stephen. need you. please.” anna begged, throwing her head back.

stephen pulled his fingers out and licked her wetness off before placing a kiss below her navel. “anything for you, princess.”

he straightened up and grabbed his erect penis in his hand, rubbing his pre cum against his length, anna watching intently.

“did i do that for you, doc?” anna asked, her voice sultry and eyes heavy.

“always, baby” stephen mumbled as he crawled above her, rubbing his cock slightly against her opening. “you get me so hard for you. i could fuck you all day. and it wouldn’t be enough.”

anna almost went to wrap her arms around stephen but ended up tugging at the cloth holding her wrists back, that reminded her she was still tied up.

stephen leant in and kissed anna roughly, biting gently on her lip as he began to guide his penis in with his hand, slipping in slowly.

anna let out a soft moan, “oh, doctor.”

stephen kept pushing in and anna let out a broken whimper, “w-wait.”

stephen stopped, and pulled back to look at her. “are you okay, baby?”

anna gazed up at stephen, blushing at the pet name. “yes. just. just stay there?”

stephen nodded. he leant in carefully and pressed kisses against anna’s face, smiling as she giggled softly.

he was so glad he could finally be more intimate with her instead of having to avoid her eyes everytime they had sex. “you’re breathtakingly beautiful, anna.”

anna blushed, blinking up at the man. “you make me glow.”

when anna was ready, stephen slipped in and bottomed out completely, pausing once again before beginning to slowly thrust into her.

“oh, yes” anna moaned as she threw her head back.

and stephen couldn’t resist, he leant in, leaving hasty kisses against her neck.

he sped up his thrusts, grunting softly against her skin as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“such a good girl” stephen grunted as he shifted slightly and went back to pounding harder into anna, her body being pushed against the mattress as she moaned loudly. “so good for me. you take me so well, princess. look at you.”

“fuck, daddy” anna’s back was completely arched off the bed, her skin flush against stephen’s.

she shivered as she felt stephen holding her waist tightly, fingers digging in.

“s-so good daddy. so big” anna mumbled incoherently between her moans.

stephen quickened his pace and tilted his hips a little so he would go deeper, anna’s moans getting progressively louder and more frequent.

he brought a hand over to flick at her clit, anna’s legs starting to shake.

“f-fuck. daddy. everytime.”

stephen figured she meant he made her come everytime and just chuckled in response.

“look at you, princess. it’s like you were made to take my cock.” stephen let out a soft grunt as he kept going, panting softly and feeling himself near his orgasm as well. “i love it when you’re falling apart on my dick.”

anna didn’t know how someone could feel so good. it was as if stephen had a phd in fucking your brains out. every thrust seemed to hit the spot. she didn’t even care if she looked pathetic completely falling apart beneath him. every inch of her body was filled to the brim with immense pleasure. she wondered if this man was some sort of a sex god.

“oh my god” anna let out a broken moan, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as she felt stephen thrust so deep inside of her.

“that’s right baby” stephen panted, sweat trickling down his face. “come for me, princess. show me how much of a good girl you are. daddy’s little slut. you make daddy feel so good.”

anna screamed out stephen’s name as she came. his dirty talk always sent her over the edge.

her body practically convulsed as stephen kept going, moaning as he finally came inside of her, panting loudly.

stephen almost fell forward, feeling anna’s legs shake underneath him.

“god, i can’t believe you’re mine” stephen panted against anna’s neck, turning his face to place a gentle kiss on one of the many hickies he’d given her.

…

a/n: yay!! no more bullshit pining and arguments. he finally did it! please let me know what you thought! and let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from my tag list. see you all next week as we begin a whole new chapter of the story! (no pun intended, i swear).

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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Hiiii yaahh!!!

May I request an HC for the demon bros with a MC coming home broken hearted. I would like this to be platonic and as much as possible if the bois don't overreact to the point that they hunt down the person who did that to MC.

