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zegumi · 4 years ago

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Ushijima Wakatoshi SFW alphabet

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he's quite hesitant on showing affection, wondering if you're comfortable with him being that close to you. he starts off easy: holding hands, letting you rest on him... etc.

once he feels more comfortable with you, he starts placing his head in your lap and giving you little kisses here and there

his favourite forms of affection are: forehead/cheek kisses, back hugs, holding pinkies, and resting his head on your shoulder

when you’re not around he shows affection by talking to you to his closer teammates but subtly, he brings up your name once in a while and a teammate will tease "ooo somebody's in looove" and he starts blushing profusely, asking if they can go back to practice, but the thought of you never leaves

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

being best friends with ushijima seems very rare, he's pretty selective with letting people close enough to earn that title

with you it was unexpected, you weren't afraid or cautious of his stoic upfront. you sat next to him in class and tried to make conversation with him, making sure to include him in conversations and asking how he's doing once in a while. he lets his guard down a little and you guys get even closer, he even invites you over to help with some schoolwork and suddenly you guys are spending more time together outside of school

he's kind of hesitant to call you a best friend, but when he sees that you’re okay calling him yours, he adopts the same title

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

yes yes yes and yes

he is always behind you, resting your head on top of his. if not he'll be facing upwards, lying on his back, your head will be resting on his shoulder and he'll have his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's definitely 99% always the big spoon

but on the rare occasion he wants to be the little spoon, he has both his arms wrapped around your waist, with his head on your chest, your hand running through his hair while your legs are intertwined absolute bliss

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hell yeah

he's a sucker for the domestic life, waking up with you in your sub-urban house, a train ride away from the city. making cakes with you in your green painted kitchen which took you way longer than it needed to bc you kept messing around

he can cook, oh my, he buys some cookbooks and you guys spend some time with each other

I feel like he wants kids, some mini him and you running around, if not he'll adopt some

him teaching his kids to play volleyball in the backyard, him brushing their teeth and reading them bedtime stories and them giving them a little kiss goodnight cuteness overload

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

definitely depends on the reason why you're breaking up, but in this scenario, let's say he hasn't been home enough and you guys feel like you're not with each other enough pain

he really dreads having to break up with you, but he knows you deserve more than someone who is barely home. he's not harsh about it, he sits you down at a time when you guys are both free and explains why, "maybe the time isn't right, right now"

even though he broke it off, he still thinks about it quite a lot, he really hopes that you guys will find your way back to each other one day even if he knows that it won't be possible bc right now you're happier with someone else :( i love angst

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

his volleyball career kinda gets in the way of him wanting to commit to you, but he wants to show you that you mean the world to him, so i think he proposes in his mid-late twenties

his proposal isn't really that over the top, but he takes you out first for a fancy dinner with the excuse 'can't i treat you once in a while'. it's quite dark outside and you guys are looking over the city, you turn around to ask him something and you see him down one knee lovely

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he is very gentle... probably bc of his strict upbringing, but he makes sure not to hurt you in any way

he becomes so much more gentle with his words, careful of saying the wrong words because he can't stand the thought of losing you

physically, he tries to make sure not to accidentally knock into you bc this man is so big and if you get ill ushijima is doing anything in his power to get you better, he tries not to get sick in the process, but having you care for him doesn't seem like the worst idea

emotionally, he tries to support you, but he's not the greatest at dealing with emotions, but when supporting you he tries comforting you rather than trying to solve your problems

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

at the beginning of the relationship, i think his hugs are kind of stiff-ish, but once you guys get more comfortable he goes all in

he's such a good hugger. he doesn't do half-hugs, it's all of it or nothing, he engulfs you with his strong arms a little bit too tight but who needs air

if he feels extra clingy back hugs. he loves the feeling of having your figure pressing against his, sometimes his hands grip onto your waist and he'll sway you back and forth while humming to his favourite song

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

as I've mentioned before, you're the first one to say ily in the relationship, but he says it back straight after

i like to think this happens about 5/6 months into the relationship, just when you guys start getting really comfortable around each other

as for using the L-word, he doesn't really say it that often, he believes when something is overused it isn't as special. he only uses it when it needs to be said

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he doesn't really get jealous easily bc he's kind of oblivious or chooses not to pay attention to it

but when he catches on to whatever's going on, his eyebrows furrow and he'll just give the stare, he'll come near you and put an arm around your waist and slyly try to join the conversation

he knows what he's doing and so does everyone else

the person you're talking to gets a bit intimidated and tries to end the conversation as quickly as possible

you'll try to tease him for his jealously and he'd just change the subject and starts blushing a little, if you try to bring it up later he'd be like 'huh what was that sorry i don't remember'

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I'm not good with this type of stuff ahh

he's actually pretty good at kissing. he likes soft kisses and little pecks on the shoulder and forehead.

when he's rough or needy, he gets really handsy like hands cupping your cheeks, in your hair, hands pulling your waist in - just very intimate

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings bc who likes being productive all the time

he likes sleeping in on days he has nothing to do, so he’ll be behind you hugging your waist and his head resting on your back, you try to stand up so you can get breakfast done but he pulls you back and says 'come on, just a little more', you know that means another hour but you still get sucked back into his warm embrace

you end up falling asleep and wake up with noises coming from the kitchen. you walk in on him wearing just an apron and his pajama pants, dancing to the radio while making pancakes for breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

again lazy evening edition bc why not

he comes home early that day, brings home your favourite snacks and asks if you want to watch a movie with him

he grabs a few blankets from your room and you guys decide to watch 13 going on 30 one of my comfort movies

halfway through the movie, he places his head on your laps asking for you to play with his hair, he lies down and you throw some popcorn and skittles in his mouth every few minutes, you tried pouring water but he started choking and spat water all over your shirt

it gets pretty late and cold so he changes you into his hoodie and carries you over to the bedroom. you guys fall asleep to the hums of the city below

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he's a very reserved person, and i think it's just the way he was raised, talking about feelings wasn't normal in his home growing up

i think with you it takes him some time to open up, he reveals a few things about him and his childhood here and there but nothing major

he doesn't talk about how he feels enough, so it kinda relies on you being able to notice a change in his behaviour which might I say seems extremely hard

i think if you start being more open to him, then he follows on

he gets more comfortable with his emotions around you first and then starts being more open to his team - just give him some time he gets there

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

oh he's so patient, so patient

it takes a LOT to anger him, i don't think you ever have or ever will see this man angry, tbh i don't think you would want to

if you ever lash out at him, he'd sit down and understand where you're coming from, he'd try to calm you down and give you a second to let it all out

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, literally everything

you mentioned that you liked mangos yesterday, and boom you've got a lifetime supply in your kitchen /s

he keeps a little note in his notes app just making sure he doesn't forget anything, he has your favourite orders, skin/hair care products you use, and little stuff like your favourite show in there

he does this bc he loves how your eyes beam after realising he remembers the little details

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

this one hc is why this took so long, so I decided not to do bc my brain isn’t responding

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

ushijima isn't the overprotective type although he is protective

he doesn't care what you wear or how you present yourself, as long as you’re comfortable, you will have his full support

if he sees someone making you uncomfortable, he is always quick to jump in and say "you're making them uncomfortable can you please excuse yourself". if he sees a situation is making you feel uneasy he will take you and leave, to calm you down or to clear your mind, which ever one is the best choice in that moment

he doesn't feel the need to be protected, he believes that hes strong enough for the both of you sometimes he needs a little help so pls do step in

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

such a big try hard, he puts so much effort into dates, anniversaries, and even mundane everyday activities.

even far into your relationship he still pulls up at your door with a suit and a flower bouquet which he seems to never forget

he always wants everything to be perfect so you'll never forget

he enjoys surprising you with little gifts to remind you that he still cares. he seems like the type to buy you a promise ring, and oh my is it beautiful

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this is hard bc in my eyes this man can't do any wrong, but its probably how he can't express his emotions very well

everyone gets in a bad mood once in a while, but for ushijima its different, the stress of volleyball gets to him and he just ends up shutting everyone out, including you. he was never taught how to properly talk abt how he feels so he just holds it in with never intending to let it out

if you try to ask him whats wrong then he just grunts and shrugs it off

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he isn’t insecure for how he looks physically, he works out and maintains a healthy lifestyle, and he was blessed with that beautiful face of his *chefs' kiss

he's always hygienic (bare minimum), he cuts his hair regularly, keeps his hands nice and clean, with his nails well-trimmed

he likes to keep his appearance up and always looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine but so effortlessly

bonus: he smells so good, he wears expensive cologne and zooweemama its so tasty, you'll hug him and never want to let go just because

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he wouldn't necessarily feel incomplete with out you, he'd feel a bit empty

he forgets how much he misses you when he goes abroad for matches and he can't see you for a week straight. he makes sure to send videos and voice notes rather than texts so you can send some back. he video calls everyday, no matter the time difference just so he can see you in real time

if you guys take a break in the relationship, he finds his self drifting back into his stoic shell. he tries his best not to bc he knows how much he loves the person you've helped him become

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't know how to flirt hehe

he tries to use a smooth pick up line once in a while but they all end up with him in a flustered mess before he can even finish a sentence, i think we should leave the flirting to you

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

liars/dishonest people

he can't stand it when somebody lies to him, its agitating when someone he cares for feels the need to lie to him, it makes him feel like they don't trust him enough

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he's a quite a light sleeper and wakes up pretty easily. he also looks dead when he sleeps, for example most days he sleeps pretty early bc he's worn out and you come into the bedroom and see him lying down on his back, his chest isn't even moving like it should be, but you'll get into bed with him and his first instinct is to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss

i think he sleep talks, omg just imagine ushijima whispering about the weirdest things in his dreams. you recorded him once and showed him when he woke up and he got a bit embarrassed and started laughing

here's the hcs for mornings with ushi

this took me so long omg >o< I really hope I portrayed his character well bc he’s such a lovely person

make sure to take care of yourselves :)

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unhinged-summer-fun · 4 years ago

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Flunktober Day 8: Cooking Lessons, exotic illness, pegging

Din Djarin x F!Reader (22+ only)

Summary: Din’s most recent foray into cooking puts him in dire straits. You didn’t peg him for the kind to go along with your solution.

Warnings/Notes: Dubcon by way of sex pollen, established relationship, possibly undernegotiated/hastily-negotiated kink/sex act, Din “THIS EDIBLE AIN’T SHIT” Djarin

Word Count: 4491 (you see why this challenge is kicking my ass)

full flunktober list here.

It should have been a huge cliche.

Din had never met anyone like you when you were first introduced. You were a finder, so Boba called you. You found things that shouldn’t have been able to be found. As a bounty hunter, Din could appreciate that. So when Boba had introduced the two of you, indicating his need for a new ship with specific details, you just said okay and started taking notes.

It was new, being listened to like that. Sometimes he thought that people would listen to him even more because he was so normally silent, but in the rough terrain of the stars where he earned his keep, most took it as an invitation to talk for him. No, you took his word as gospel, down to the fine modifications for things that he could have just purchased elsewhere, that he had retrofitted to the Razor Crest (rest her weary bones) to suit his own needs. But you never once interjected with doubt or limitations to your own abilities. You’d given him your comm code and told him to contact you if he remembers anything else.

You found him a ship in less than a week.

It had been built as a limited-edition luxury craft sometime in the beginning of the Empire, its bones having been manufactured during the Clone Wars and its glamor having been slapped on after the fact. Over its six owners, who had miraculously kept a meticulous log of all modifications, changes, repairs, damage, and upgrades, it was now on its way to Tatooine.

When he’d heard “luxury craft” he must have sent some kind of unconscious hesitation across the comm, because you immediately followed it up with the weapons, tracking, hyperdrive, and defense systems that had been installed.

It was very shiny and very new, and Din loved every inch of it at first sight. That was also new, even the Crest had taken some getting used to. But you’d flown the thing from the Mid-Rim out to Tatooine, picking up and affixing other specifications like his armory and the carbonite freezing chamber while in transit. Your weld work was impeccable, and when he paid you for it, your fingers had brushed, and you… you hesitated.

Normally, finishing a job was finishing a job, you both knew that, and you took your commission and interest gleefully. But for the first time, after seeking out this fussy Mandalorian’s whims and fancies, you didn’t want to close this door. You had grown pretty attached to the ship while outfitting it, dolling it up for your client. You’d gotten something of an idea of who he was, from what he wanted.

Weapons, armory, defense system, carbonite chamber. He’s a warrior.

An “actual” bed, and a small cubbyhole close by. He probably was used to comfort at the palace, and had been missing out in his previous ship.

The cubbyhole had confused you, until… some very specific requests about a threaded-shaft shift lever, half-inch hole. He’s sentimental, and tries to hide it. A collector?

A shower, but also a tiny washtub. He’s a father.

For whatever reason, you’d fallen for the man who would claim this ship, despite only ever meeting him once. Of all the things you could find in this galaxy, love had never seemed to be one of them.

Until now.

So really, it should have felt like a huge cliche.

It was tenuous, terrifying, those first steps. You asked if you could show him around the ship. He’d agreed, despite knowing the blueprints you sent him like the back of his gloves.

You spoke softly as you moved through the passageways of his new home. It felt reverent, the place felt more complete with him there. You asked him about his armor, about the decorative piece in the center of his chest.

Kar’ta beskar, he’d said. Iron heart. Whether it was more meaningful or not, you didn’t know, but you someone pictured that old adage of wearing one’s heart on their sleeve as instead on their chest.

He’d told you his name was Din.

You told him you wanted to see him fly.

It was all new ground from there.

New foods, new places, new emotions, you shared the lot between you, each new experience either half-dreamed or half-lived before then. You stayed with him in his “actual bed” and he told you things he’d never said before. He talked about his son, you talked about your past. He’d deprived himself of so much in his life and you were just over the moon to find and give it to him.

When you came upon the first anniversary of the day you’d run off with him to the stars, he wanted to do something special. He found, after a steady stream of encouragement and the Kyrshy in the Kitchen holoprogram, he was a dab hand at cooking, and was trying new foods and meals and recipes all the time.

Kyrshy Ralorian was a sacred name in your kitchen, so when he was striking out looking for a new dessert to make for your anniversary, he thought it was some kind of divine intervention that led him here.

“I’ve got a discount with my friends at Galactix Produce, available on 350 planets in the Inner and Mid-Rim, for an exciting night for all my favorite lovebirds out there celebrating the season of love.” Of course! Your anniversary was on a very popular romantic holiday! This was perfect, Din thought, kismet. “When you order their crate of my hand-picked favorites for this holiday, the tart recipe from my upcoming cookbook will absolutely make your night one to remember for a long time.”

Din had hit order within seconds, not seeing the massive wink Kyrshy had thrown the screen.

Keeping it secret from you was difficult. He knew you were wary about surprises, but you worked well under pressure and adapted to many things rather quickly. So he let you in on his plan a little, and told you to pick up food from somewhere new on a new planet you stopped at, so you could celebrate together.

You knew at least that he had something planned, so you tried to keep the flavors of your dinner more subdued, to let his dessert take center stage. You dutifully did not look at the crate with Kyrshy Ralorian’s face on it, nor the army of baking supplies he’d bought for the occasion as well. Din had been on a bit of a baking kick since you’d installed the new oven in the kitchen. You didn’t mind one bit.

You just hoped he’d be up for something new in the bedroom afterward. There weren’t too many places on the ship to hide things from him, and you weren’t trying to spring it on him out of nowhere, but you didn’t know how to ask for this sort of thing.

Love and affection were new, but with Din, it was easy.

Asking Din to let you peg him until he cried took a bit more confidence than you were used to wielding.

You managed to work up a pretty good speech in favor of it by the time you returned to the ship. Din was humming, he was so pleased, and the whole living quarters smelled fantastic. Whatever was in that crate must have been expensive and special. You couldn’t exactly place where you’d smelled something similar, but didn’t think too deeply on it as you called his name, bag in hand. You’d slyly set down the other package behind a low cabinet nearby.

“I’m back—oh!” Din swung you around in a great big hug, hands everywhere at once. He’d taken to removing his armor when it was just the two of you on the ship, and all ground security protocol had been engaged. Feeling the warm thump of a heart made of muscle instead of beskar was new, but you loved it. He kept his vambrace on, for ease of configuration throughout the ship.

“You’re back,” he sighed, almost dreamily. He pressed his nose to the top of your head and breathed you in. “I missed you.”

He was getting better at being more giving with his emotions, but this was something else. You slyly looked around for a half-finished bottle of wine, but found none. The scent from the door grew stronger around him, and you breathed him in just as deeply.

You could ask him right now. You could suggest it. But what if he reacted badly? What if he didn’t want that from you? You couldn’t ruin this man’s happiness. You swallowed the question down and kissed his scruffy cheek. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“I am,” he said emphatically. “I was snacking a little while baking. They sent so many things! I think I accidentally ordered two crates instead of one.” His bubbly energy was cute. You’d never seen him so carefree before.

“I’ll never be angry about fresh produce, Din,” you laughed. “C’mon. Dinner first.”

You shared a bottle of wine between the two of you at dinner. He held your hand the entire meal, looking deep into your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was just the adjusted romantic lighting (remnants of the ship’s pleasurecraft golden days) that put a flush across his face, but he looked so sinful. Fuckable. You had to get your head on straight, stick to the plan.

“I wanted to ask—”

“Hold that thought. Let’s get some of this on the table.” He was an excited little puppy, now, showing off the new thing he made for you both to try.

On a little copper dish, stood an innocent-looking tart that was anything but. On a bed of bright yellow custard filling, an artful stack of sliced exotic fruits and herbs decorated the entire surface. You recognized Din’s precision plating and knife work, and applauded the creation. Pride filled his eyes, and he sliced into it at once.

Two generous slices went to each of you, and that was really where the problems started. “So what were you saying?” He asked, just before shoving a big bite in his mouth.

Whatever you were going to say was wiped from your memory at the sound he made.

It was a moan. Definitely a moan. But you’d heard pretty much every moan of his. This was not a new moan. This wasn’t even a “my food is so good” moan.

That was a moan suited for what you wanted to do to him in the bedroom.

All thoughts of talking were pushed to the side as he devoured the slice, and in a trance, stabbed his fork into the rest of the pie plate.

“Din?” You asked softly, your own fork hovering hesitantly over the glazed surface of your slice.

“Aaaugh, so good,” he moaned again, making you blush even deeper than before. A beeping from his vambrace interrupted whatever question you were going to ask, for the third time.

An automated voice spoke.

Your body is in a distressing state of sexual arousal. Seek baseline. Seek baseline.

The message repeated itself as Din continued to practically go down on the tart. You peeked to the side and—yep, he was very very hard in his lounge pants. You stood up at the first repetition of the message and approached the crate, pushing around a few brightly-colored fruits on the straw bed inside, looking for—

There’s the recipe.