Thank youuu<3

the brothers' comforting a heartbroken mc

includes: the brothers & gn!reader

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: cursing, mentions of tears, implied breakup/rejection/heartbreak

a/n: hello! i hope you enjoy!! this req was sweet & sad to write and i think they'd all be really good at comforting mc. my reqs are open, so feel free to drop in my inbox for that, to leave feedback, or just to talk with me :3

please please please reblog

➳ lucifer looks up from his work when he hears the door to his study open. “oh, mc,” he says, “how’d it g-” the words die on his lips when he sees the crestfallen look on your face, the way you’re biting your lip. something bad has happened, and it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, especially since you had told him you were going to be with the person you liked. “i’m sorry,” he says after a moment, sincere. he knows you had liked them a lot. “do you wish to talk about it? if not, that’s totally fine too.”

➳ mammon swoops you into a big hug when he sees your glassy eyes. “’m sorry,” he says, doing his best to infuse you with warmth. “heartbreak is never easy, and believe me, i know.” he can’t count the times he’s come home and wished someone was there to console him, which is why he hadn’t hesitated when seeing you. “yer amazin’ and anyone who can’t see that is a royal idiot.” you wrap your arms around him and hold mammon there, and he’s more than happy to stay for as long as you need.

➳ levi had had high hopes for you, thinking about how similar the love story could be to one of his mangas or games, but when you come home sad, instead of elated, he knows it hadn’t gone well. “hey,” he says, a little unsurely. he’s not really used to comforting people. “want to go to my room and watch a horror movie or something? i have lots of snacks to share. i’ll even let you pick the game we play afterward,” he tacks on hopefully. you take his outstretched hand, gratitude clear on your face, and levi resolves to do the best he can to make you feel better.

➳ satan brings out his special tea blend, sitting you down on one of the plush couches in his room. he has to clear away a few books to do so, but he had you comfortable within a few minutes. “do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks gently. it was times like this he really wished he had a cat! they were great comfort animals! “i’m always willing to lend a listening ear, you know that. but if you’d rather not, i can read you some of this book i’m reading. it’s about a scorned lover who gets revenge.” he pauses. “maybe i’ll choose a different book, actually.”

➳ asmo can’t believe someone would ever dare to break your heart! you’re the most awesome person he knows, besides himself, that is. “you were too good for them anyway,” he says, settling you into his styling chair. this calls for some facemasks and ice cream, and he has both of those, thanks to the minifridge he’d recently bought. “seriously,” he insists with a scowl. “the nerve of people these days! you’re a total catch.” you don’t seem all that consoled by his words, but he knows things like this just take time to recover from.

➳ beel usually isn’t angry, but right now he is. how could someone put this expression on your face? what could they have done to make you feel like this? “oh, mc,” he says, catching you by the elbow. you press your lips together to stop the tears and beel’s heart wrenches. “c’mon,” he says, carefully leading you to the kitchen. “i’m pretty sure we have some cookie dough left, and that always helps when i’m feeling low.” his mind is already set to thinking about other comfort foods he can make to help cheer you up.

➳ belphie widens his eyes upon seeing you, quickly jumping up. “mc, are you okay?” he asks. you had been in such good spirits earlier, setting off on a date with- oh, that asshole. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to his bed. “what’s wrong? did they do something to you?” you shake your head quickly, and some of his panic eases, but he’s still really concerned. you usually bounce back quickly, so you must be really upset. he’s never been the best at making people feel better but he’s going to try his hardest for you.

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jgjmk4-2 · 1 year

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Hello, thank you for tackling the other HC I asked about. I really like the way your write! 💞

So how about a HC of Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Masamune, Shingen and Sasuke reacting to the MC who's hands shake so badly they can barely write or eat with chopsticks?

It's a very specific idea but I just need some fluff in my life. 🥹

Aw, thank you! Here is your fluff! 🥺 Thanks for being so patient for my reply @lovxhumans!😊

Nobunaga:

Tries to understand it. Cant understand it. It frustrates him to hell and back.