Of course, Din had elected not to read the warnings at the top, advising one to “start small” and “test your tolerance” in a safe and controlled environment, and to not use more than two of the pink-and-yellow fruit called dakrai. You held it up and looked at the tart. There were probably eight of them on the surface left, and Din was in the process of picking them up and eating them whole. “Din, how many of these did you eat before I got here?”

He looked up and saw the dakrai in your hand. He didn’t quite lunge for it, though it was a near thing. With his coordination affected, Din started to realize that he was in a dangerous situation. “What’s going on?”

“You have been… well, let’s just call it drugged, for now.” You held up the piece of flimsi with the recipe and read from the top. “Warning: the dakrai fruit, native to Artax system and its pleasure moons, is an amorous psychedelic and should be handled with care. While it is perfectly safe to ingest, and enjoyable to get frisky under the influence thereof, start small with one-quarter of one fruit and wait thirty minutes to test your tolerance. For the purposes of this crate, the included recipe is meant to be recreated several times, as the dakrai have surprisingly stable shelf lives. For your safety, do not use more than two of the dakrai in a four-person serving of any one dish. Now Din. How many did you eat?”

He looked… abashed. He looked down at the tart, mangled and messy, then back up at you. “Do you want the total or just before you came in?”

“Let’s go with the total.”

“Seventeen.”

“Din!”

He shrugged. “Do you want me to go chuck them up?” he said, before groaning. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Let’s go lay you down, okay?” You snagged his canteen and led him by the arm to your shared bunk space, laying his floppy body out on the bed. He made a little humming noise and felt the soft linen sheets like they were some fluffy animal.

“Soft…” he said, then giggled. Actually giggled. Something like hysterical dread filled your gut. “Why’s my butt wet.”

“Oh god.” You rolled him over and panicked for a moment before yanking down his pants. He moaned like a little princess and wriggled and writhed beneath you, incurably horny for the time being.

Between his legs, a shimmery blue slick ran from his ass, and you… honestly didn’t know what to make of it. You ran back to the kitchen, rereading the dakrai warning again. And again. And one more time for good measure, delaying the inevitable. Finding nothing, you frantically voice-searched for dakrai symptoms, but only received daiquiri recipes in Din’s recent search history. You screamed in frustration and angrily tapped out the query by hand, adding the term “BLUE ASS LEAK” to the end of it.

On the holonet site Fruit Movement, there was a well-researched and judgment-free list of symptoms for dakrai extradoses, including “orifice-leaking excretions similar in consistency and chemical makeup to natural lubrication found in sexual organs of many species” and “heightened states of arousal”. Under the heading Common Solutions, it spelled out the most effective one in plain language. “Fuck me,” you whispered, though the solution was actually… Fuck Din.

The dakrai essence worked by fusing into some reproductive nerve system or another, and the only way to flush it out was by cumming it out. About one orgasm will subdue every half-dakrai.

Seventeen times two is…

“Fuck me,” you repeated.

You returned to your boyfriend on the bed, who was giving pitiful, uncoordinated little thrusts against the bedding, leaking away happily. “Din?” you asked softly.

At the sound of your voice, he moaned long and loud.

“Din, I need you to-to look up at me. I’m—the ‘net said that you need to cum out the extra dakrai essence, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or—”

“Please,” he begged, both worrying and assuring you with one word. He sounded so horny it hurt, and you’d never want him in pain, never.

“Okay, I’m… I’m gonna get you off as fast as I can, alright?”

You took him in hand, lubricated by the strange blue slick running down his thighs. He groaned, making a noise like he’d been hit particularly hard, and you watched his core muscles seize up all at once. You didn’t falter, focused on his pleasure and determined to make him cum. He was quite sensitive, and had been pretty deprived of any and all physical affection for a long time, and you knew that it wasn’t so much which buttons to press with him, but how hard.

When he spilled over your fingers with a tight wail, you relaxed only a little, knowing you weren’t out of the woods yet. His eyes were still lolling about in his head, unfocused and hazy, so you bent over and took him into your mouth.

Of course, the consequence of this, despite working yourself up in the normal way, was that you dosed yourself with the dakrai essence as well. A hot shiver rushed over your body, settling in like a locked jaw around your brainstem. You groaned, sucking him down harder, faster, deeper, the sweet taste of his precum coating your tongue and mouth.

You admittedly lost a bit of time, then, losing yourself to the pleasure of the act, the moment, the body heat. When Din came again, already hoarse, you nearly came with him, brought to a knifes-edge sensitivity you hadn’t felt before. You pulled off of him, and allowed yourself three whole seconds you could blame on the haze, before you “realized” the severity of the situation. He was just so beautiful whenever he was wrecked.

“Din,” you breathed. He blinked up at you, eyes clearer than they’d been even in the kitchen. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “W-wh—you don’t need to worry about me. I’m so sorry, cyar’ika, I—”

You shook your head. “We need a plan,” you said. You took his hand. “I uh… I was going to suggest we try something a bit different tonight anyway, and—”

“What exactly?” he asked, biting down on his smile before letting it fly. You two were so far past the point of modesty it was funny.

“Wait here.” You got up and went over to the bag you’d hidden in the closet, and pulled out the smooth protective box that held the harness. “I was thinking… I could fuck you?”

Din’s eyes conveyed so much emotion that you understood why he preferred the safety of the mask. He was surprised, at first, and then his mind caught up with his body, and he let out a soft moan at just the thought. “I want that. Let’s… unless you want… some other time?” His eyes were full of hope, his expression open and almost pleading for what you were offering.

“We—we can try it now! I mean you have the whole,” you waved to where his ass was making a rather shimmery mess of the sheets. “Going on.”

He flushed a shade darker and nodded. “True. I um. Is that the only uh… attachment?”

He knew you so well. Behind every well-executed finding mission, you had a veritable hoard of rejects, in case that first offer wasn’t just right. You nodded quickly and pulled out another two bags of individually wrapped toys, laying them out like pieces of a dejarik board. “So this one uh, vibrates. Which might be nice after you’ve gotten used to it a bit, and… this is the smallest one, since I wasn’t sure if—”

“I can take bigger.”

“...alright,” You put that one back. “I was thinking… this one? For our first time.” You held up a pretty gray-and-black synthskin toy about eight inches long. It looked like a regular human cock, and you’d played with it lots while Din had been out on jobs. It was one of your favorites, as it was most similar to the way Din felt inside you.

He nodded and sat up to help you undress the rest of the way and attach the harness. “But won’t you…?” his brows furrowed as he looked up at you.

“Won’t I what?”

“You won’t cum.” He almost pouted about it. It was no secret between the two of you that he was addicted to making you cum, almost fascinated to know that his own body could bring yours to such heights.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy myself. This might help me keep up with you, and get you down safely from how much dakrai you had.”

“The rest of that crate is going in the incinerator,” he vowed, in a voice much too serious for the bedroom.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready, hm?”

He went to his knees and faced the mirror so you could still see his face. He was known to hide his emotions and pain on the best of days, so you didn’t want to miss a thing while doing this new thing with him. You pressed a kiss to the small of his back, and met his eyes in the mirror. “I’m gonna open you up a little for me first, okay?” you said softly, and without breaking eye contact, stroked your hand over his ass until he’d relaxed. “Good boy,” you purred, and firmly, but fleetingly, stroked your fingertips over his asshole. He shuddered and let out a whine, his dick twitching between his legs. You repeated this until he was leaning into the rhythm of your touches.

“Please,” he whispered, and you’d never seen a Mandalorian beg, but you felt you were pretty close to it.

“Okay, baby, just relax for me, keep breathing like you have been.” Slowly, slowly, you pressed the tip of your finger against him, aided by that shimmery blue slick, just to the first knuckle. He keened and almost arched his back, almost jerked into the sensation, but your grip on his hip kept him from going anywhere. Din was a strong fathier to tame, but never to break.

“Good, I’m gonna move in,” you accompanied the word with a push in, up to the second knuckle, “And out.” You continued in the same calming rhythm, building speed only when you felt him relax again. Soon, you were teasing in another finger, and another. You only needed two fingers from him, but with your smaller hands, he needed three from you to match the toy. The harness was comfortable, and distributed the weight of it evenly across your hips. When Din was near-drooling, you pulled your fingers out and smeared the moisture over the toy, stroking it the way you’ve seen Din do just before he pressed inside you, before he filled you. “You ready, baby?”

He could only moan and nod his head, graceless with lust. You’d already wrecked him speechless once, and you were excited to do it again. You lined up behind him and squeezed at his strong muscles, urging him to unravel his tension once more. “That’s it.” When you notched the toy at his entrance, he didn’t tense, but instead bore down onto it, easing it inside of himself with a broken gasp. “That’s it,” you praised again. “Good boy.”

Din squirmed when you bottomed out. He moaned a garbled version of your name, hand flailing behind him to grab for you, and you laced his fingers between yours. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you. This okay? We need to take a break?”

“S’good,” he panted, before meeting your eyes and nodding. “Please fuck me.” He sounded more worn out than he did after sparring, but perhaps this was a kind of action he didn’t get to see a lot, and was therefore out of practice. Your cunt clenched hard and your heart rate picked up speed, anxious to see him fall apart.

You moved.

You started slow, as you had with your fingers, and drew the sweetest little groans and whines from his pouty lips. His hands shifted to grip the sheets in his fists, and you grabbed his hips to begin fucking him in earnest. You’d never heard the noises from him that he made then. Little gasps and cries, babbling in another language like that one time he’d been possessed, but this time you were the only one to hear it. It was so erotic and so perfectly stimulating that you felt lightheaded, only to realize you weren’t breathing. You sucked in a breath and redoubled your efforts.

Din shouted, his head lolling forward to hang above the bed, swaying in time with your thrusts. The wet slap of your skin on his made him shudder. He was caught between the sensations reality afforded him and the ones kept in his memory, the sound and scent of sex so similar to what you usually did that he couldn’t help the phantom feeling of your cunt clenched around his cock.

But no, that was your hand, and that was your voice in his ear, urging him to cum, to be a good boy, and wasn’t that the revelation of the night? Din cried out and shook to pieces beneath you, right as you fucked against his prostate just so.

The plus side to having a Mandalorian lover was his stamina, because the second he finished cumming and caught his breath, you were flipped onto your back and he was sinking back down onto the strap with fervor. He moaned like a little whore at the new angle, and you couldn’t help but span your hands over his massive thighs as they flexed. He fucked himself down on top of you, a slave to his pleasure and happier for it. Your words tumbled out of your mouth with no control. “Look so pretty like that, split open for me. Wanna see how wide you’ll go, how long you can go. Wanna fuck you til you pass out and keep fucking you after that. Watch you fall asleep cumming for me, just a mess because of me. A mess like how you make a mess of me.”

His moans grew louder, almost cries of pain as his next orgasm took that much longer to come by. You’d have to switch to the vibrating toy at some point. At least they were close by.

Whether it was the dakrai or just the eroticism of the entire situation, you didn’t know, but the whole thing felt like a dream for those few hours you fucked him to insanity. You drew orgasm after orgasm out of him, ruining the sheets beyond the help of any industrial laundry machine, and ruining your boyfriend just the same. By the time his feverish state broke, your thighs were shaking and you felt actual hunger instead of carnal hunger. “We good now?” you asked, and he nodded, having lost his voice several rounds ago.

“Soon’s my legs work, m’getting rid of the dakrai,” you sighed.

“Wh-at if.” He coughed, trying to catch his breath. “What if we kept a few. For controlled doses.” He looked bashful, or as bashful as a man in his situation could be.

You grinned and kissed his cheek. “Alright, baby. I’ll hold off. But I’m putting a lock on them.”

“Might be easier to put a lock on me.”

“...we’ll try that next time.”

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thefanficmonster · 5 years ago

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You Call It A Mess, We Call It Baking

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tons of fluff

Summary: A friendly argument via Discord leads to a baking session. Said baking session leads to a kitchen looking like it was the victim of a tornado. The lesson here is: don’t leave Corpse and Y/N in the kitchen together.

Requested by Anon, thank you so much for your request, hope I captured what you wanted well and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Corpse’s POV

I’ve been sitting in a Discord call with Y/N for about three years now, keeping her company as she’s editing some footage Sean sent her earlier. In the meantime, I’m reviewing the recently submitted stories by my viewers, reading some lines I find funny or downright terrifying to her.

“When I went in the kitchen to check on the cake, it was already out of the oven, a sticky note next to it on the counter that read: ‘smells nice’. My blood ran cold.“ I read the eerie sentence that is suggesting one of my most frightening scenarios - a stalker getting inside your house. I get chills just imagining what was probably going on in the sender’s head when they saw that.

“Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve cooked something other than omelet.“ I hear Y/N reply absentmindedly, completely neglecting the fear factor of what’s going on in the story.

“Good job missing the point.” I chuckle, my eyes continuing to scan the email until my brain actually comprehends what she said, “Wait, you mean to tell me you have baked anything ever?! No offense, Y/N, but I was honestly doubting your ability to make an omelet as well. In all the years we’ve been friends I can’t remember you ever not saying ‘I hade takeout’ when I asked you what you had for dinner.”

The scoff that comes through my headphones is the most adorable thing ever. She’s one to easily take a joke and never get offended by anything, but I know how heated she can get with her sarcasm. If I’m being honest, I’m always here for it.

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Corpsy. A girl’s gotta have some aces up her sleeve.“ I can just imagine the narrowing of here eyes and the tilting of her head as she says that. She has a very specific way of expressing her thoughts. When we first met I accidentally made the comparison to one of those children’s books that have pictures, stories and small buttons for audio. That comparison has stuck with me and I look back at it very often. To fully catch her point, you don’t just listen to her. No, no, no. You focus on every change in her face and body. The way she looks away during certain parts of her speech, the way her voice plays with several different tones at once. Her posture while speaking. Just like those books - you don’t just listen to the audio, you look at the pictures and read the text.

“Well you know how much I like playing poker, why don’t you come over and throw those aces down.“ The last thing you should ever give Y/N is a challenge. She won’t only homerun it, but will never let you forget it either. When we met she was a girl with self esteem in the negatives, so seeing her brag about her achievements to me always brings me joy.

The details I’ve listed are pretty in-depth, aren’t they? That’s because I don’t want to let anything slip when it comes to her. This realization hit me early in our friendship and it was only like two years in that I finally connected the dots - this investment in her of mine was not simple nor platonic. Come to think of it, I reckon it never was.

“No way, I’m not changing out of my pajamas just to come to your house.” She laughs, once again making me picture her full body reaction to her statement.

I smirk, knowing I’m about to bring out my main weapon, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you in pajamas countless times. You can just admit you don’t wanna embarrass yourself. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

I can sense her fuming even though she’s like two miles away. “I’ll be there in 15.”

She hangs up before getting the chance to hear me lose control of the laughter I’ve been suppressing.

Man, I love this girl.

Y/N’s POV

“It’s on.“ I say as soon as the door in front of me swings open to reveal the smug smirking face of my bestfriend. The foundation of my tough, unbothered act is shaken up by the outburst of butterflies in my stomach which occurs every time I see him. I can never look at this man and not turn at least a little red in the cheeks.

It’s been long since I self-diagnosed with the malicious ‘falling for someone who would never reciprocate my feelings’ illness. I’ve been living with it for a while. What medication do I take? Dating other guys. One bad relationship after another, scolding myself that every one of them has been a desperate attempt to get him to change his gaze on me from ‘best friend’ to something more. Hell, I don’t even know how to define that ‘something more’. I once even tried to admit my feelings, but I was so vague and so incoherent that I didn’t understand myself, so how was he supposed to grasp my downright sad excuse of a confession.

“No ‘hello’, no nothing?“ He moves aside to let me in. I walk right past him with a sassy flip of my hair to mask the nervousness of being aware that his eyes were on me, “Rude.“ He murmured with an obvious smile in his tone.

He looks as cute as ever, black sweatpants and a black tee, hair messy as though he has just rolled out of bed. I can say with the upmost certainty that he’s the only one who can pull of that hairstyle.

I hide mine as I throw on the apron that’s hanging by his fridge, ready to take over his kitchen and put those aces of mine to use. I can’t help but furrow my brows when I see him enter the kitchen behind me and lean against the counter. That’s when I notice the counter is lined with all the ingredients I’ll need for the cake I had in mind.

“OK, what do we do first?“ he claps his hands together, straightening his posture as he gives me a expectant look.

It takes all my brain cells to prevent me from freezing up completely. I’m not usually like this, mind you, I’m a lot better at keeping what’s going on inside my head camouflaged. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I don’t have much time to dwell on that. If I do, he’ll pick up on it right away.

“Um, we are not gonna do anything. I will be here baking, and you will remain outside the kitchen until I’m done. If you need something, ask and I’ll bring it to you. I can’t have you sabotaging my project, impostor.” I narrow my eyes at him like he’s the most dangerous of threats. And he is, for my mental sanity.

He fakes a hurt expression, clearly fighting to the best of his ability to hide how much he’s enjoying messing with me. “We’ve known each other for five years, Y/N. Don’t you trust me?”

I lean over the counter to where we’re about two feet apart and whisper, “Not. Even. A. Little. Bit.”

He smiles, “You’re just trying to get away with making this cake by watching a YouTube tutorial. Admit it, you can’t even crack an egg properly.” His eyes are now as narrowed as mine as we stare each other down at a proximity that’s rapidly raising my body temperature and heartbeat. It’s not fair. I’m a mess around him so he automatically has the upper hand.

As expected, I give in, “You better not mess around though.”

After I force him to give me several different oaths, we start. I’m working on the batter, he’s working on the frosting. We decided to decorate it with crimson and dark purple frosting. We’re both really pick about the color shades so he’s currently struggling to get the crimson perfect.

“Let’s make it a layer cake.“ He suggests out of the blue, “Two layers, nothing crazy.“

I think it over for a moment or two before shrugging, “OK, but then you better grab a bowl and help me with the second layer. You know how to make the batter, right?”

He confirms that he does and walks out of my line of sight. I hear him open the fridge as I whisk the eggs I have cracked with the sugar.

“You want something to drink?“ He asks while rummaging through the fridge.

I decline, try to focus on the recipe that I have somehow memorized to the smallest of details. As I’m reciting the it silently to make sure I didn’t skip any steps with the batter, I feel something cold run down my back causing me to scream.

“What the fuck was that?!“ I turn around and glare at him just as the ice cube slips out from under my hoodie and falls to the floor. The fucker’s laughing whole heartedly, not giving a damn that he just gave me a mini heart attack. Mainly cause I thought it was a roach or something, and he know I hate bugs.

“You do realize how boiling red you are, right? You look like a lobster. I thought you needed something to cool you down.“

Instead of being annoyed, I do a full 180 and decide to play his game, “Yeah, I know...” I trail off, reaching my hand back towards the bowl of flour. Grabbing a a handful of the white powder I throw it at him before he can even catch on. Needless, to say, his outfit and hair aren’t so black anymore. “Ah, I knew your hair would look good with snowflakes in it, but you can never be too sure.”

“This means war, Y/N.” His smile is borderline malicious, getting me excited for what’s to come.

Him and I have always had these so called wars, but never like you’d imagine. We are silent, strategic, subtle. Neither of us knows when the other will attack until it’s too late. That’s why instead of going for a counter-attack right away, he heads to complete his mission of making the batter for the second layer.

All is quiet except the noises of the utensils clinking together every now and then. I keep a close watch on him out of the corner of my eye and I notice no sus behavior. That is until I see him take a spoonful of his batter and eat it. I whirl around at the speed of a gust of wind, eyes wide, “Do you want to fuck up your guts.” He ignores me as he takes another spoonful, bringing it close to his mouth. This time, I grab onto his arm causing the contents of the spoon to spill on my hoodie.

I roll my eyes, unbothered by the brown stain that by some miracle missed the apron and fell on my grey hoodie, “Don’t. Eat. The. Batter. Copy?“

“Paste.“ He nods, smirking with pride as he puts the spoon aside.

I sigh and return to my side of the kitchen, focusing on the next task: poring the batter into the circular baking tray which he, for some reason, has two of. He repeats the task soon after me and we put the two trays in the oven. I help him with the frosting, getting the shades close enough to what we had in mind.

After about five minutes of the crusts baking, a wonderful smell spreads throughout the kitchen. At this point, all we have to do is wait for the oven to signal that our cinnamon crust is ready to be taken out, wait for it to cool down and then frost the cake.

“It smells really good.“ He comments, turning his head to look at me.

I’m sitting atop the kitchen counter and Corpse is standing next to me. This is the only time him and I are at approximately the same height. The realization brings a thought to my mind, one that makes me feel like an evil mastermind.

“Hey, remember earlier when you said I couldn’t crack an egg properly?“ He hums affirmatively, “Well...“

The carton of eggs is within arm’s reach. I grab an egg, chip it off the side of the counter and crack it apart above his head, its contents coating his hair. “How’s that for a proper egg crack?” I ask victoriously.

He lets out a surprised sound, something between a gasp and a laugh. Shaking his head to get the yoke to fall down, he says amusedly: “I don’t know...you tell me.”

Too late for me to do anything. There’s milk all over me.

The malicious smile on his face is replicated on mine and now it’s really on. However, as we reach for the items meant to be out weapons, the oven dings.

Frosting the cake goes about as well as you expect: there’s more frosting on us than the cake itself.

“Let’s make amends, please. I’m so not looking forward to taking three showers tonight.“ I say, raising a white napkin and waving it around.

“Fair enough.“ He shrugs and we shake hands.

As I’m about to pull my hand back, he holds onto it, making me look up at him. Our eyes lock and I suddenly regain that same shakiness and vulnerability I always have around him. It never leaves me, I just manage to ignore it. The sound of my panic is muffled by the sound of my heart thumping the loudest it has ever.

Expectedly, he is the bold one who makes the first and final move. The move to end one era of us and start another. His lips touch mine and all fades. It’s just him and I. The friends who were never just friends. The cowards who suck at dealing with emotions. The fearful little kids that are afraid of rejection because we both mean so much to each other, to the point of suffering to prevent the possibility of losing one another.

We embrace who we are, finally admitting that friends is not what we are meant to remain forever.

The kiss might’ve been brief, but the meaning it carries makes it the most valuable moment of my life. One I’ll cherish forever. Something in his eyes tells me he will too. That’s all I need. That’s all we need. No words are necessary.

Suddenly, our bubble bursts as a result of his ringing phone. He lets go of one of my hands and takes his phone from the counter.

“It’s Dave”, he smiles, picking up the call and turning to get me in the camera frame. “Hey Dave, look who’s here with me.“

I wave at the camera and at the baffled face of Dave. “Hi!”

“What, in the name of God, is that mess?“ He raises both his eyebrows as his eyes scan us and the kitchen behind us.

“You call it a mess, we call it baking.“ Corpse and I look at each other and smile, blushing as red as the streak in Dave’s hair.

“Am I missing something here? Did I call at a bad time?“ He asks, still struggling to rationalize what he is seeing.

“Yeah, you actually did. I’ll call you back.“ Corpse dead-ass hangs up on him, putting his phone away before turning to me, “We have more important matters at the moment.“

He kisses me again, this time more confidently. His arms wrap around me and prep me up on the counter, insinuating that this kiss won’t be as short as the last.

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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The First Week

Pairing: Iwaizumi Haijime x Fem!Reader college AU, appearances by Isse Maki and Oikawa

Summary : Yaknow when there is that one person who’s schedule is just oddly similar to yours? You see them everywhere basically everyday and you didnt notice them at first but then suddenly you cant stop seeing them? This is like that, except the moment you notice him, hes already noticed you. Meeting Iwa and then the week leading up to him asking reader to be his gf.

Warnings: none I don’t think. Probably ooc Iwa. Iwa calls reader pretty girl. Not great editing.

Word count: 3.6k

MONDAY

When Iwaizumi sees you he’s sure he’s never known anything as beautiful.

You’re walking slowly down campus with your backpack over one shoulder, pulled to the front as you dig through its contents with a furrowed brow while you chewed on your lip.

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk adjacent to him, clearly struggling to find whatever it is you need as your sundress blows against your thighs in the heat of the autumn breeze, hair sparkling as it blows behind your shoulders.

You seem to find what you’re looking for as your expression changes to one of glee but as you forcefully tug your knotted string of headphones from your bag, it pulls out several loose papers as well as a textbook.

He watches with a tiny chuckle at your look of annoyance

Your eyes flit from your mess to the strange guy standing and watching you. You felt your cheeks heat from his amused gaze and wondered why such a handsome guy would be creepily staring at you from fifty feet away.

When your eyes met his, he felt electricity enter his body and lock him in place. It was like the world shifted when you noticed him, like it all clicked into place. He watched as embarrassment crept through your features from realizing someone saw your struggle, he didn’t even know your name but he adores the way your every thought could be read with your expression.

“Can I help you?” You asked, placing one hand on your hip, using one foot to hold the papers so they didn’t fly away with the breeze as you held his eye contact.

He couldn’t help the little smile that tugged at his lips with your question, the tone in which you asked, calling him out for staring and not backing down. Oh he liked you already.

His feet feel released from his stupor and he crosses the grass between the sidewalks to get closer to you

“I’m sorry for staring” he says as he crouches to pick up your textbook and the papers from beneath your foot.

He stands and hands them out to you, hoping and praying you give him a chance after catching him oddly staring at you “I’m Hajime Iwaizumi”

You take your things from him and shove them in your bag, zipping it up and then offering him your hand and introducing yourself “y/n l/n” you say with a grin and he knows you’ve already let the weird moment go. He can see in your eyes how open you are and how kind.

He walks you home, learns about your major and your hobbies, your passion for your interests as you tell him everything you just learned about trees and for the life of him he doesn’t know just exactly what tree you’re talking about but he would do anything to listen to you forever.

You ask him about his major and actually listen, asking him what he hopes to do once he graduates and how he hopes to achieve his dreams. You tease him when he struggles remembering a word and he rolls his eyes, heart fluttering at your banter.

And when you get back to your dorm, you beat him to the punch “do you wanna go out with me this saturday?” You ask and he chuckles softly “Ill be at a volleyball game Saturday but I’m free Sunday if that works for you”

“Fuck” you whisper under your breath and get out your phone “Sunday I have plans with a friend to study” you say as you scroll through your schedule. You don’t know him well enough to cancel any plans for him but you wanted to get to know him so bad you felt anxious to make it work.

He laughs at the worry in your eyes, silly girl, he’s gonna find a way.

“Would you.. want to come to the game with me?” He asks and you look up at him, noting the nervousness in his own eyes and you smile and nod “I’d love to”

He gets your number before he leaves and sends you a text so you have his as well, before he has to hurry off back to campus for the lab he’s already missed half of.

TUESDAY

His plan was text you good morning after he got home from the gym but when he walked in he saw a very familiar figure in the back row of treadmills.

He grabbed a towel and let his headphones hang around his neck as he walked to the weights and machines on the opposite wall. Should he say something?

He runs through his warm up debating whether or not to say something but when he turns to see if you were still there you were nowhere to be found

“Looking for me?” You asked with a grin from the machine behind him, your hands gripping the handles and sweat dripping down your chin as you did shoulder presses, your core and shoulders burning as you met his eye and you laughed, finishing your last two reps before you rest.

“I’m not stalking you” you say to his confused expression “this is my Tuesday workout, core and back.”

He shakes himself out of his stupor. He didn’t think you were stalking him at all but seeing you sweaty and pushing your body through workouts was the same starstruck feeling he had the day before, rooting him to his place.

“I didn’t think you were stalking me pretty girl” he says with a grin, taking the machine beside you “just was a little starstruck seeing an angel in my gym” he smirks at the sound of your weights snapping back as your hands slipped from his words

“Your gym eh?” you ask, going through your last set “i've been coming here for three semesters”

he laughs “ive been here for 4, my gym”

“Alright alright” you say with a laugh as you stand and wipe down your machine “you win”

“What's my prize?” he asks and you roll your eyes with a smirk

“How about a smoothie after?” you suggest and he nods “deal. Meet you out front in an hour?” you nod and then wave over your shoulder as you head to different machines “see you then, stalker!” you say with a chuckle.

You learn he likes green smoothies where you prefer fruity, and although you said you’d pay he does before you have a chance to even get out your money.

You roll your eyes with a smirk as you take a sip of your drink. “I was supposed to buy your prize, remember?” you say and he laughs

“my prize is taking you for a smoothie date” he says with a wink and your cheeks flush with heat

you chuckle as you rock your shoulder into his gently “thank you Iwaizumi” you say and he smiles “you’re welcome y/n”

“Pay attention in class” he says when you get to your dorm “you too” you say with a smile “see ya later!” you watch as he walks away, admiring his strong back and shoulders, his gym bag slung across his body. He turns and looks back giving you a smirk and a little wave when he catches you staring. You wave with an embarrassed smile on your lips before you run inside.

WEDNESDAY

The next time you see him is walking home from class just like Monday except this time you see each other at the same time and you cant help the warmth that spreads through your body at the way he smiles at you.

“Good morning y/n” he says “didnt see you at the gym today” theres a question in his tone and you smile up at him “good morning!” you say and chuckle “yeah i go an hour earlier because of an early class”

“You headed home now?” he asks and you shake your head

“Nope, im headed to the coffee shop downtown to study. I usually stay there all afternoon” he smiles, like knowing just a little more about you and your routines makes him happy. His smile makes your heart squeeze and your stomach flutter.

“Why? did you want to walk me again?” you ask and he laughs softly, cheeks flushing “i actually have a lab i gotta get to” he says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Iwaizumi you did not go late to a lab to walk a stranger home monday did you?”

He doesn't answer, just gives you a sheepish smile and you slap his bicep playfully “you’re ridiculous!” you say with a laugh “but go, i don't want you to be late. Text me when you're out”

He nods with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear “you got it” he says before he says goodbye and you shake your head as you watch him go, feeling your cheeks flush with heat as he turns back and sends you a teasing smile when he catches you watching him again.

THURSDAY

When you see him at the gym in the morning you grin and chuckle before winking at him when you catch his eye, hands busy holding the barbel as you squat. You were ten minutes early today so your warm up was completed by the time he walked through the door.

You arent able to talk while you work out but when you’re both finished you end up by the door at the same time. He holds the door open and you thank him as you walk slow on wobbly legs

”leg day?” he asks with a laugh and you laugh with him and nod “yup. Thursdays are the low days of my week, that way i dont have to walk too much on jello legs”

As you talk you both walk to the smoothie place, he orders you the same as tuesday and when you go to pay he’s already beaten you again. “Thank you” you say with a smile “but next time it’s on me!” he chuckles and gives you a nod as he drinks his vegetable smoothie, knowing that he’s gonna be buying next time anyway.

When you get back to your dorm he gives you a smile and ruffles your hair “text me later jello legs” he says and you roll your eyes “not if you keep that nickname” you say and he chuckles “alright alright..see you tomorrow, pretty girl”

FRIDAY

“Labs are only monday and wednesday, so i can walk with you home if youd like” he says with a smile when you run into him on the sidewalk again

“wanna study with me?” you ask “i’m headed to the coffee shop again”

He’s quiet while he studies and you like that, you can do your work and finish your things efficently but still have his presence around you. You admired the way he took notes, clean and concise in his notebook. The sound of his typing as well as yours gave you a soothing peaceful feeling as you sipped your coffee and wrote your paper.

After forty minutes you leaned back and stretched your back, sending him a smile when he looked up from his computer to you.

“Doing good?” he asks and you nod “almost done actually. How about you?” he nods “i didn’t have much to finish today so i’ve been starting on next week's homework.” you raise your eyebrows “i knew you were that kind of student” you say with a laugh and he closes his laptop

“What kind of student is that?” he asks and you lean your elbow on the table and rest your chin on your palm with a smile

“Always on top of things. Put together.” you say and he chuckles, cheeks flushing a bit

“I guess i am that student. I dont like to be stressed and you dont have to stress when youre ahead, yaknow?” he scratches his neck

“I know” you say with a grin “it just makes me that much more interested to see how you look messy” his eyes widen before he looks to the side with a shy smile “is that so?” he asks and looks back to you

“yeah” you say and take a drink of your coffee “i wanna know everything about you” you say and shrug, turning back to your notes and making a list of things you still need to complete.

He looks at you as you write, a smile on his lips as he admires your concentrated expression and the way you chew your bottom lip when you think. You said that so easily, so bold and confident. He wanted to know everything about you as well.

“Still on for the game tomorrow?” he asks at your door and you grin “of course! Im so excited. I haven’t been to a volleyball game since highschool and then it was me playing” he raises his eyebrows and tucks your hair behind your ear “you used to play?” he asks and you nod “i was the captain of my team in highschool!”he hums and nods “i was the ace of mine” he says and you laugh “i could have guessed with how strong your arms are” you say and then feel your cheeks heat with the implications

“Checking me out huh?” he asks and you chuckle and run a hand through your hair “im not even gonna try and deny it. You’re very easy on the eyes” you laugh and he joins you before his phone beeps and he groans “i gotta go, but i’ll text you and see you in the morning” he leans down and kisses your cheek, making your breath hitch and heart flutter “see ya pretty girl” he whispers and you wait, knowing that if the past few days are any indicators that he'd look back, and when he does you wave and grin before heading inside

SATURDAY

“It’s too much.” you say as you look at yourself in the mirror. You looked too business casual and less like you were going to a volleyball game. You rip the blouse from your body and put it with the rest of the clothes you’ve tried on in the pile on your bed.

“Is this too casual?” You ask no one as you pull out your old vb jersey from high school. Usually worn as a sleep shirt now, it was old and worn but if paired with the right jeans …

“Perfect” you say with a smile as you smooth out the shirt and fix the French tuck. You look laid back and casual but clean and put together. After a spritz of perfume you were ready to go and your heart races, excitement pooling in your tummy, as you hear a knock to your door.

He reaches out and takes your hand as you walk towards the crowd of people. You smile up at him and move closer as you make your way into the throngs of people clad in merch with noise makers. He watches with a light heart as your eyes sparkle as you take in the people and the venue, the merch stands and the chaos. When someone shouted out you jumped and moved closer to him as you scowled in their direction.

“You’re so cute” he whispered under his breath you met his eye, a cute little “what was that, Haiji?” The nickname flowing off your tongue like it belonged to you.

he smiled and gave your hand a squeeze, leaning into your ear so you would hear him over the crowd “don’t get lost, pretty girl” he said right into your ear, sending tingles down your spine and a flush to your cheeks.

“Don’t let go then” you say back with a flirty bite to your tone and god he wanted to kiss that smirk right off your lips

You sat close to the front with two of his friends and roommates, Isse and maki, his best friend though was Oikawa but he was usually always late.

You saw the way they all rolled their eyes when Iwaizumi said that and knew something was up but nothing could have prepared you for actually meeting him.

The high pitched screams and cries of girls is what caught your attention first, placing your right hand on Iwa’s bicep as he squeezed the left one gently. Your head turns back as you look for the commotion you hear is coming.

“That’d be Oikawa” Maki says and Iwa’s eyes never leave your face, watching how you react to his best friend.

The girls show up first and you raise your eyebrows, waiting to catch a glimpse of what made them all turn into a frenzy. When you do see him, your reaction makes Iwa smile, his heart and shoulders relaxing as he holds your hand a little tighter.

When Oikawa Toru makes his appearance you furrow your brow and tilt your head with a little frown. Your eyes are so uninterested and confused that it makes Iwa want to laugh.

He leans down “he’s definitely as bad as he looks. But he grows on ya”

You smile and look up at Iwa, eyes sparkling and the opposite of how you looked at Oikawa, Iwa felt his heart leap into his hands at that look

“So he’s a fungus?” You ask and he chuckles with a nod “exactly like a fungus” he says and then turns to his friend now walking down the stairs

“Trashykawa, almost on time I see” he says as you both scoot down farther on the row so he could sit next to Iwaizumi.

“Always with the insults Iwa-Chan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He grins as he leans forward and holds out his hand “Oikawa Tooru” he says before Iwa can push his hand away you’re taking it and shaking it “it’s nice to meet you I’m y/n l/n. Iwaizumi has been telling me a lot about you”

“They're all lies!” He says and you laugh at the dramatic pained expression he makes when Iwa slugs his shoulder

When the game is over, you’ve gotten along so well with his friends that Iwa thinks this is a dream. There’s no way you are real and here with him, no way you have on his jacket and are holding his hand right now.

At one point during a time out you both teased Oikawa so well back and forth he thought for sure that this is what a soulmate is like. He knows it’s only been a week, he knows that you only really know someone after a few months when they have relaxed and showed their true selves, but he has such a good feeling about you, like an excitement that settles into his bones that dares him to hope.

At the end of the date, after dinner with his friends where you hit it off making them all laugh at your antics and teasing, he drives you back to your dorm, his hand in yours the entire time.

“I had a great time today, Iwaizumi” you say as he parks and gives your hand a squeeze, raising an eyebrow

“you cant go back to calling me that now” he says and you raise your eyebrows with a little confusion.