What's wrong with you? Why are you trembling like a scared lamb? The worst feeling is knowing he is the most powerful man in Japan and yet he can't do anything to cure you. He's brought all the doctors from all over the world, fed you all the medicine that might work and yet he still sees those beautiful hands tremble

Will kill anyone who dares to laugh at you, especially anyone who so snickers when you're trying to eat or read your shaky handwriting

Everytime he sees you start shaking he gently tells you to stop, he holds your small hands in his warm ones until it stops, telling you you're perfect the way you are when you try to apologise for being troublesome.

Mitsuhide:

At first he found it funny; why is my little mouse shaking like a little mouse?

When he realises you can't control it, the laughing stops. He observes you carefully, watching out for what your triggers are and what makes your shaking calm down or go away.

Once he's got a pretty good idea of that, it's a simple matter of eliminating your triggers. Does it happen when you're cold? Tight hugs to keep you warm. Does it happen when you're nervous and people are watching? No crowds for you.

When you're shaking horribly at a banquet, he will immediately take you away to another room. You wait together until the shaking stops and only go back in once he's very sure that you're okay with going back in.

Masamune

Challenges anyone to a duel if anyone dares to laugh at your struggles.

Jumps at any opportunity to distract you from your shaking hands. Will act so silly people are staring at him, not you.

Treats your hands shaking like it's a normal thing that everyone has so that you know you're not the werido or a freak those judgemental idiots shout. Your hands shaking is as casual and normal as simply forgetting to wear a thick haori in winter to him.

In front of you, he acts very casual about your hands shaking, "Oh, you're shaking again? C'mere, let me fix that for you!" And it's because it's a part of you he's accepted fully - to him, there is nothing wrong with your hands shaking as long as you're not sick.

Shingen:

When he first sees you shaking, he has a massive frown on his face. He was so worried that you were sick or something. He was so worried maybe you were hiding a big secret about your health from him like he did last time.

One afternoon after you finish having tea with Sasuke, Shingen, drops by and says 'we need to talk tonight'. He didn't mean to make you so nervous, he was just so busy but didn't want you to fall asleep first before he could talk to you tonight. God your hands were shaking.

It was quite a sight when he returned to your shared room and saw your whole body shaking. He actually panicked real bad because he thought something was terribly wrong. When he finds out it's nothing life threatening, he relaxes. After learning about your hands shaking from anxiety he is now always on the look out for your shaking hands. He'll hold them gently in his to give you comfort in crowds where people might judge.

When people ask about it, he always says that his angel is trying to shake him off and return to heaven so he's got to quickly catch your hands so you don't fly away!

Sasuke:

Is she too cold? Is this early signs of Parkinson's? So you have some sort of neurological disorder? Severe anxiety? Sasuke is relieved he known a bit of modern medicine to at least identify some of the causes which might lead to your hand shaking

But he curses himself for not knowing anything more than that. Even in the present there was no cure a disease like Parkinson's. Stressed and upset that you have to deal with a closed minded society that does not understand, Sasuke is forced to go back into the present to find some help for you. He calculates day and night for the next hazy storm that will bring both of you back and promises that he will do the best he can to come back to the Sengoku period once you're cured or have some sort of remedy. (Meanwhile Kenshin is an angry boy that his ninja is leaving).

You find a remedy in the present - some medicine that will ease the shaking and the two of you return to the Sengoku period. But that only lasts for so long, especially when you have to take a pill a day and without modern technology Sasuke cannot make anymore.

Sasuke puts his head down and he's back to calculating day and night. This time, he brings you to the future where he hopes there's a cure. If there is none, then he'll just have to go further into the future. The two of you will become a time travelling duo because there's nothing Sasuke won't do to make sure you don't have to suffer anymore.

...