He laughs, reaching up to brush the tension out of your eyebrows with his thumb “you called me Haiji earlier, or was that an accident?” his hand settles on your cheek and your heart skips before it speeds up “it was an accident, that’s what your contact name is so it just slipped out” you confess softly, the soft music was turned down low and it felt like you were in your own world in his car

“I like it when you use my given name” he says, thumb brushing your skin and sending tingles down your neck “I really like you pretty girl” he confesses and your eyes widen before they soften, your smile growing as you lean in closer to him

“I really like you too Hajime” you whisper and reach up, burying your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck

He’s been thinking about asking you all day, wondering if it’s too early, if a week was too soon to ask. But he decides, with the way you’re looking into his eyes, he decides it’ll be okay.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he whispers, lips barely brushing against yours and you chuckle softly out your nose “yes” you say and press your lips to his.

Its been a few years since your first week together and Iwaizumi never gets tired of trying new things with you

He loves to watch you experience things, the way your eyes light up with joy then immediately look to him to make sure he’s also seeing it, he sends you a smile that yes, he is seeing it, but he’s seeing you as well and that’s so much better to admire than whatever is happening.

You see something that brings you joy and your first thought is- is he seeing this too? He’s never seen anything sweeter and he dies a little when he imagines you giving someone else that look. He’s in this for the long haul and when he finally pops the question, he knows youll say yes. He knows this is his future, his forever. And when you give him that look, that one that says i love this and i need the one i love to experience it too, he knows his heart is yours alone for the rest of his life.

#haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwazumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi haijime x you #iwaizumi haijime x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu iwaizumi haijime

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iamunder-urbed · 3 years ago

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opening requests<3

This is basically just my request rules and the fandoms I write for so if ur interested in requesting, please do! I'll probably add more to this as time goes on but for now pls read before requesting(LMAO i accidentally privated while editing this i am so sorry)

Rules:

no smut rn

i don't write stuff that includes sa, incest and that means step sibling shit too, minor and adult romantic relationships, big age gaps (ex: 18 and 35), anything to do with childbirth (very uncomfortable for me), eating disorders, fetishizing illnesses, etc.

i do write fluff, angst, comfort stuff, platonic relationships, head canons, fics ,im still debating if i should do matchups rn

I will not tolerate any kind of racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, hate (constructive criticism is welcomed just don't be mean about it), and if u try to rush me i will not finish ur request.

please try to specify what pronouns you'd like me to use, if u don't, I will make it a gn reader

i may write suggestive stuff but don't request it like 24/7

i don't do character x character or oc inserts, u can show me ur ocs if you'd like but i will not use their name in any requests u send, i will mostly use y/n and (name) so

i write for almost every character in the fandoms u see below, i will let u know if i don't do stuff for a character if they're included in a request/ask

Yandere s/o requests are allowed but i will not put any forced stuff like locking them up or unwanted touching, the furthest i will go is them killing someone for their love

please do not private message me concerning requests, i explained it in my introduction post<3

for gay and lesbian characters i only write mostly same sex and maybe gn reader, im not gonna change their sexuality just for u

Stuff i write for:

Until Dawn(finished)

The Quarry(finished)

Life is strange/bts(finished both)

Stranger things(finished)

thats all for now! please send requests if you'd like, and remember to check up on the rules once in a while, peace babes✌

#requests open #the quarry #until dawn #life is strange #the quarry x reader #until dawn x reader #life is strange x reader

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lover-of-skellies · 4 years ago

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So uhh, this isn’t off the prompt list thing and literally no one asked for it, but I decided to go back and edit a super old thing I wrote. It’s supposed to be part of something a lot bigger, but for now, the whole thing’s been discontinued

Essentially, this is an OC insert kinda thing with my girl Adrienne. She’s been trapped in Horrortale for a little while, and since Sans decided to be merciful, she’s been allowed to live in a spare room in his and Pap’s house. She has free roam of the house and can do pretty much whatever the hell she wants (as long as it doesn’t involve getting into the pantry and digging into their reserves), and in exchange for all of that and being allowed to live, he and Papyrus have some super basic rules they expect her to follow

Rule number 1 is that she is to be helpful, and try to maintain the house while they’re away. Rule number two is that she’s not to leave the house without covering her face and hands. Rule number three is that she’s never to leave the house alone, without one or both of them nearby

Out of boredom and hunger, she leaves the house one day, following the smell of food. This doesn’t seem like it’d be anything huge, but it’s a major no-no, and it doesn’t go unpunished

Papyrus is also surprisingly good at giving advice, too. He might not have much experience with dating, but he knows exactly what he's talking about

If you make it to the end, I have to give you kudos because this is a complete cringe-fest ^^"

((Gonna add some potential trigger warnings for: angst, slight violence, and public humiliation))

Pain.

Searing pain.

The once blue-nette had been exploring the town, much to her guardians’ displeasure. She’d known it wasn’t a good idea, and for what reasons, she was well aware, but she had to do something. Staying holed away in the house every moment of every day was a completely new level of boring, one that she hadn’t even known existed. Her guardian had made it very clear that she was to never leave the house unless he or his brother were to accompany her, but today… well. His brother was away, probably at the capital getting physically and verbally abused by their queen, and he himself? She wasn’t sure what he did while he was away, but she’d learned not to ask too many questions. The first few times she tried asking, he’d been quick to change the subject or dodge her questions entirely, or he’d simply laugh and make a joke which he deemed hilarious when in reality, it wasn’t. Once he got tired of her asking, his humor quickly dissipated and was replaced by anger. He didn’t even have to look at her for her to know he was upset; all it took was a few short, clipped responses, and how she could practically hear him frown when he spoke. That’s beside the point though.

At the moment, she was suspended in mid air by her throat, her legs flailing as she began clawing at her assailant’s arm, her teeth bared as she struggled to free herself. The slightly withered fire monster shrugged off her attempts to attack him as if they were nothing at all; even though his strength had been diminished and was now only half of what it used to be, he was still far tougher than she could ever hope to be. Having smelled food, she made the mistake of slipping into the bar he owned, her hood tugged as far over her face as possible. She had glanced around the establishment, taken note of the other monsters nearby, and made another mental note of where all the exits were, should she need to run. After very cautiously crossing the bar and taking a seat at the old, worn counter, the flamesman had wordlessly poured a glass of water. He nudged it in her direction, and she’d eagerly accepted it, being mindful of how much of her face was concealed as she sipped the cold beverage.

For a moment, she was relaxed, and she nearly forgot the very real danger she was in. She was snapped out of her brief feeling of serenity as the Grillby fully shifted his attention to her. He made a soft, questioning sound, and she kept her head low, speaking just barely loud enough for him to hear, “What’re ya serving, Grillby?” He grunted, well prepared to offer her a short, yet simple answer, but was cut off by another monster who seated himself beside the girl, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts before, friend… where are you from?” The teen lowered her gaze to the countertop, catching a glimpse of what looked to be faded blue fur. She didn’t know what monster could possibly want to talk to her, but she remained as calm and casual as possible in hope of not drawing any more attention to herself, “The ruins.”

With their interest now fully piqued, the monster beside her hummed incredulously, “The ruins, huh?... I take it you’ve met our former queen then. Toriel.” Upon hearing the familiar goat monster’s name, the teen saw images flicker in her mind; memories of her time in the ruins before she managed to escape. How Toriel had guided her through all the traps and puzzles that laid in waiting. How she held her close and allowed her to sob into her shoulder. How she’d convinced Adrienne to go back to her house, where there’d be a warm bed, food, and all the love and care she could ever want. Toriel had baked a cinnamon and butterscotch pie, very excited to share it with her, but not long after the teen had eaten a small slice, she’d felt her stomach turn. Her world went black, and when she awoke, she was tucked into a bed in a dimly lit room, which looked as though it had once belonged to a child. She felt incredibly ill and had almost no strength, and she could barely stand without feeling light headed. To her surprise, however, her willing ally, Flowey, had made a surprise return. Adrienne had seen Toriel had burn him alive, so she didn’t understand how he was even still alive.

Flowey had been through this exact same situation too many times to count, as it turned out, and he’d revealed Toriel’s true intentions: make the teen weak enough to require constant care and attention, and make her stay in the ruins forever. Or at the very least, until she died. Taking advantage of a distraction provided by Flowey, she’d waited for the goat monster to disappear to another part of the house. She’d then made her way to the kitchen and began to search around the floorboards. According to Flowey, there was a panel that could be removed, and underneath it, she’d find the remedy she needed to regain her health. She’d found the vial and downed it without question, only to look up and see the crazed goat monster staring at her from the doorway. The look on her face was one that still occasionally haunted Adrienne's dreams, and she’d been trying to go as long as possible without thinking about it. It appeared as though she’d be getting no such luck today, though.

Clearing her throat and trying to force down her growing anxiety, she nodded, keeping her head down, “Yeah, I have. I’ve met her.” The blue furred stranger watched her with an unnerving amount of intensity and she fought the urge to squirm and lean away from them. As they spoke again, their voice held a curious edge, “Huh. I can only imagine how that went.” Nodding silently, the teen returned to her glass of water, more than ready for the stranger to go away. She knew what would happen if she was discovered, and she wanted no part of that whatsoever.

The monster leaned closer to her and sniffed the air, letting out a pleased sigh before mumbling, “Friend… you don’t exactly smell like one of us. Monsters have their own natural and unique scents... But you, however,” A fuzzy paw-like hand seized her arm with a vice-like grip, and the stranger's voice shifted from a mumble to what was more like a hiss, “you smell like you belong on the grill.” Adrienne began attempting to yank her arm back out of the monster’s grasp and they laughed, simply using their free hand to tug her hood down, revealing her identity to Grillby and the other bar patrons that surrounded them. Her faded grey eyes widened in fear as the monsters began to shout at the flamesman, excitedly demanding that he cook her for them. Despite how the teen shook her head in protest, the mass of living fire moved closer to her, rapidly snatching her up by the throat. She was lifted off of the ground, and he ignored her pained screams as the heat from his hand began to scorch the skin of her neck.

With adrenaline now coursing through her veins, she let out a string of expletives and pulled both of her legs up until her knees touched her chest. The flamesman took a single step toward his kitchen, and then froze as both of her deceptively weak legs shot toward him, delivering a sharp kick to the space just below his chest. She didn’t expect her little stunt to actually work, but to her pleasant surprise, he’d released his grip on her out of shock, gingerly touching the now injured part of himself. Adrienne dropped to the floor and quickly regained her balance, paying no attention to the few monsters who rushed to Grillby’s side. She proceeded to climb over the counter and sprint toward the door, the footsteps behind her a clear indicator that she was being pursued now. Not that she could blame them for any though; food was insanely hard to come by, so if you had a chance to eat but the food got up and ran, wouldn’t you go after it too?

Reaching out with a clawed hand, some unseen monster snagged a fistful of her hair and harshly pulled, causing her to yelp and almost tumble to the floor. She glanced around, surveying her surroundings and checking the exits again. Part of what looked to be a dog’s muzzle could be seen in her peripheral vision and she winced, struggling to free herself from the creature's grip. She only received an amused cackle from the monster in question, followed by him instructing some of the others to grab her and haul her back to the kitchen for Grillby. Looking around again and seeing them approaching her, she stuffed her hand into one of her pockets and fished around, searching through the various items inside for a moment before revealing a pocket knife. Unsure of what she might do, some of the monsters around her stepped back, but the one still pulling her hair only growled. Though she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise at the sound, she lifted an arm and made one single, fluid slicing motion with her hand, the blade of the pocket knife slicing through her hair. While she hated having to cut her hair and knew it’d take forever to grow back, she bared her teeth at the large dog monster, her lips curling into a smug grin as she noticed the look of surprise on his face.

Taking advantage of the moment, she darted to the nearest door, fully prepared to run out into the freezing streets and make a mad dash back to her protector’s house. Freedom and safety were so close and within her reach now, but as she whipped the door open and scrambled to get outside, she slammed face first into yet another monster. Letting out a frustrated and startled screech, she began trying to squeeze past them. They simply chuckled, wrapping an arm around her nearly size-zero waist and pulling her flush against themselves. Hearing the chuckle, realization dawned on her; this was her protector. She would be safe now.

She stole a glance up at his face and his scarlet iris flickered briefly down to her, his amused grin shifting into a taut line. Oh, she knew that expression all too well by now.

From that look alone, she knew someone would be hurt today.

Though his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around her, she said nothing, only turning her body slightly and burying her face in the front of his heavily blood stained shirt. The teen whimpered, wordlessly admitting just how scared she really was at the moment. He shifted his focus entirely to the other monsters that were now staring at both of them, and sensing their gaze, the teen whined faintly, her guardian lightly squeezing her in an effort to reassure her.

Thoroughly confused as to why she wasn’t dead yet, someone called out to her protector, “Perfect timing, Sans. Now how about you kill her so we can all eat already?” The skeleton’s normally rough voice held a bitter edge and he practically growled, “She ain’t free game, pal. I’m sorry ta say it, but I won’t be hackin’ this one ta bits for ya.” A crowd was beginning to form now and Adrienne tried to press as close to her friend as she could, wishing everyone would hurry up and leave. She already hated crowds on their own, and knowing that this particular crowd all wanted to see her get roasted alive didn’t exactly make her feel any better. Clearly taken aback, the same monster that’d addressed Sans spoke up again, “Oh really? And why’s that? You never helped the humans that fell before her, so what makes her so special?”

Curiosity piqued, she glanced up at the skeleton again, though he didn’t return the gaze. He just continued staring the other monster down, his iris nearly glowing now from the extent of his agitation, “Because she’s mine. Ya hear me? This little slab a’ meat belongs ta me.” A tiny burst of heat rushed to her face upon hearing his response; was he really claiming her right now? Claiming that she was his, and using his power over the others to coerce them into sparing her? Unbelievable.

Another monster decided to interject, countering Sans’ statement with, “Then how come you haven’t marked her yet?”

Oh boy. Of course someone would ask. Why wouldn’t they? She had no idea what she was expecting, but it clearly wasn’t that. With an annoyed huff, the skeleton spun her around, making sure everyone could see her face as he fired back with another sharp retort, “Heh, funny you should ask. I was on my way home with the intention of doin’ just that, but I guess we won’t have the privacy now. Oh well. All you fuckwits better be watchin’, because I’m only gonna do this once.”

Wait, he was going to mark her? Here? In front of everyone?

Face burning with embarrassment, she dropped her gaze to the floor, letting out a soft squeak as he grabbed the collar of her shirt and jacket and pulled them aside to reveal her shoulder. Not bothering to give any indication of what he was about to do, a faintly glowing blue tongue snaked out of his maw and traced over a very specific patch of her skin. The feeling of his tongue - which consisted solely of highly concentrated magic - on her skin was like nothing she’d experienced before. There was some warmth to it that was followed by a tingle, which was likely caused by the magic itself, and another involuntary whimper slipped past her lips. Her face grew hotter at hearing herself make that sound again, which to her horror, Sans had also heard. It earned a soft chuckle from him and his mandible shifted into a pleased grin.

And then he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.

It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to register what happened, but at the lack of the expected pain, she unconsciously fidgeted. Wasn’t this supposed to hurt?... What was preventing her from being in pain right now? She felt his tongue trace over her skin again, accompanied by more tingling and… numbness? Had he intentionally numbed her shoulder before biting her?

Seeing that he had been true to his word and had in fact marked her, the other monsters quickly grew bored, the vast majority of them also visibly disappointed as they returned to their prior activities. A sense of relief washed over her and she sighed, stealing a quick glance at her friend as he slowly released her. His tongue lingered behind momentarily and lapped up the blood that seeped from the injury, and his voice took a husky tone as he purred, “Ya taste good, kiddo. I think I could get used ta this.” Her already flushed face became a much brighter shade of red than before and she scoffed, refusing to look at him, “Don’t count on it, mister.” “Awe, c’mon Addy. Help me out here… it’s not my fault that ya taste as good as ya look.” Growling softly, Adrienne scrunched her face up into a look of annoyance in hopes of masking her embarrassment as she rolled her eyes, “Pervert.” “No idea what you’re talkin’ about.” “Uh huh, right. I definitely believe that.” He lightly jabbed her side with the tip of a phalange and she squirmed, yelping in surprise. She tried to twist her small frame away from him and he laughed softly, “Whatever. How about we ditch this place and head home now? This bar is no place for a little lady like ya.” Looking back at him over her shoulder, she flicked her tongue at him.

They’d left the bar and began to walk home in uncomfortable silence. The moment they made it back to his house and he’d set her down, she found herself being roughly shoved against the closed front door with one of his large hands catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her eyes widened in shock and she squirmed, “H-Hey, what the hell are you-” Meeting her gaze, the look he wore was enough to silence her, his completely dilated red iris both captivating and terrifying her all at once.

Then he spoke, his gruff voice low, “You disobeyed me, Adrienne.”

Forcing her voice out and reaching nothing louder than a whisper, she frowned, “I… I know I did. I’m really sorry, Sans. I won’t do it again, I swear.” “Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if I didn’t get ta you in time?” “Yes, I do! Really!” “If you knew the risks, then why’d you do it?” Feeling much smaller than before as he continued staring her down, Adrienne sheepishly looked away from him, “There’s just.... Not a lot to do here when you and Paps are gone, and I was bored. I did a bunch of cleaning and reorganizing, and I even tried to fix the TV. I dug through the hallway closet and looked through the games, but do you have any idea how hard it is to actually play a game by yourself and have fun at the same time?”

With his free hand, the skeleton cupped his face, letting a deep sigh, “You risked your life… you risked dying, because you were bored? Am I hearin’ that right?” Feeling guilty, she slowly nodded, choosing to keep her mouth shut this time. Catching her completely by surprise, what sounded like a giggle could be heard, and though it took a moment to fully register, she had a realization that made her blood run cold; the giggle came from Sans.

Nervously lifting her gaze again to look up at him, the only thing that began to pulse within her was regret. Regret that she’d disobeyed him, regret that she went against his wishes, regret that she’d upset him so badly, regret that she even opened her mouth at all to speak to him, and most of all, regret that she’d decided to look at him.

He leaned back the smallest bit, one hand still firmly pinning her wrists above her head. Her eyes widened in complete terror as his giggling began to escalate, growing louder and louder until he was roaring with laughter as blue tinted tears pricked at the rims of his sockets. Not bothering to wipe away the tears, he placed his free hand on his face. His open palm rested on his cheek as he curled his fingers, the first two settling inside his empty socket; judging by the slight movement his arm made, he’d begun lightly tugging on the rim of it. That was never a good sign. Yes, she loved it when he relaxed enough to laugh with her from time to time, but this display right now? This was the stuff of nightmares.

Then almost as quickly as it’d started, his laughter came to an abrupt halt and his wide grin vanished, leaving only a resentful scowl behind in its place. As his focus shifted back to the teen, her heart began to race. She honestly had no idea what he planned to do now. He then began to slowly tighten his grip on her wrists, a soft growl rumbling from within his chest. Paying no attention to the grimace of pain she wore as his phalanges began digging into her skin, he leaned down, the space between them reduced to almost nothing as he hissed, “You’re an idiot. Get out of my goddamn sight, human.” Adrienne opened her mouth to force an apology out but was quickly cut off, crying out in surprise and pain as the skeleton dug his phalanges even further into her wrists and began to break skin. Rolling his single eye light, he scoffed, stepping back and suddenly yanking her to the side, releasing his grip on her wrists in time to make her small body become airborne. With the sound of something cracking and collapsing beneath her, she knew she’d landed at least partially on the coffee table.

Despite the pain that shot through her with even the smallest movement, the cold stare she was receiving from the skeleton was enough to make get back up, her head hung low as her eyes began to water up. Not wanting to show him this weaker, more vulnerable side of herself, she darted up the stairs, her feet padding across the slightly creaky wooden floor for only a brief moment. She then took refuge in the upstairs bathroom, slamming the door shut behind herself and flipping the latch, locking out the world. Trying to force down the very minute amount of guilt that began to bubble up within him, Sans let out an annoyed huff and glanced at the now completely busted coffee table. He was going to have a hell of a time explaining that to Papyrus later.

~~~

What seemed like a century had passed before the youngest of the two skeletons finally returned home, the sight of the smashed coffee table still lying on the floor enough to induce a sense of dread within him. Normally when he came home, his elder brother would greet him, or at the very least, be lazing about on the couch and offer him a half hearted wave that was usually followed by some sort of pun or terrible joke.

But no. Nothing. Sans was nowhere in sight, and neither was Adrienne. This only made Papyrus’ concern grow; he hoped beyond all hope that his brother hadn’t done anything to her.

The tall skeleton let out a soft sigh and crossed the living room. The exhaustion from the long day began to set in as he ascended the stairs, eager to take a shower and change into something more comfortable. He loved his battle body immensely, but sometimes his sore, tired bones made the item feel as though it weighed a thousand pounds. He wished he could simply change his clothes and climb into bed so he could go to sleep, but life wasn’t that simple for him; before he was allowed to relax, he needed to shower and make dinner for his brother and Adrienne, then the teen was to help him clean up the dishes once the three of them had finished eating. After all that, he was to take Adrienne to the backyard to test prototypes for new puzzles and traps. She was kind enough to help him make sure they worked correctly, so he was always vigilant, always watching to make sure she was never injured on any of them. Aside from being a puzzle and trap tester, his rather small human friend also delighted in helping him think of new puzzles, and she even designed some of her own. She seemed to enjoy partaking in games of pretend when they messed around with the action figures he’d collected over the years, and when Sans wasn’t around or flat out refused to do it, she didn’t mind reading to him before he fell asleep each night, either. They’d grown very close, and he cared for her almost as much as he cared for Sans. It was for all those reasons why he promised to protect her; he had to protect her. He’d become used to her presence and had grown to appreciate their friendship very much, and having her as his friend helped fill the void in his soul that was once occupied by the queen herself. He still considered Undyne a close friend, but the way she spoke and treated him now was… Execrable.

As he twisted the knob and nudged his bedroom door open, the scent of blood hit his nasal cavity and he felt his body tense. Gently pushing the door shut behind his massive frame once he’d crossed the threshold, he made his way to his desk and flicked on the small lamp that resided on its far left corner, the light illuminating his multitude of action figures and an old map.

The faint sound of movement caught Papyrus’ attention and he looked down toward the source, almost unable to believe what he was seeing; the human was in his bed, lying on her side and wrapped in his old blankets. An open first aid kit sat on the floor next to the bed, and cloth bandages were wrapped loosely around her slender neck. Her hair, which was once nearly long enough to reach her lower back, was now much shorter; it looked as though it was cut hastily by some sort of blade. While her arms were mostly concealed by the blankets, he could see that her wrists had also been wrapped in bandages, a familiar crimson threatening to seep through the material. As she shifted again in her slumber, her shirt began to slip down her shoulder and revealed another large bandage, more crimson staining the fabric. His brow bones furrowed as he took note of how the crimson staining it formed a half circle… as if the injury was because of a bite.

In his consternation, Papyrus reached out, a single gloved hand settling on her uninjured shoulder. He leaned down, his spine already aching from the awkward angle as he lowered his voice and did his best not to startle her, “Human?... Adrienne? Please, I Need You To Wake Up. Come On Human, Please.” As she slowly began to stir, he fought the urge to scoop her up into his arms and shelter her from whatever had left her in her current condition.

As her eyes fluttered open and she took notice of the skeleton towering over her, all traces of exhaustion vanished and her eyes widened, a sound of surprise slipping past her lips. In her momentary panic, she’d sat up and tried to move away from him, her chest heaving as she drew in one deep breath after another. Papyrus gently shushed her, offering her a weak, apologetic smile, “Hey, Hey, It’s Alright. It’s Just Me, Adrienne. I Didn’t Mean To Startle You, I Swear. I’m So Sorry For Scaring You.”

Registering who was with her, the teen released a deep sigh of relief. She gave Papyrus no time to prepare himself before she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around whatever she could reach before clinging to his battle body. Though he was visibly caught off guard, he delicately encircled her with his arms, one hand finding her uninjured shoulder again before he lightly squeezed, his voice laced with concern, “Adrienne?... What’s Wrong? What Happened To You?”

The only response he received from the girl in his arms was a muffled sob and he frowned, moving his hand from her shoulder to her face. He used his index finger to tilt her head back, allowing him to see her tear stained face, and as her bottom lip twitched and another tear rolled down her cheek, he frowned; normally she was such a strong, upbeat person. To see her this way was heartbreaking.

The skeleton lowered his voice even further, reducing it to a whisper, “Adrienne, Please… Tell Me What Happened. I Want To Help You.” Her lip twitched again and she sniffled, reaching up to wipe her tears away with her sleeve, “I just… Papy… I just wanted to go outside... I just wanted some fresh air… I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Still frowning, Papyrus gently ran his fingers through her hair and tilted his head, his voice remaining low, “What Do You Mean?... Did Sans Do This To You?” Upon hearing the name of the older skeleton brother, Adrienne tightened her grip on Papyrus, her voice beginning to waver as more tears rolled down her face, gathering at her jaw and dripping down onto her shirt, “Papy… I was so stupid. I made him mad at me. I upset Sans.”

Papyrus’ frown deepened; he knew how his brother could be whenever he had one of his episodes, and never in a million years would he wish for anyone to become the recipient of Sans' delirium. The skeleton sighed as he gently stroked the teen’s hair, “It’ll Be Ok, I Promise. You May Stay Here Tonight If You’d Like, And I’ll Be Sure To Speak With Him About This. Do You Think You Could Tell Me Everything, Though? I Can’t Be Of Any Help To You If I Don’t Know All The Details.” With a heavy heart, she slowly nodded and looked up, meeting his gaze, “I… I went outside today... by myself. I went into town, and I went to Grillby’s. It smelled like food in there, and I was so hungry… I thought I’d find something to eat. I kept myself as covered as possible, but I was caught and got grabbed by Grillby,” she paused, visibly ashamed as she gestured to her neck, “…I got burned.”

The skeleton made a soft sound in understanding and nodded, silently asking her to continue, which she did, “Someone else grabbed my hair and I had to cut it to get away from them. Then when I opened the door and went to run outside, I ran face first into Sans. He told everyone there not to mess with me, that I wasn’t free game because I belonged to him. Then he marked me. Right there, with everyone watching. He was a little flirty afterward and he seemed happy enough, so I thought everything was ok, but when we got here, he… he had an episode.”

Papyrus didn’t know what to make of everything he’d just been told; on one hand, she suffered numerous injuries and nearly died, and on the other hand, she was marked by Sans.

Normally whenever a monster marked someone, it meant that they saw that person as their mate and that they wanted to claim them as their own. That they loved that person with every fiber of their body and soul. Being marked also served as a way to protect someone from other monsters, but there had been cases of a mark not being enough to guarantee the safety of a monster's mate.

Being marked was not only a big deal, but it was also something that every self respecting monster knew should be done in private. The fact that Sans marked her in the first place was absolutely astounding, but the fact that he had the absolute nerve to take something that was meant to be special, shared between mates and no one else, and turned it into some obscene gesture that he performed in front of a crowd, undoubtedly humiliating Adrienne in the process… It was unacceptable.

He needed to speak to Sans, and he needed to do it now.

Releasing a deep sigh, Papyrus lifted a hand to idly rub the back of his neck, “I See… I Cannot Apologize Enough On My Brother’s Behalf. I’ll See If I Can Get Anything Out Of Him That Would Explain Why He’d Behave This Way. Hopefully… Hopefully He Doesn’t Clam Up, Like He Seems To Always End Up Doing. Will You Be Alright Here While I’m Away? I Don’t Want To Leave You Alone If You’re Still Feeling A Little Too Overwhelmed And Freaked Out By Everything.” The teen sniffled, absentmindedly wiping her face with her sleeve again as she nodded, “Uh huh… I think so.” Catching the slight uncertainty in her voice, he offered her a reassuring smile, “I’ll Try To Be Back As Soon As Possible, Alright? How About You Pick Out Some Puzzles For Us To Work On When I Return? A Few Good Puzzles Always Help Me Feel Better Whenever I’m A Bit Rattled, So I’m Confident They’ll Do The Same For You, Too!” Adrienne couldn’t help the small smile that curled her lips upward at how eager he was to help her, and she nodded again, “Ok, Pap… that sounds good to me. When you get back, do you think maybe you could help me fix my bandages a little? Some of them are still too loose and I dunno if I missed any little spots anywhere.” Perking up at the request, Papyrus beamed, gently unwrapping his arms from around her and ruffling her hair, “Yes, Of Course! The Great Papyrus Would Be Happy To Assist You, Adrienne!” Letting go of the skeleton, Adrienne smiled up at him; he was such a sweet guy, and despite their circumstances, he was always so optimistic. He still maintained a sense of morality as well, unlike the other monsters. She honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do without him at times.

Reluctantly parting from his small human friend, Papyrus slipped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind himself. Once he was gone, Adrienne sighed, climbing out of his bed and making her way over to a shelf. As she looked over the various boxes and puzzle books, she came to the conclusion that it probably didn’t matter which one she chose; as long as it’d keep her and that goofball busy for a while, it was good enough for her. As she reached out to grab a thick puzzle book, she winced. Her free hand moved to gingerly touch the bandage on her shoulder; at the twinge of pain, her mind drifted to Sans. After earlier, she should’ve learned her lesson and given up on disobeying the very specific rules that her friends had established. She was a curious being by nature though, and she’d be damned if she had to go on without receiving any answers.

Her curiosity and desire to know why Sans would mark her grew even stronger. She grabbed the puzzle book and dropped it on Papyrus’ bed, before peeking out of the room and glancing around the hall. Against her better judgement, she began to search for the pair of brothers. The most logical place Sans would be at this time of night would be in his room, or downstairs on the living room sofa. If those two places weren’t it, then she’d have to check the basement. No biggie. As she tiptoed down the empty hallway, she briefly paused to look over the railing and down into the living room, and found that Sans was nowhere in sight. On her way toward the stairs, she caught the sound of a mumbled conversation through Sans’ closed bedroom door and froze; she knew better than to go into his room without knocking, so she opted to stay in the hall and eavesdrop, rather than barge in on whatever he and Papyrus were talking about at the moment.

Inside the closed off room, Sans rolled his eye light, trying his best to brush off the lecture he was receiving from his younger brother. It’s not like he did anything to Papyrus personally, so he didn’t understand why Pap thought he needed to get involved. Not in the slightest. Completely exasperated with Sans’ stubbornness, Papyrus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh, “Sans, Honestly. You Didn’t Have To Take It That Far. The Poor Girl’s Probably Traumatized And Too Ashamed To Ever Want To Leave The House Again.” Sans grunted, flopping down onto his back on his old, worn mattress, “Remind me how that’s a bad thing again, Pap. So far, I’m not seein’ any problems with it.” The taller of the two inhaled deeply, briefly closing his sockets as he tried to gather his thoughts, “Sans… Brother. I Love You, But What You Did Today Wasn’t Ok. I Don’t Understand Why You’re So Calm And Casual About It.” Gaining a very clearly agitated edge, Sans practically growled, “It’s really fuckin’ simple. If she’s too ashamed ta leave the house, then good! At least she’ll stay put then and save me a lot a’ trouble in the future.”

Not even remotely threatened by his older brother’s tone of voice, Papyrus snapped, suddenly shouting, “LANGUAGE, SANS. MAYBE SHE DIDN’T LISTEN TO YOU, BUT THAT’S NO REASON TO TREAT HER THIS WAY. IT IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT A VALID REASON TO GO AND PUBLICLY HUMILIATE HER, THEN COME HOME AND SCARE HER HALF TO DEATH, EITHER. YOU ALSO BROKE THE COFFEE TABLE, SANS. SOME OF US HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW!”

From her spot in the hallway, Adrienne flinched, her eyes widening. Not once had she ever seen Papyrus so upset that he shouted like this. This was a whole new experience, and she could already say that it was both surprising and terrifying all at once.

The shorter of the two let out an exaggerated groan, beginning to absentmindedly tap the tips of his phalanges on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling, “As far as the table goes, I’ll replace the damn thing if it really means that much ta you. What am I supposed ta do about the kid though? If I really scared her as much as you’re sayin’ I did, then she won’t want anythin’ ta do with me. It’s not like I can just walk up to her and go, ‘hey, you know that day when I got mad at you? I’m sorry and I won’t do it again.’” Papyrus hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Well… A Sincere Apology Is Only Half Of What I Think You Owe Her.” “Yeah? And what’s the other half?” “To Be Completely Blunt About It, She Knows What It Means To Be Marked.”

The older skeleton brother nearly choked on air, his cheekbones dusting a soft shade of blue, “What the hell?… Ok, then… What about it? Everyone probably knows what it means.” “What I’m Saying Is That She Knows Monsters Wouldn’t Mark Anyone Unless That Person Was Tremendously Important To Them, And Unless They Saw Them As Their Mate. Not Only Is There That, But She Told Me That You Were Somewhat Flirtatious Toward Her After The Incident Today At Grillby’s. You’re Sending Some Incredibly Mixed Signals, Sans. She More Than Likely Was Under The Impression That You Have Some Very Strong Feelings For Her, But Then You Came Home And Basically Told Her To Get Lost Before Throwing Her At The Coffee Table. She Has No Idea Where She Stands Right Now. The Other Half Of What You Need To Do Is Be Honest With Her. Tell Her If You Feel Something For Her, Or Tell Her If You Don’t. Just Make It Clear To Her So She Knows What She Is To You.”

Bolting upright into a sitting position, Sans stared up at his younger brother in disbelief, “So you’re suggestin’ that I go confess my love ta her or somethin’? Is that what you’re tryna tell me right now, Papyrus?” “If You Love Her, Then Yes, That Is Exactly What I’m Trying To Tell You.” Pressing his index and middle finger to one of his temples, the older of the two narrowed his sockets, grumbling under his breath, “Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me… this is so stupid…” Taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside Sans, Papyrus arched a brow bone and tilted his head, “Language, Brother… All Of This Might Seem Stupid To You, Maybe, But It’s A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Addressed. If You Really See Her As Your Mate, She Needs To Know. And Hey, It’s Alright To Feel Embarrassed About This Sort Of Thing. It’s Completely Natural. For Starters, Maybe You Could Try To Help Me Better Understand Your Reasons For Marking Her? I’m All Ears! In A... Manner Of Speaking.”

Sans snuck an uncertain glance up at him and let out a deep sigh, leaning forward to cover both eyes with his hands, “...Don’t make me talk about this right now, Pap. Please. I can’t do it. I just can’t, what if I-” Papyrus was quick to wrap his arms around his older brother, lightly squeezing his shoulder, “Sans, No. Stop. You’re Overthinking Again. Take A Deep Breath And Try To Relax. It’s Just Me Here, And If You Preferred That I Don’t Tell Her What You Say, Then I Won’t. You Have My Word. Just Trust Me… That’s All I’m Asking Of You Right Now. Please, Just Trust Me.”

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neowinestainedress · 4 years ago

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DYNASTY ⮚ NCT

BEFORE YOU READ — WARNINGS

Hello, everyone!

I beg you to take some time to read these warnings before going on with the story since there are going to be some important and heavy themes during this journey.

First of all, English is NOT my first language, so there may be some mistakes and also I might mix British English and American English a lot. I try my best since I always hope to get better. If you see any mistake, let me know, politely of course.

WARNINGS:

Getting into the real warnings. Mental illnesses are a big part of this story, such as depression, anxiety, panic and anxiety attacks, and other symptoms. Not all characters sufferer from these but the main ones does and in general, all of them are not in a good state mentally. The most mentioned ones are panic and anxiety attacks (and other things that I made up just for this story that don't exist in real life but are similar, let's say.) There is going to be one explicit and pretty graphic self-harm scene (not described the act, but the aftermath) and in general self-destructive behaviours (taking an excessive quantity of meds, insomnia, some suicidal thoughts and similar). I'm going to put a specific warning on each chapter but still, they are going to be there for at least the first half of the story. If any of this trigger you, I advise stopping reading now. I also want to add that I documented myself using sites that seemed to be reliable sources, but some things might still not be very accurate. Once again, if you see that something is incorrect LET ME KNOW, misinform people is the last thing I wanna do, even if this is just fiction. At the same time, I remind you that I'm not a doctor so my knowledge is limited.

They are all dealing (no, they are not lmao) with past traumas, some of them are more affected, some others don't show it a lot, and others pretend everything is fine while is clearly not.

Some things that you'll find in the story are completely made up (es: memory waves) or taken from the NCTmentary videos. I also documented myself about the sleep stages, but once again, I don't really know if it's accurate. I studied something for an exam that was close to this field but my knowledge is not so big for most of these things to be accurate. Some things are made up for the sake of the story and everything that revolves around "the synchronization of dreams" and the "dream world", so please don't take things too at heart and expect everything to be realistic (or possible), some things are based on real brain function and then changed a little to make the plot possible, and since it's based in the future and they also have special abilities, I think we can let this slide. Also, some other functions of their brains are related to their powers.

I want to specify that sometimes the characters might say something against taking meds or against the things that they should do to try to get better but always keep in mind that it's just their point of you, what THEY say is FOR THEM. Just because the characters think that it DOESN'T mean that I stand by that, I just tried my best to enter their brain and empathize with their suffering and pain and how I built up their characterizations. If you are going through anything similar remember that you are loved and you can always ask for help.

There are also going to be minor violent scenes (fire, physical fights, training with guns, knives, and so on). Most of them are going to be flashbacks and not too explicit, still, I'll also put a warning for this. (excluded for the ones that are simply the training of the Fighters, you'll find out what I'm talking about if you decide to stay). The only explicit scene will be at the end of the story. These scenes might not be realistic but the only ones with amazing skills are the Fighters and there's a reason why. The others have average skills but they are not the ones that take part in this fighting.

As I said in the summary, the story takes place in an imaginary future (3020) so everything is different, use your imagination and think that science and technology made enormous step headed and it won't sound too absurd.

Occasionally is used strong language and profanities, curses, swearing.

There won't be explicit sexual scenes, just two implied. Just like anything else, I'll put a warning anyway.