On a side note, I recently downloaded ikesen again. I tried to do a data transfer but I guess I took too long to do it because my data couldn't be found (I uninstalled the game 1-2 years ago I think?) 😭 I didn't want to start again so I uninstalled again rip lol

But there are so new characters that I don't even know now and the new act 2 and prologue makes my head spin 😵 Kichou was kinda cute though😩 but with all the new stuff I don't think I can keep up 😢

#ikesen #headcannons #ikemen sengoku #Nobunaga Oda #Shingen Takeda #Mitsuhide Akechi #Masamune Date #Sasuke Sarutobi #ikesen headcanons #head canon #anime #otome #jgjmk4-2

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 2 years

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Yoshi “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hyunsuk // Jihoon // Yoshi // Junkyu // Mashiho // Jaehyuk // Asahi // Yedam // Doyoung // Haruto // Jeongwoo // Junghwan //

- I want to be best friends with this man

- so bad

- i can’t even explain i just think we’d really really get along well

- he is just so fun!!!

- Now for Yoshi’s type

- Yoshi would like someone creative

- maybe a little shy

- but not scared to speak up when they feel the need

- someone who dresses cozy

- and has a very warm energy

- he finds the approachability very attractive

- someone he immediately gets the feeling he can be comfortable with

- someone who feels creative

- now for a first date

- i think he would want to do something interactive

- creative

- maybe a pottery class

- (also an excuse to have another date to paint the pottery later on)

- I think he would really enjoy it

- the making something together

- he also gets to see how your creativity works

- and gets fun ideas about projects you can do together

- he cracks alot of jokes

- and you guys talk alot while creating your masterpieces

- really getting to know eachother while crafting

- he isn’t touchy (the clay prevents that too)

- but he catches himself looking at you as your working

- a little fascinated with you

- that cat like grin on his face

- it’s very comfortable

- like you were just hanging out with a friend

- which is incredibly nice

- not too mention the times you catch him looking at you

- making him blush a little bit

- your own cheeks heating up too

- maybe after you guys would go get a coffee (or tea, or whatever)

- talk a little more before going home

- I don’t think he’d actively try to kiss you

- maybe if the moment is truly right

- but i think he would save it for maybe a second date

- might kiss your cheek the first day

- which oddly enough flusters you more

- but for the second date

- the kiss?

- it’s so gentle

- Yoshi’s lips are incredibly soft and gentle against yours

- hand holding your cheek

- while the other goes to hold your hand

- this is how kisses normally are with him

- he’s just so sweet and gentle

- however he also just has moments where he tackles you

- and peppers your face in kisses

- everyone in Treasure is cuddly

- Yoshi is no exception

- he’s incredibly touchy once you’re in an established relationship

- laying on you

- kissing your cheeks

- having you lay on him

- always a hand holding yours

- YOSHI LOVES HAND HOLDING

- idk why i just think he does

- He isn’t reliant on physical affection though

- so if you aren’t into it that much

- it’s okay

- He’s very fond of just laying his head on you

- when you guys watch movies and stuff

- loves to kiss the crown of your head

- and likes it when you kiss his forehead too

- Arguments with Yoshi

- they are scarce

- don’t happen often

- when he gets frustrated

- he scrunches his nose to try and hold it back

- which is secretly cute and you have to hold back smiling when he does it

- he jokingly yells at the members during arguments

- but he would never raise his voice at you

- doesn’t want to take a breather inbetween

- wants to discuss everything through and through right away

- wants to have a full fledged conversation with you

- understand why you both are feeling the way you are

- it’s very important to him that you make amends right away

- he likes making sure everything is okay before even trying to leave the room

- Yoshi apologises through touches and words

- hugging you

- whispering ‘i’m sorry’s’