Sungchan and Shotaro won't be part of this story, because I started it when Nct were still 21 and because I couldn't find a role for them, for now. Also, I don't really know them enough to feel inspired to write for them. Still, that doesn't mean I don't support them or don't consider them part of Nct or anything. Also, not all members are main characters, some are more present and some others are not, but keep in mind that at the end they are made up-characters and not the real NCT, so everything that happens or how often you read about them is related to the characters and not the actual idol. I DO NOT own them and I don't think they would act in the same way they act in this story, it's just fictional.

This should be all with the most serious stuff. There are going to be different couples ( M/F, M/M and F/F) but the focus of the story is not romance. They are just a big family (not blood related before some of you start to scream "INC3ST") and I hope that you'll love them, and their dynamics, as much as I do. I put so much effort and love into this project and I'm so excited to be finally making it see the light. I hope some of you decided to stay.

Also, since it might be hard to visualize everything and to help you with the plot I made a Pinterest board ( @junmoonlight) where you can get to know better the places where the story takes place and the characters. There will be four original females characters. The original characters don't have a fixed face claim so you'll find different people in the boards just to give "the vibe" I think they have. You will also find pictures of them in the next chapter but you can imagine them how you prefer, their features are described in the story as well, anyway. There is also a playlist, give it a listen to get more in the mood of the story. (next chapter) If you don't find them you can go on my Tumblr account and you will find the direct link.

As I already said the story is completed, I'll publish a chapter every week. If I can I'll try to set a day and always post on it, it'll probably be more complicated once I'll start University again / when I'll have exams in September. (I still always check before posting and edit everything just to make sure everything is okay.)

I’m also posting this on wattpad but nowhere else. It’s forbidden to copy or steal my work, so if you see this anywhere else let me know because that’s not me.

That's it, love you all, comments are always appreciated because they motivate a lot and also I'd love to know what you think about the story as it goes on.

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obey-me-fics-n-shit · 5 years ago

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what do you think would be the most embarrassing things the brothers could do in front of mc? and how might they/mc react?

Huh, this one’ll be interesting. It took me awhile longer than I wanted it to, but here it is :D

Embarrassing things the Obey me! Brothers would do in front of mc

Lucifer:

The most embarrassing thing for Lucifer would be anything that tarnishes mc’s opinion of him. He’s the avatar of pride, so his image is everything to him. If some lower demon were to talk to you about all the less-than-savory things he did during (or even after) the war and his fall, telling you “how brave you are for living with the big and scary Lucifer (and his brothers)” Lucifer would be beyond upset. He’d probably want to get angry and make that lower demon pay, but he would hate to prove their point.

He’s been very careful in making sure that the worst thing you think of him is that he’s strict and has a bit of a temper. On the other hand, he doesnt mind as much if you know some of the nicer side of him, but if Diavolo gets talking about some things he’s seen Lucifer do that are ‘too cute’ he will also be embarrassed. Best case scenario in both situations is just to laugh it off and say something like “haha, not the Lucifer I know.” And let it be, it would crush the poor guy if you were frightened of him for any reason.

Mammon:

Mammon gets embarrassed so easy you could do it without trying (and you have) but the absolute worst thing that could happen would be if those witches he made pacts with ordered him around while he was trying to spend quality time with you, or even worse if they ran into you and him on a day out and ordered him around in front of you. In any case where that is to happen the best way to ease his embarrassment would be to get right back to what you were doing before. when he gets back to you, a quick insult thrown the witches way and a peck on his cheek is a sure fire way to help him feel better quickly.

If it was a rough day beforehand and this happens, he’ll need some extra re-asssurance, because the witches interruption with be the cherry on top that ticks him off. To help him in this case you’ll probably need to sit down with him for a second somewhere and reassure him that you understand that when it comes to those witches somethings are out of his control. He’ll grumble and say something along the lines of “nothings out of control for the great mammon,” but after a pause he’ll thank you for being so good to him and then you can go about your day.

Asmodeus:

Asmo has just about zero shame, getting this boy embarrassed is next to impossible, so when you do see him embarrassed it’ll probably be quite a shock to you. It probably happens when Asmo takes you to Majolish and an old flame of his who he left high and dry tries to warn you against perusing a relationship with Asmo while he’s in a changing room. Asmo comes out to model the new outfit he’s trying for you, only to see you practically cornered by that pesky ex of his. Asmo also has the pleasure of hearing you tell them to “piss off asshole” before you turn to see Asmo in his new outfit.

Asmo isn’t so embarrassed that someone he was intimate with found you gave you a talk, it was bound to happen anyway, what Asmo is embarrassed about is how he wasn’t there to help you. He’s also flattered that you stood up for yourself (and him) but it’s also part of what embarrassed him. He knew how you felt about him but this was the first time it really hit him. For the first time in a long time, his relationship wasn’t purely physical. Asmo immediately takes off whatever he tried on, leaves Majolish without buying anything and he’ll spend the rest of the day showering you with affections and letting you know how thankful he is for you.

Satan:

What gets Satan embarrassed in front of mc is when he loses his temper. It happens on a nice day around the House of Lamentation, when Satan has found out that Mammon sold one of his prized first-edition books for some quick cash. Satan had planned to spend a nice afternoon reading it with you but when he couldn’t find it he called a house-wide search for the thing and eventually Mammon got so fed up with the guilt he told Satan. Needless to say Satan blew his lid. Not in a normal ‘I’m so angry get out of my sight in 3..2..1...” kinda-way, but in a “I’m gonnna rip to shreds before you can even make it to the doorway” angry

you’d been told his anger was frightening, but you’d never seen it this bad, Satan had a moment and he saw you out of the corner of his eye and immediately regretted getting angry in front of you. It’s common knowledge that he’s gotten better at controlling his temper but he also promised himself not to get angry in front of you. He’ll go back to his room to calm down. Give him about three minutes before going in there, you don’t have to say anything he’s great full enough to have your company. Once he’s had a good while to gather himself he’ll apologize and its best to give him a reminder that everyone gets angry sometimes, that venting a little is healthy and you’re there for him. I promise you he will be so touched he’ll damn near cry

Leviathan:

Pretty similar to Mammon it’s not hard to embarrass this poor guy. It’ll probably happen when he gets a new package from Akuzon and one of the brothers (probably Mammon) gets the package first and opens it in front of Levi and you at the breakfast table. Now having one of his games opened itsn’t all that bad, but its a dating sim and one look at the main character makes it pretty obvious that they’re a dead ringer for you. Mammon will let out a roaring laughter and shove the game over to Asmo and Satan, who take turns loudly debating wether or not Levi bought the game because the main character looked like you, or if Levi’s dating you because you look like main character. Obviously this is mortifying for Levi, who snatches the game out of Asmo’s hand and rushes off muttering about how he should’ve known better than to let someone else get the mail this morning.

You should let Levi have a good half-hour before checking up on him. Quietly slipping into his room with a bowl of popcorn you can sit down next to him and ask if he’s started playing his new game yet. “Why do you want to know?” Levi’s gonna ask accusingly, letting him know you wanna spend time with him no matter what his brothers say about him and his game, will make him blush like crazy. The absolute best way to get him to forget all about breakfast though would be to ask him if you could stay and watch while he played. (Bonus points if you use watching him play a dating game as a way to give him pointers on wooing you)

Beelzebub:

Beel is too big, too soft, too precious to be embarrassed about anything. Or at least that’s what you thought, but when he caught sight of you in the stands he couldn’t help the blush that formed, his team noticed. Soon enough they started giving him little “oohs” and “ahhhs” and suggestive winks, saying that he should make sure to show off a little extra just for his “beau in the bleachers” you couldn’t see it from where you were but Beel got even redder and tried to laugh it off and back to practicing. Now this wasn’t the first time you’ve showed up to watch Beel practice, but it is the first time he’s known you were in the stands watching. Every time before you’d sat way in the back and watch for a minute or two before going off to do something else. Today you had no other commitments so you thought you’d stay and support him. But pretty early on you noticed he was fumbling more often than the other times you’d watched. You thought nothing of it, maybe it was just an off day, they happened, after all.

After practice when the two of you were relaxing, you brought it up and asked if he had a bad day before practice. Beel immediately reddened up, but had no qualms about explaining his team got him worked up about you being there and he was trying to look good for you but in the process fumbled up during practice. Seeing a blushing Beel is one of the cutest sights, and seeing that he got embarrassed of your behalf because he was trying to impress you is so adorable you cant help but smile really big at him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

Belphegor:

Belphie ended up embarrassed because you had spent a lot of effort into making up a nice night for he and you to go stargazing, but three hours before you were going to set off for your date he persuaded you into a nap. Belphie woke up before you did and when he looked at the time he saw that the two of you were supposed to leave an hour ago. He wanted to go back to sleeping and pretend in the morning like it was a big goof and you could go out another night, but he instead decided not to let all of your hard work go to waste. He softly shook you awake and while you were still recovering from your impromptu nap he had persuaded you to take, he explained that the both of you had overslept. He was so upset and embarrassed that he had ruined the date you planned but instead of you getting upset with him like he expected, you laughed. After you got yourself together you looked at Belphie “you know the starts will still be there even though we slept in, yeah?” Oh. Now Belphie understood why you laughed, but it didn’t really make him feel much better that you laughed about it after he felt so bad.

It’s written all over Belphie face that this whole deal got him upset, so you rolled out of bed, and pulled in your shoes “if we go now we can watch the stars, ill go grab the picnic basket from the fridge and hope Beel hasn’t beaten us to it.” You stopped by Belphie to pull him into a big hug before he got to his feet and joined you to go start your date.

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churchofcaine · 5 years ago

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Storyteller advice: Combat and Movement

So you want to run a combat scene.

You’ve (probably) played other tabletop games and had a good time bludgeoning weird creatures to death. You’ve likely played VtMB and enjoyed the basic gunplay or even the janky melee combat. So you, as the young, naive storyteller crack open your (pre-V5) rule book and suddenly your head explodes with a migraine.

This is because the rules are scattered, the initiative system is crazy complicated, and there are a dozen maneuvers for melee and ranged combat. If you’re a veteran of tabletop games, you may look at some of the melee combat maneuvers and have some questions like “can people attack when grappling?” or “how does someone shoot a gun multiple times in one round?”

Well no worries, because I’m going to explain the combat system to you, why it is bad, and recommend some tweaks.

Combat by the numbers

Everyone involved in combat rolls 1d10+Dexterity+Wits to determine their initiative.

Starting from LOWEST initiative, each character declares what action they will take. You may ready an action to go off when another action occurs, such as dodging an attack.

Characters may move a distant of half of 20 + (dexterity x 3) yards in a turn and still attack.

Each character rolls their Dice Pools (Strength/Dexterity/Manipulation + Whatever) for their action.

If you’re making an attack, you roll Dexterity + Melee/Brawl/Firearms. If you’re doing a melee maneuver, you’re rolling Strength+Brawl generally. These are generally at difficulty 6, which means that a success occurs when your ten sided dice rolls a 6 or higher.

If you’re doing multiple actions you must split your dice pool. In Vampire 20th anniversary edition, this means you take the lowest dice pool of all your actions, and allocate dice to each action. For example, if you’re driving a car and shooting out a window, and your DEX+drive is 6, but your DEX+firearms is 4, you divide your 4 dice between driving and shooting.

If you hit, you roll damage. For melee, roll strength + your additional successes on the attack roll (you only need one success to hit). For guns, add their damage value + additional successes. Maneuvers may or may not do damage but will use the same pool as melee attacks if they do. Some damage may only allow you to roll your Fortitude. This is all at difficulty 6.

If you are hit, you roll to soak the damage. Roll your Stamina + Fortitude (if you have it).

Actions are resolved from the HIGHEST initiative order to the lowest, but all actions occur simultaneously.

Additional Celerity actions occur here.

Storyteller describes what happens dramatically.

The turn ends. Return to step 1.

Why this is a terrible system and you should never use it

There are THREE ROLLS involved for one person taking ONE mundane action. If you’re part of a 5 person group, that is a minimum of 15 rolls before you account for any opposition.

There are too many steps for one turn of combat. This can lead to an entire session being 2 or 3 turns of combat. Boring.

Damage is horribly inconsistent. If you roll a good attack roll, you could roll a terrible damage roll and not do anything. If you roll a good on attack and damage, it can be more damage than even an Elder can soak.

Initiative makes NO sense. The developers seemingly intended for players who did well on their initiative to have foreknowledge of the actions happening around them, but the ability to interfere with other actions is limited. If you go to tackle the guy trying to punch your dainty Toreador friend, he still gets to punch them since actions occur simultaneously.

It is unclear how disciplines can or cannot affect combat. For example, Dread Gaze reduces dice pools, but does it affect the dice pools of the goon shooting at your friend the turn you activate it? Does Shroud of Night increase the difficulty to hit if you’re higher in initiative than your attacker?

A variety of modifiers can change dicepools. Disciplines, firearm maneuvers, melee maneuvers, injuries, and circumstances can add or subtract dice. This can be very difficult to track in addition to figuring out WHEN each addition or subtraction applies.

Soaking is horribly inconsistent. I have been in games were Gangrels high in fortitude and stamina have gotten thrashed due to bad rolls. This more than anything makes players upset because they can never be sure if their “tanky” character is going to be put into Torpor from a bad roll.

Once you’re injured, you’re done. Injury reduces your dice pools, how fast you can move, and how many actions you can take. By default, you can heal only as much blood as you can spend in a round and cannot take any other action while doing so. Rules as written seem to imply injury penalties apply to soak dice as well.

Movement is both too complicated and too lenient. Even a character with 2 dice in dexterity can move 13 yards (39 feet/~12 meters) and attack someone. There is no tactical movement since every character can zip around all but the largest battle maps (If you use that). Injury reduces movement drastically, eventually giving slow static move speeds.

Splitting actions is a mess and never works out well. The game seems to assume everyone will split their dice pools and that’ll somehow balance the game since everyone is trying to dodge and attack. In practice, it’s best to roll your full dice pool on attack and overwhelm the person’s dodge. Celerity where you get either additional dexterity dice or actions, and you completely breaks the combat system by allowing multiple actions at full dice pools.

Recommendations for a more fun and dynamic combat

You do not have to take my ideas as gospel. Take what works for you and your friends, leave what doesn’t.

SOAK LEVELS: A vampire has a static soak rating of their Stamina + Fortitude and an aggravated soak rating of their fortitude. If damage is under half this rating, they take no damage. If it is over half they take 1 damage. If it is over their rating, they take the difference+1 in damage. This makes vampires reliably tough and eliminates an unneeded roll.

ENVIROMENTAL DAMAGE. The only time you should roll soak dice is when damage comes from an irregular source such as sunlight, fire, falling, or the rare electrocution.

TAKE THE INITIATIVE. Initiative is 1d6 added to your static rating in Dexterity and Wits. This makes initiative less swingy and eliminates ambiguity.

MY TURN ON THE TURN ORDER. The first turn in combat, characters declare their actions from LOWEST to highest. Then actions resolve from HIGHEST to lowest. You roll for the action on your turn and any effects are immediately applied. After this first turn, it goes dungeons and dragons style. Highest to lowest, effects immediately occur. Do not re roll initiative.

THROW OUT MOVEMENT. I personally do dramatic movement, where there are no set movement speeds and players move as the drama of the scene allows. Getting shot from a distance? Gonna take a turn or two to get there. See your friend getting beaten through a window? You can jump through the window and risk damage or take a turn to enter the house. Find what works for you and your trope.

LET THEM DEFEND. If a character doesn’t move, allow them the chance to dodge or block if circumstances allow.

INJURIES FOR DRAMA. Don’t religiously observe injury penalties. These should only kick in during significant fights and should be fairly applied. Injuries should never affect soak ratings

WE JUST WANNA SURVIVE. If someone wants to take an action while healing, default rules require a stamina and survival check. Ignore this. Use Willpower instead. Every Vampire has some dots in this, and it allows your thaumaturge some hope once he is hurt.

SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE. To take multiple actions, increase the difficulty of each subsequent action by 1 and reduce the dice pool of each action by the total number of actions being taken. If the dicepool is 0 or less, they cannot take that action. For example, if a character tries to jump a wall, trip a bad guy, and shoot him while he is down, the first action is Dexterity+Athletics-3 at difficulty 6. The second is Strength+Brawl-3 at difficulty 7. The third is Dexterity+Firearms-1 (+2 for shooting at someone prone) at difficulty 8.

GRAPPLING WITH MORALITY. Grapple and hold are two separate actions but have ill defined effects. Hold says they cannot attack and can only try to break the hold, but grapple doesn’t mention that but talks about it doing damage every turn. My recommendation is when you are grappling, whoever rolls higher on a Strength+Brawl does damage to the other and neither person can attack another target until they both stop grappling. Hold restrains a person until they break out, but neither the holder nor the person can take any physical action besides trying to escape

TAKE A BITE. Normally you can bite someone after tackling, grappling, or holding a person. This makes strength builds very one sided, where each turn they’re going to try to tackle and then do a Strength Aggravated damage bite. This is only worse if they also have Celerity and can bite entire rooms to death. Instead, only allow bites after a Hold is established, then another roll to Pin. This at least allows the person being held to escape. Instead a Kiss can be done during a grapple or tackle to drain blood.

#vampire the masquerade #vtm #vampire #vampire rules #v20 #storytelling #anton the lasombra

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Yuma [Manservant Ending]

ー The scene starts with a flashback of a younger Yuma in the city

Lucks: Oi, Bear. If I were to die, you’ll succeed my dream, right?

Bear: Do you...plan on dying or something?

Lucks: Idiot! Who plans their own death? I’m only talking figuratively.

Bear: Your will, in other words? I don’t mind but I’m pretty sure I’ll be long dead before you though?

I’d rather not have you sacrifice yourself for me to survive. That’d be hella lame.

Lucks: Hah! Big words for a coward! Although I won’t stop you if that’s your wish. But you know, Bear.

They say that a real loyal follower considers their Boss’ wishes and tries to fulfill them, you know?

If I die, I want to think deeply of what I would want you to do.

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to Yuma’s room