- he also likes gift giving as apologies

- nothing big or anything

- something small

- your favorite snack

- something along those lines

- just something small as a token he’s thinking about you

- When Yoshi is upset

- he gets emotional

- likes to transfer this into creative outlets

- like drawing

- or producing

- it’s not necessarily wanting you to hold him or comfort him

- but maybe just sit in the room with him

- work on your own thing while he works with you

- he’ll slowly start talking to you

- involving you in what he’s doing

- and why he’s doing it

- letting you know what’s upset him

- just wants you to listen

- and provide headpats when he needs them

- whenever you’re upset

- Yoshi does anything and everything to keep your mind off of it

- He doesn’t need to know what’s exactly wrong

- but he needs to know what he can do to help

- looks at you with that pout of his

- as you talk to him about it

- he does this thing and it makes you smile

- stroking your cheeks while talk

- it’s calming

- and it makes you smile when you’re having a hard time

- not to mention his cute face constantly nuzzling against yours

- Like I mentioned before

- Yoshi is such a creative guy

- I think he would love to just have painting days

- taking huge canvases and just having fun

- painting whatever

- or just doodling together when bored

- building lego too

- you’re most definitely a muse of his

- You guys go to art museums and exhibits too

- taking a bunch of aesthetic pictures

- It’s fun to see him in these settings because art really inspires him

- it’s fun to see

- Another thing you both love to do

- is shopping

- i don’t think this comes as a surprise

- Yoshi is very in love with fashion

- I think he would love to style you

- or have you style him

- loves going to vintage, second hand and thrift stores

- loves finding unique pieces for you both to share

- and the overall vibes of those stores

- feels all lovey dovey with you places like these

- hugging you from behind when your browsing through racks of clothes

- your biggest supporter of fashion

- Bedtime with Yoshi

- a little clingy in bed

- not scared to be little spoon

- loves it actually

- the feeling of you hugging him from behind

- your face pressing into his back

- loves snuggling under a bunch of blankets with you

- and a lot of pillows

- very comfortable

- also just likes sleeping facing eachother

- hugging

- holding hands

- Like I said quite clingy when it comes to night time cuddling

- Yoshi and jealousy

- He gets jealous

- he doesn’t like seeing you with other guys

- but you don’t need to know that

- he’ll keep it to himself

- because he knows it’s his mind making him think that

- not that you would actually do anything

- so he’ll pout and scrunch his nose from a distance

- but won’t do much towards you

- he won’t let you know

- he’ll deal with it on his own

- because he never doubts you

- only himself and the other guy

- alright!!!

- kids look away

- biiiiigggg switch

- Yoshi loves kissing you

- kissing you everywhere

- down your body

- Love LOVe LOVES giving oral

- could go down on you for days

- is absolutely obsessed with the way you taste

- not to mention your face when you’re cumming on his tongue

- it drives him nuts

- he’s just obsessed with making you cum multiple times

- Yoshi also loves fucking you in his clothes

- sweater of his???

- yes

- maybe even thigh highs underneath

- god he can’t help himself

- i think he would like fucking your thighs

- and is absolutely obsessed with watching you

- put on a little show for him

- touching yourself while he watches

- points if you’re wearing the above mentioned outfit

- Yoshi isn’t scared to get vocal either

- speaks to you

- dirty talk

- making you look at him as he fucking you

- or going out of his way to place his lips by your ear

- making sure you can hear him

- one of the reasons he likes spooning so much

- so he can talk to you

- he also isn’t scared to get a little risky

- having sex while other members are home

- he likes the thought of being caught

- but not actually being caught

- also very into lazy sex

- like midnight cuddling

- turned makeout

- turned fucking

- Aftercare

- alot and alot of cuddling

- he’ll bury his face into your neck

- would like for you to pet his head

- and he would like to just pet your face and hair

- look at you as you guys talk

- might even get a little inspired and whip out a notebook

- while still cuddling

- you’ll catch him playing with your hands

- still just listening to chat about everything and nothing at the same time

- makes sure you both are really comfy before trying to go to sleep

- the pillows are extra fluffy

- the blankets extra soft

- and the lights in his room are dimmed enough

- it’s just very soft afterwards

- very dependant on physical touch afterwards

- like I believe all the members are

- is touching you at all times after sex

- all in all

- a relationship with Yoshi reminds me of fall

- it’s warm

- and cozy

- it’s comfortable

- you are never scared to express yourself to eachother

- it’s a relationship that feels like your favorite sweater

A/N: Writing for Yoshi is so comfortable, I enjoy it so much. Let me know what you guys think!!!

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