Yuma: ...

( ...I knew, Boss. You actually never wanted me to inherit your dream, did you? )

( You only said that because you wanted to prevent me following you into the afterlife, didn’t you? )

( If I just lived true to who I am, I’m sure you would have been happy, even if the world didn’t change...However. )

That just isn’t enough for me anymore. ...Boss.

I feel like I’ll lose both you and her if I don’t become Adam. ...And that’s no joke.

That’s why I won’t give up just yet. Even if I’m not qualified...I’ll do anything within my power to become Adam.

By doing so, everything will be mine...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway at school

Yui: Yuma-kun, can I go home now?

Yuma: Aahn? Yeah...

...Oh right, I just remembered somethin’. I gotta go to the teacher’s office today.

Yui: Eh? What did you do!?

Yuma: No mischief. ...Probably. I’ll get it over with in no time, so ya wait here, ‘kay?

Yui: Try and stay calm if possible, okay?

Yuma: I know. See ya.

ー Yuma walks away

Yui: ( Will he be okay...? )

( Yuma-kun has been acting a little off lately, so I’m worried. I hope he doesn’t become irritable like before again... )

Reiji: Excuse me.

Yui: Kyaah...!

Reiji: ...How dare you make such a sound? Utterly shameless.

Yui: R-Reiji-san! Anyone would scream if somebody silently creeps up on them from behind...!

Uhm, are you by yourself?

Reiji: I would like to ask you the same. Is he not with you today?

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: I am referring to your guard dog. Mukami...Yuma, was it?

Yui: Yuma-kun got called by one of the teachers...Did you want to talk to him perhaps?

Reiji: Well, yes...Aah, seems like he has returned.

Yuma: Oi, Sakamaki’s second eldest...The fuck ya doin’ to her?

Reiji: No need to shout at me like that. I have absolutely no interest in this undisciplined mutt. You are the one I want to talk to today.

Yuma: Me? The fuck, you’re bein’ disgustin’. If you’ve got something to tell me, then spit it out already.

Reiji: I would rather not talk to you for too long either, you see...

Yui: ( ...Would it be better if I stepped away? But leaving these two by themselves is a little... )

Yuma: ...Ya can go home first, Yui.

Yui: Will you be okay...?

Yuma: I’m not gonna do anythin’. I don’t sense ill will from this guy either.

Yui: Really...? Well, I’ll go ahead then.

ー Yui walks away

Yuma: ...So, what is so important I had to send her away? If it’s some stupid crap, I’m not even gonna bother listenin’.

Reiji: Rest assured then. I am sure you will be very much interested in what I have to say.

You came to ask us before, did you not? ...Regarding Shuu.

Yuma: Yeah...Is that dude even comin’ to school? I haven’t been able to get a hold of him.

Reiji: I can only assume he’s been wandering around in search of a quiet spot. Looking for that guy is a waste of your time.

Therefore, in place of my lazy older brother, I was thinking of giving you an answer to all of your questions instead.

Yuma: ...Unfortunately for ya, it’s somethin’ ya wouldn’t know.

Reiji: No, I am very much aware. About what you want to ask Shuu. ...As well as who you really are.

Yuma: ...!

Reiji: I shall tell you everything you want to know. Well then...Where should I start...?

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Mukami manor

Yui: ( ...Yuma-kun’s late. )

( I wonder what Reiji-san wanted to talk about? )

( Seeing as Reiji-san actually went out of his way to come see him, it definitely isn’t just a trivial matter. )

*Thud*

Yui: ( Ah, seems like he’s back...! )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Yui: Welcome back, Yuma-kun. That sure took a while.

Yuma: ...

Yui: Yuma-kun?

Yuma: ...!

...Why the fuck are ya here...?

Yui: What’s wrong? ...Did something happen?

Yuma: ...No, nothin’ really.

Yui: But you’re drenched in sweat. Your complexion looks pale too...

Yuma: Shut up! I said it’s nothin’!!

Yui: Sorry...

Yuma: ...Che, Imma hit the hay.

ー Yuma walks away

Yui: ( Yuma-kun...? )

ー The scene shifts to Yuma’s room

*THUD*

Yuma: ...Fuck...

Did that guy really...? (1)

...I’ll never forgive him.

ー A flashback ensues

Ruki: ...Judging by your reaction, seems like you have realized as well. Yuma. ...That we are unable of becoming Adam.

Yuma: ...

Ruki: I am fairly certain that...only those who inherited that man’s blood, the Sakamaki brothers, are valid candidates to become Adam.

Yuma: ...So ya want me to give up? On my dream? On becoming Adam? ...And her as well?

Ruki: ...In the end, we are nothing but frauds. With our second-rate bodies (2), we aren’t qualified. ...That’s just our fate.

Yuma: Hah. So what? We’ve basically been used as convenient test samples? (3)

Ruki: We simply were not strong enough to defy destiny. Don’t put it like that. You owe him your life as well, don’t you?

...Eve will one day choose her Adam. No matter who Yui chooses, it will be her blood making the final decision.

When that happens ーー Yuma, you should do the noble thing and back off. As a way of returning the favor to him.

ー The flashback ends

Yuma: ...I won’t give up.

I have to become Adam and fulfill Boss’ dream.

I’ll crush the filthy rich, and change this rotten world.

...I won’t let her choose Shuu.

I definitely won’t let that guy who stole everythin’ I held dear away from me, become Adam...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the library at school

Yui: Haah...

( I’m a little shaky on my legs...I guess that’s to be expected. Every time he sees me, Yuma-kun sucks my blood. )

( I’ve been instinctively trying to avoid him, knowing that my body won’t last at this rate. )

( ...Ever since he talked to Reiji-san that day, his behavior has taken a turn for the worse. )

( He sucks my blood at any given opportunity...And he’s back to being violent like before as well. Even though he had grown gentle as of late. )

( I guess Reiji-san must have told him something back then after all? However, he won’t tell me even if I ask... )

ー She grows dizzy

Yui: ( ...I’m feeling faint again... )

*Thud*

Shuu: What are you doing?

Yui: Shuu-san...

Shuu: If you’ve got the time to be surprised, could you please stand up...? You’re heavy.

Yui: Ah, my ba...

H-Huh? I can’t get up...

Shuu: ...Can I drop you?

Yui: P-Please wait! At least do it slowly...!

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yuma: Che...That damn Sow. Where is she hidin’ behind my back...?

I gotta suck her blood before it restocks...

...If her blood is what chooses Adam, I just gotta make sure she’s runnin’ dry at all times.

Right, Ruki? ...Hehe, aren’t I a genius...?

Hehe...Hehehe...

ー The scene shifts back to the library

Shuu: Haah...I shouldn’t have come here. I just know I won’t be able to sleep in peace since you’re here, what a pain.

Yui: Sorry...

Shuu: ...The other one isn’t around today, huh? Did you finally get tired of him?

Yui: That’s not it...

Shuu: Well, I don’t really care...So, when can I let go of your hand?

Yui: Ah...Sorry. I think it should be okay noーー

*Thud*

Yui: ...!

Yuma-kun!

Shuu: ...See? It got noisy.

Yuma: ...Doin’...?

Yui: Eh?

ー Yuma suddenly punches Shuu

*THUD*

Yui: Shuu-san!!

Shuu: ...Ow...

Yui: What are you doing, Yuma-kun!? Suddenly punching him like thatーー!

Yuma: Shut up!!

*Rustle*

Yuma: Stand, ya bastard!!

*THUD THUD*

Shuu: Ugh...

Yuma: You’re gonna take away what’s mine again, huh!? Aah!?

*THUD THUD*

Yui: ...Cut it out, Yuma-kun!!

*Rustle*

Yui: I’m begging you...!

Yuma: Don’t touch me!!

*THUD*

Yui: Uu, ah...!

*THUD*

Yuma: Did ya think I wouldn’t hit a chick? Hah. You’re too naive.

Yui: Yu...ma-kun...

Yuma: Just wait there, Sow.

You’ll have my full attention once I’m done disposin’ of this piece of shit...Hehe...

Yui: ( ...Yuma-kun... )

*THUD THUD THUD*

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Yuma’s room

*Creaak*

Yuma: Aah, I’m beat...

...My hands sting...

...

...I’m done.

I’m tired of...punchin’...

...Sleepy...

ー He dozes off

Yuma: Aahn...? Why the fuck is it so hot...?

ー He wakes up to find his room burning

Yuma: Aah...?

...Hah...This dream again, huh? It’s been a while...!

But ya know...Too bad! I already remembered everythin’!

I’m no longer scared of this! Show it to me all ya want!

...After all, I no longer have anyone important left in my life.

ー The scene shifts to the Mukami manor burning from the outside

???: ...Amidst the orange-colored flames, the young boy cries all by himself.

He lost the two things dear to him, so he weeps in solitude.

...This sure brings back memories.

...Fufu...Hahahaha!

ーー This time we shall bid farewell once and for all. ...Edgar. (4)

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The sentence cuts off here, but I assume the full sentence would be ‘Did that guy really kill my family’?, implying that Reiji lied to Yuma, telling him that Shuu is the one who set the village on fire.

(2) Ruki refers to the four of them as ‘picked up’ or ‘plucked off the streets’.

(3) 当て馬 or ‘ate-uma’ refers to a stallion which is used to test a mare’s readiness to mate.

(4) The audio is very faint here, but if you listen closely, you can hear Reiji say ‘Edgar’. In the written dialogue, it is replaced by ‘...’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #more blood #diabolik lovers translation #mbyumaending2

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mental-mona · 4 years ago

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So You've Just Been Diagnosed With a Chronic Illness - an Orientation

So you've just been diagnosed with a chronic illness, huh? Welcome to the club; there are a lot of us here! I wouldn't presume to guess what your exact illness is, but most of us have some kind of fatigue and physical and/or mental pain going on, so that seems like a safe bet. Since you're new here, I thought I'd give you some idea of what to expect and what to do as you battle your illness.

First and foremost, accept it. Life is not going to be the way it was before. You will always either have some kind of symptom or be on the lookout for signs of a flare/episode. I'm not going to tell you to "suck it up, buttercup" because that would be neither useful nor fair, but you do need to grieve your past life in your own way and then look toward your future life with this condition. It really is a process of grief - the whole idea of the 5 stages of grief is nonsense, but whatever grief looks like to you, this will be a form of it. You had this whole, lovely, capable life before, and now…what? You have no idea, and it's scary, and most likely right now life is pain. It's a tangible loss, and that fact shouldn't be denied. You need to mourn for the life you had, but you also need to accept that this is your new reality and not keep trying to do things you can't or shouldn't. It's frustrating as hell, but sometimes you'll find yourself simply unable to do something that you used to do without thinking twice about it. Feel that frustration, then accept it and learn to work with it. Your job depends on computers but your wrists are killing you? This is why wrist braces and ergonomic mouse pads exist. Can't see the screen in its default state, or its default state is so bright that it gives you a headache? This is why it's possible to mess with the brightness and contrast settings on your computer. Whatever your problem is, there's probably a workaround or something that will at least temporarily relieve the symptoms. You've got this.

Ok, so whatever you have isn't curable, it can't be treated well enough that you'll have an overall good quality of life, and/or it's degenerative? When you've reached a point where it becomes clear that basic workarounds aren't going to cut it, it's time for some planning. Do you need someone to help you with your job? Transportation? Basic tasks? Who do you think should help you, and how? Obviously you don't want to think about being debilitated, but I'm afraid you're going to have to swallow your pride here lest you find yourself stuck without a way to get to a doctor appointment, or worse, stuck in bed with no one to feed you and help you get to the bathroom without falling over. Again, the goal is to accept your illness and work with it. I'd give you more concrete suggestions, but I don't know your precise condition nor would I presume to ask.

Ok, now let's discuss how to live within your new, more limited reality until you adjust to whatever its default state ends up being. The first thing you need to do is find a doctor who specializes in whatever system of your body is a problem, preferably one with specific expertise on your condition. There may be paperwork to fill out before your initial visit - pages and pages of it - but hopefully the results will be worth it. You need to develop a working rapport with your doctor; don't forget that unless you live in an area with really crappy healthcare or you have really crappy insurance, you can always "fire" your current doc and find someone you like better. There is no good reason to put up with a doctor who doesn't listen to you and/or has a God complex if you don't absolutely have to.

Once you've found a specialist whom you feel listens to you and whom you can work with, it's time to discuss what you want to tackle first. Which symptom(s) you find most bothersome may determine which medication or therapy the doctor tries with you first. Then it's time for an unpleasantly prolonged game of "Symptom or Side Effect?" as your body keeps doing weird new things and you keep talking to your doctor. That patient information they give out with every drug they dispense at the pharmacy is your friend; at the bare minimum look at the parts about side effects so that you can at least make an educated guess in the game, and if it seems like the med is doing something nasty to you then your doctor can change it. Unfortunately there is no magic pill that will fix all of your issues with no side effects; the question is more the pro/con ratio. The med's doing wonders for one symptom but now you can't pee? Nope, sorry, that's not acceptable. (Yes, side effects can be that weird; let's just say that that example was not pulled from thin air.) The med doesn't seem to be doing anything particularly bad, but doesn't seem to be doing anything particularly good either? Also not acceptable. The med's making your illness better but now you're always tired? Up to you whether that's acceptable; if it is, great, and if not, hopefully your doctor will have something else up their sleeve.

Depending on your illness, until you and your doctor get your symptoms under control and figure out what normal looks like for you, you may unfortunately find yourself spending a lot of time in the ER as well as the doctor's office. There may be no help for it; some diseases cause emergencies when they're out of control, plus it can take time to learn to differentiate between "normal" pain and "something's really wrong" pain. If either of those is the case for you, life is going to be really hard for a while. I wish I could tell you otherwise, but there's simply no sense in sugarcoating it. You may become a bit of a hypochondriac, but your body and/or brain doing all sorts of weird new things is bound to have that effect on you. Eventually you'll learn what "normal" looks and feels like, and until then all of your "but this shouldn't be…what if…?"s are understandable.

Now let's talk about something really evil that happens to the members of this club: the societal expectation that you will either die or permanently get better, and if you claim to be able to do x one day but not another day then you're malingering. This is total malarkey and we both know it, but it apparently seems to be a common attitude toward the disabled and chronically ill. You may have gotten it so much that you've internalized it; if that's the case, mentally take a step back and remind yourself that you are not faking, you are not just looking for attention, and that your energy and ability levels vary day by day and you simply have to work with that or suffer even worse consequences later. Read about spoon theory for more on the whole energy thing, and I've posted a few other compositions (which I will soon be editing and reposting) for you to read and share with your loved ones if you so choose.

Speaking of loved ones, now is the time to refine communication with them regarding your needs. If they're micromanaging you with "Should you really be eating that? Have you taken your meds today? No, you know you can't do that. You know you need to do this symptom-relief thing" type things, that's probably getting really annoying. Remember, their hearts are in the right place, and they may even be right about whatever they're saying. However, tone and expression matter; there's a world of difference between "I seem to recall the doctor saying that you shouldn't eat that" and "Don't eat that;" between "Have you taken your meds?" and "Consider this a reminder to take your meds if you haven't yet;" between "Do this to relieve your symptoms" and an implicit "we know x works for you" along with an explicit "Have you tried x to relieve your symptoms today?" Basically, the difference is command vs. suggestion. Most people respond much better to suggestions and relatively hands-off reminders than they do to commands and reminders that seem to come with the assumption that you're a forgetful idiot. It's a thin line and a hard one to walk, but if you give them some feedback eventually your loved ones should get the hang of it. (Also, if you really are going against doctors' orders, then perhaps you actually do need to listen to the annoying things your loved ones are saying!) As for all the "Hey, I read this article about something resembling your condition; could you have the rare thing I just read about/could this new treatment I just read about help you" nuisances directed at you, they are actually expressions of love and concern. If they're really annoying then tell everyone to just buzz off, but your better bet is to smile, glance at the article or whatever to see if there really is something of value there, and if there isn't then just quietly get rid of the article and dismiss the advice.

Anyway, that pretty much concludes your orientation; if you have any more questions feel free to ask someone in the chronic illness club or consider joining a support group for your specific condition, and good luck!

#chronic condition #chronic illness #chronic illness 101 #orientation #so you've just been diagnosed #new diagnosis #long post #text post

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mongooseblues · 4 years ago

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Grapes and rainbows for Cal, snowman and masks for Scotty!

Gladly 💕 the gladliest 💕

🍇 Would they ever let somebody else take care of them?

Cal will literally let anyone take care of him and will express gratitude one would think disproportionate for every single gesture.

🌈 Is there anything they enjoy about being unwell?

Similar answer actually! Caretaking is one of Cal’s love languages, and being on the receiving end of it makes him feel profoundly loved, so when he does that’s a huge silver lining to being sick. Depending on the level of care he might even say it makes it worth being sick.

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He reacts as if some hot water and a tea bag is the world’s most thoughtful gift—shining eyes and sniffly sentimentality and “Aww… that’s so nice of you.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“What, the tea?”

“The attention. Being fussed over.”

An impish grin as he lowers his face to the steaming mug with a “Maybe…”

⛄ Would they have enough sense to wrap up warm while ill, or would fashion win out?

Scotty dresses pretty practical in general most of the time and sweatshirts and a leather jacket are more or less their personal uniform in the colder months. That being said, that is not always warm enough and they are very unlikely to alter what they would usually wear on account of illness. Scotty gets sick a lot (due primarily to smoking and kissing strangers) and they don’t really change their routine or behavior or think about it too much when they do.

❄️ Do they tend to feel too hot or too cold when they’re not well?

They’re more likely to feel chilled. And yet ^

This is how good Scotty is at taking care of themself: They once said yes to a flu shot at a CVS, got rung up for it, showed their insurance card, the works. Then they asked how long it would take, the pharmacist said “30 minutes,” they said “Oh okay,” and promptly left.

[ EDIT: Wow I have terrible reading comprehension. Snowflakes were not even involved in this ask. Masks were involved. I did not include that. I will do that now. ]

🎭 Are they ever able to hide their illnesses from others?

Honestly other people are probably better at detecting when Scotty’s sick than Scotty is.

#answered asks 💕#Cal #Scotty

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lilydalexf · 5 years ago

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Marasmus

Marasmus only has a handful of fics left at Gossamer, but you can find more X-Files fics at AO3 (as finisterre). Some of my favorites of her stories I've recced here before, including one of the most clever fics you could read, Cellphone (here at AO3), and the lovely, London-set A Candle for Katherine (here at AO3, bonus commentary at LJ). Big thanks to Marasmus for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Mine, yes, older XF in general, no — some of that stuff is amazing. Though I wonder how well fandom operates now there is not a plethora of rec sites. I know of yours and one more Tumblr blog and that’s it. I find it really difficult to find good stories in any fandom unless someone whose taste maps to mine recommends something.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I look back on it fondly, but it was one of the first things that really hammered it home to me that every grouping throughout life follows the pattern of school.

A lot of people are really talented and funny and kind. Then there are absolute ego-rampaging nightmares who act like lady bountiful in public but do cruel things in private, or chuck their toys out of the pram at the least provocation.

And like school, fandom brings together a disparate group of people who you’re friendly with, but once you leave, the ones you stay in touch with are your friends.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Thank God.

I watched the show pre-widespread internet and mostly when I had almost no money. I didn’t have regular internet access until the third season, and that was only at my incredibly conservative workplace. I didn’t get home internet access until midway through season six. You couldn’t download episodes easily, you couldn’t stream, you just had to wait until it aired overseas. I decided I didn’t care if I was spoiled and that worked for me. In fact for some particularly annoying episodes, I was glad.

I was a newsgroup and mailing list sort of person. Never really did message boards unless a newsgroup counts, though I had a Haven account.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Mostly, how talented people are. I know some are now professional writers, but so many people who didn’t do it as anything but a hobby were also amazing.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I always liked science fiction, oddness and urban legends, so it was kind of made for me. But it was the relationship between Mulder and Scully that kept me around, and after season six, it was the fandom that kept me around. I loved Scully in particular, cos let’s be honest, Mulder can be kind of a twerp at times.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I hung out on alt.tv.xfiles.analysis (a newsgroup), which was one of the smartest boards I’ve ever been on. The threads were full of well-read, erudite people. That led to a site which collated reviews of XF episodes. They mentioned alt.tv.xfiles.creative, and I got there the summer after Gethsemane, which was pretty optimal timing.

I’d take floppy disks into conservative workplace and quietly download the most gloriously filthy fanfic onto them for reading at home on my ancient second-hand Mac.

After that I joined Scullyfic, a mailing list, which was a lovely place to hang out for a while, and got stories through a couple of other mailing lists.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

Like my relationship to ice hockey: glad that activity exists and that some people enjoy it, but not watching and not involved myself.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Reading, yes, and writing the odd bit of feedback, but any other fandom involvement didn’t really take. I’ve never found a bunch of people I liked as well as I liked some of the people in XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I am usually more interested in female characters than male ones (the Doctor, Mulder and Jack O’Neill notwithstanding), which is why I only read a bit of m/m slash. I usually develop a perverse dislike for any woobie the fandom loves.

Some favourites are: Samantha Carter and Jack O’Neill, Granny Weatherwax, Furiosa, everyone from The Good Place, Donna Noble, Sarah Jane Smith, Martha Jones and Yasmin Khan, Maia from The Goblin Emperor, Cordelia Naismith and Miles Vorkosigan, General Leia Organa, Rey and Finn, and lately all of The Old Guard, even Booker...

I like nerds, pining, best friends discovering feelings for each other, second chances, redemption narratives, people being sneaky for good ends and stoics who stay stoic through all kinds of misery, only to crack and start crying when they get a happy ending.

Basically, you know Eleanor at the end of the Emma Thompson Sense and Sensibility? That.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

No. I had about four years there where I made up stories about Mulder and Scully on any commute where I’d forgotten a book, but that’s gone now. I watched two episodes of the revival, but it wasn’t for me.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I occasionally wander in and read a bit on AO3, but nothing that deals with anything past season seven. Not interested in William, not interested in domestic fiction, not even interested in post-col any more, which was 100% my crack during XF fandom days. I did read By the Dim and Flaring Lamps [Lilydale note: by @sunflowerseedsandscience] earlier this year. Love a bit of AU historical.

I read lots of different fandoms, though I am between intense enthusiasms at the moment, which always feels a bit odd.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Yes, but they’re all about 20 years old. Is there such a thing as fandom classics any more? There used to be a litany of stories that ‘everyone should read’. I wonder how well they hold up now.

I think there are waves of writers who come into a fandom and then leave again: I think I was part of a second wave, with the first wave being Mustang Sally, RivkaT, Karen Rasch, Lydia Bower, Nascent etc.

Then there must’ve been a third wave for the revival (and mini-waves in between). I don’t know that group of writers, so I am probably leaving out people who are really good.

One of my favourite Scully voices is Five Years and One Night [Lilydale note: by Shalimar], because of the contrast between her inner monologue as written and how little she actually says.

I really like quieter, thoughtful authors like Michelle Kiefer, Cecily Sasserbaum, Scullysfan, Cofax, Anjou, Maria Nicole, Kipler. Love everything Kel ever wrote.

At one point there were also about three authors called Rachel who were knockout. I like to think Rachel Howard is writing professionally because it’s a waste of talent if she’s not. Rachel Anton had a crazy gift for pacing and wrote a good Krycek.

I really liked Branwell’s strange AU novels, which riff off The Field Where I Died (a wretched episode but so much good writing came from it.) [Lilydale note: Condemned to Repeat It by Branwell is a really long story involving The Field Where I Died.]

Everyone who is reccing other people’s stuff here is also a good writer. (and their taste in recs is — mostly — excellent): http://www.thebasementoffice.com/museaxfnet/museans/TitlesAF.html

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I like The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow. I loved trying to work out the timelines. I like the one about airships and cross-dressing which only exists on my iPhone and in my imagination right now.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Only an AU, if ever. I am completely at sea with canon.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

In my head. Mostly AUs. Everyone has daemons! It’s an airship! They’re exploring space! It’s mediaeval Slovenia!

Most of my creativity is sucked away by work. Which is good I suppose, as writing fanfic never paid my Netflix subscription.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

Reading long-form journalism and non-fiction books.

What's the story behind your pen name?

Well, I changed mine. The first one was picked out of a magazine article about Branwell Bronte, and I liked the shape of the word. Then I got to feel uncomfortable with it because it was a real illness that made people suffer. The current one comes from the shipping forecast when I was a kid.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

No, and also absolutely not. Over my dead body. Over YOUR dead body.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I took my stories off Gossamer but I don’t remember why. They’re on AO3 now and there are probably stray copies on some archives out there.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

I have made all of these mistakes. All of ‘em.

— On no account offer unsolicited concrit. In fact, do not provide concrit EVEN IF THE PERSON ASKS FOR IT, unless you know them reasonably well and it’s in private.

— Avoid the wank. If you have the perfect riposte to something awful, write it and file it to drafts for two days. If you still want to send it after that, godspeed.

— Write anything you want, and when you start keep going. You can edit later.

— Never put any story into the public sphere unless you’ve had a second pair of eyes on it, preferably the eyes of someone who is willing to say “are you SURE about that?”

Finally, just have fun. Being in the grip of love of story is a wonderful thing, and you never know how long it will last.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 29, 2020)

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #xf fanfic author interviews #marasmus #finisterre

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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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Making Amends

Chapter 18 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: I’m going to try and start editing and publishing 2 chapters a week (Next will be out Thursday as we are away this weekend for my LO’s birthday) as I have 6 drafts in ATB and 3 drafts in Addicted to You (Series 2 of ATB) Obviously if you wish to stop reading after series 1 I completely understand just let me know if you like to be untagged. Now offence taken. I hope you like it.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & Little Angst.

Word Count: 2608

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Laila just sat and listened to Zeppy for over an hour "Do you want my honest opinion?" Laila stokes her hair, she nods "I think you need to put yourself first, not your Mum, Dad or even Jade....You! If that means cutting Vicky out of your life then so be it"

She sits up "But Mum...Jade says you should forgive people's mistakes!" Laila hands her a tissue from her dresser "But you can only give someone so many chance. I get she is your Mum, but sometimes we give family more chances than we do anyone else and they expect it" Zeppy sighs knowing Laila is right.

There's a light knock on the bedroom door, Nate pokes his head in "Everything OK?" he asks, Zeppy smiles then looks at Laila "Yeah, Auntie Leia gave me some advice" Laila gets up "Why do you tell your Dad about it? I'm going to head home. If you need me just give me a call" Zeppy nods as Nate walks further into the bedroom "Thanks!" Nate smiles at her.

She says her goodbyes and makes her way home.

~*~*~*~

A few days later Laila is at work, she has clients back to back. Daniel just sends each one through, she's cleaning her hair clippers when the next client comes over and takes a seat. "Hey, I'll be with you in a minute," she throws over her shoulder not even looking at her client "OK, take all the time you need" he says in a cheery tone.

She knew that voice, they hadn't spoken since the incident in his flat, she turned "Rem? What are you doing here?" he offers her a regretful smile, "I know I had an appointment tomorrow after you finished work, but I didn't think you would turn up, so I rang up the salon booked myself in for today. Plus, I wanted to apologies for how I acted the other day, I was out of line...way out of line! I hope you'll accept my apology and if you feel the need to you can take it out on my hair I will happily accept if it means you will forgive me!"

Laila laughs at him as she throws the gown over him and wrapping her arms around him "Look, I understand you were upset, so there's nothing to forgive!" he smiles up at her in the mirror "Thank god!! I've hated not having you to speak to...You know its hard to get advice when the person you always go to for advice is the one you need advice for! Alec put me in my place soon after you left!"

She laughs, "Rem!! I don't want to know what you get up to!" she jokes making him chuckle. She feels like a weight has been lifted, she has her best friend back. She curious to know what he's going to do about Melissa, but she's too scared to ask because she doesn't want to upset him. "I can see your mind ticking over, I've known you too long to know when your thinking about something"

"Rem...." he smiles, but rolls his eyes, "You want to know what I'm going to do about my mot..I mean Melissa!" he raises a brow at her "I'll meet her, but just once to see what she wants and that's it! Can I ask you something?" she nods at him "Do you think she's serious?" she lets out a breath "She said her friend suddenly died and it made her realise, if that was her...her kids wouldn't be at her funeral. I think she wants just wants a chance. She seemed upset she didn't know you had gotten married. It's weird after I left yours the other day I went to Nate's and while I was there I was trying to convince Zeppy to stop giving Vicky anymore chances"

"Oh? What's happened with Vicky?" Laila shook her head "What's always up with her!"

"Oh, poor Zeppy! Why won't Vicky learn?! She won't stick around if she's on the gear again!" Laila starts trimming his hair "I know, but they say addiction is an illness" Rem's shook her head "We can only hope Zeppy has taken your advice and it makes Vicky realise what she could lose" Laila nod "Hmm..can only hope"

Later that evening.

Laila is putting the finishing touches to her makeup when her buzzer rings. She knew it was Harry, so she buzzes him up and leaves the front door open and runs back to the bedroom to finish up. "Gorgeous?" he calls out "In the bedroom" she calls back.

He pokes his head through the doorway "Are you ready?" he smiles at her "I think so. Do I look OK?" she is wearing a khaki cut off sleeved shirt dress which wasn't long enough to wear without bottoms, so she picked a pair of black trousers and gold and black wedge sandals. "You look perfect," she was nervous he could tell especially considering the last time she had seen Colin and Rose she had called him a miserable old git.

They had made a mends after that, but she still felt incredibly nervous, but this belated birthday meal was Colin's idea. She looks over herself in the mirror one last time, Harry steps behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist and kisses her bare shoulder "No need to be nervous! He knows not to say anything out of line again, but if he does believe me...I won't stand for it" she smiles at his reflection in the mirror before turning in his arms.

"Oh, guess who came into the salon today?!" he knew who by her smile, but he wanted to tease her "Antony Joshua?" she laughs, "No! Rem!" she's beaming "I take it you two have made up then?"

"Yep, all made up!" he kisses the top of her head "Thank god for that," he chuckles "Ready to go?" he asks her "I think so!" he takes her hand and they make their way to the restaurant in Harry's car.

When they get to the restaurant Colin and Rose are already there as they approach the table Laila takes a deep breath "Laila, Harry" Rose gets up from her seat hugging them both "Hi Rose.." "Mum, little too tight!" Harry jokes as she lets go and they all take their seat "Dad" Harry nods at Colin "Colin, Hi!" she smiles "You alright?" he asks them both. "Yeah, thanks, you?" Laila asks her nerves are still going a hundred miles per hour.

"Great! Thanks! How was your birthday? Oh, and Happy belated Birthday!" he says. Laila's thrown he is completely different from the last time they saw him "Happy birthday!" Rose says as she passes over an envelope "Thanks, yeah it was great thanks! Better than I could've imagined" she's cut off by Rose "What did Harry get you?"

Laila's hand automatically goes to her locket, Rose leans over to take a closer look, "Can I open it?" she asks "Yeah, of course" Rose flips it open and coos at the picture "Aww, that is an adorable photo of you both!" Colin leans over to have a look "It's a good one" he comments.

They both sit down "Open your card!" Rose tells her. Opening the envelope and folded up bit of paper falls out, inside it reads:

To Lovely Laila,

Happy Birthday!

We hope you had a great day!

Love Rose & Colin x

P.S. We didn't know what to get you, so we thought this might be nice for you both to enjoy. x

Opening the folded paper its a photo of an old cottage, she looks up at Rose and Colin confused, Harry, take the paper from her to take a closer look, "What's this?" Harry asks his parents "So we didn't know what to get you, so we thought maybe you to might like a free week away in our little cottage in the Cotswold's. Obviously you two can chose any week you want just let us know a few weeks ahead! Harry, don't go telling your brothers or sister!"

"Why?" he chuckles "Because they will all want a week there and I don't trust they won't trash the place" Colin shook his head "I promise we won't trash the place and thank you that's so thoughtful!" the waiter comes over to take their drinks order, Harry leans in close enough so only she can hear "Can't say the same about the bed" he whispers making her blush.

After the starter Rose and Colin are telling them all about their time away in Rome "You have to take Laila there one day!" Rose tells her son. "It's beautiful! Laila, I keep meaning to ask do you cut men's hair?" Colin surprisingly asks her "Yeah, I do"

"She's my hairdresser now" Harry winks at her "Great, do you think you could fit me in?" Colin looks over to her "Erm..yeah, sure when are you free?" She's not sure if this is a joke or not but Colin has done a 360 since the last time. "Weekends probably work out better for me"

She smiles "I work every other Saturday in the salon, but I can come to you if it's easier?" She asks him nervously "3 weeks from now work? At our house?" Laila pulls out her phone that's Saturday is her weekend off "Perfect, any time preference?"

He checks his phone "Shall we say 11 AM then we'll do lunch?" Laila can't quite believe he's asking her to do his hair "Yeah, that would be great!" she's still taken aback by it. Maybe this is him trying to build bridges? She thought.

"Laila?" she hears someone call out from behind him as she looks up, it's Lou, she smiles and gets up to greet her "Lou, how are you?" she asks as she hugs her. Laila's happy that they're at this point.. 6 months ago, Laila could never imagine even looking in Lou's direction, let alone hugging her "Sorry, Louise, this is Rose and Colin, Rose and Colin this is Louise and obviously you've met Harry, they're his parents"

"Oh how lovely to meet you!" Louise smiles "And you!" Rose says as Colin just smiles at her "Laila, you wouldn't mind coming over to our table and saying hello to Steve would you? He'd love to see you!"

"Oh..erm OK!" she looks at Harry "I'll be 2 minutes!" he winks back at her. She felt a bit nervous she hadn't seen Steve in years because she thought it was best to stay away after everything happened considering she might have just let it slip to him out of anger, but now was different she understood why Lou did what she did it. Which was all thanks to Harry, in some ways she had changed for the better because of him, he had made her more forgiving.

Now, instead of blaming her, she gratefully Josh's last day's weren't his worst days. She had seen how cancer can change someone with her Grandad Carelli, he went from running every day with his granddaughter to being to weak too lift a fork.

As they approach the table Steve looks up noticing Laila his face lights up "Laila! Oh wow! It's so good to see you!!" he beams at her.

She smiles back at him.

Back at their table.

Colin looks to where Laila is "Who is this Louise to Laila?" Rose looks over to Harry. He knew what he could and couldn't say, "She's Laila's ex fiancé's Mum" Colin looks shocked "And she's gone over to see him?!" Harry could see his Dad disapproval "No! Steve is his Dad" Rose doesn't know what to say "You're OK with her being friendly with her ex's parents?" Colin almost hisses.

"Yes, I am! Because quite frankly, being jealous of a ghost is a bit ridiculous!" Harry could see the confusion on their face "Laila, ex fiancé died of cancer," he knew he couldn't say anymore than that "Oh god! That poor girl!" Rose is shocked, Colin is speechless "Now can you see why I'm more than happy for her to be friendly with her ex's parents? Even if he was a living ex I would be fine with it because I trust Laila!"

"I can see why...she is a lovely girl" Harry has never heard his Dad say anything like that about any of his girlfriends, but he just put that down to Laila being able to win anyone over because that was the kinda girl she is.

At Lou and Steve's table.

"You know we all missed you after the funeral. You just kinda disappeared" Steve's words make her drown in guilt "Hey! It was hard for all of us Steve, you have to remember she lost someone she was going to marry. We were probably a constant reminder of what she had lost" Louise tries to make excuses for Laila. She's thankful for this "I guess Lou is right! Sorry Laila!"

"You have nothing to be sorry for Steve....honestly, it's like Lou said and to be honest, I needed to grieve by myself," she smiles at him "How are you nowadays?"

"I'm good actually....I'm here with my boy....my boyfriend and his parents," she hated telling him this, but she was already keeping something from him plus surely he didn't expect her never to find anyone after Josh. "Aww, that's sweet! How long have you 2 been together?" he seemed happy for her which was a relief to her "I asked him to be my boyfriend over 2 months ago now" Steve howls "Why doesn't that surprise me! Josh always said if you wanted something you would go out and get it"

She laughs, "He is the first relationship I've had since Josh to be fair!" Lou coos "Does he make you happy?" Lou asks her "You know what he makes me incredibly happy actually," she looks over to Harry, his eyes catch hers and he throws her a wink making her blush. "I'm happy for you! You deserve to be happy...that's all Josh would have wanted for you!" Lou offers her a soft smile.

"Speaking of my boyfriend, I better get back to him! It was lovely seeing you both," she says as she gets up both Steve and Lou hug her.

She makes her way back to Harry and his parents, "Here she is!" Harry smiles and wraps an arm over her shoulder as she sits. The rest of the meal is relaxed and easy.

After they say their goodbyes to his parents, they make their way back to Laila's flat.

When they arrive the front door has been kicked in, worried someone might still be inside Harry tells Laila to call the police and he heads inside. Laila grabs his arm "Harry..."

"Laila, I'll be fine! I just want to check they're not still in there," he pushes the door open and makes his way inside.. he first checks the kitchen, when he hears someone behind him. He spins round, it's Laila holding her handbag like she's about to whack someone "Laila! Go and wait outside!" he whispers "What? and leave you to get attacked? No! Plus I have my bag! Never underestimate a women's handbag!"

"Fine! Just stay close!" he knew there was no point in arguing with her, so he continues to check all the rooms. Each have been ransacked, when they got to the living room on the wall in red spray paint were Cut her out of your life..

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 19.

@ridgy--didge @lem-20 @secretaryunpaid @irisofpurple @khoicesbyk @txemrn @tea-me-kah @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer @casualpostqueen @beautifuluknownvoid

#atb #always the bridesmaid #harry x laila #pixie #@pixie 88 original #Original Work #original writing #original character #original story

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