#・❥ rambles over tea

[ranimotia]

@shiny-jr

[mizunoyouni]

ੈ♡₊˚•. Pale Blue Melody

· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pairing - Kamisato Ayato x fem! Reader

₊˚♡⋆˚ Summary - After months of hard work and endless meetings, you and Ayato finally find some quiet time to relax together over some tea and sweets; courtesy of Thoma. It's in that moment you are reminded what it is exactly about your husband that makes your heart swell.

.°˖✧˚ Content - 3.1k fluffy + flowery words, Reader is referred to as "wife" and "my lady" + established relationship. Suggestiveness towards the end, but nothing explicit. Thoma + Ayaka cameo/mentioned. Lots of teasing and banter.

"Let's see... sakura mochi, tricolour dango, berry mizu manjuu..."

Thoma listed each item as he carefully set the plates of food onto the low table in front of you with a smile on his lips. Spring had descended upon Inazuma, dusting the lands in soft pink petals while conducting a symphony of chirps and hums from the wildlife that served as your morning wake up call and nightly lullaby. But with a new season came new responsibilities and tasks to be fulfilled, and you soon found your daily schedule each day was packed tighter than the adorable bento boxes Thoma sent along with you for lunch in between your meetings.

Which had led you to the position you were in currently— sitting comfortably outside, enjoying the sunlight and perfect blue sky as Thoma set up a table full of sweets and refreshments before you. He kept insisting that you sit back and relax while he meticulously adjusted each plate, teacup, and napkin as if this occasion was something akin to his latest magnum opus. Such a display laid out on the veranda was something that had become an uncommon sight in the Kamisato estate, especially with the combined hectic schedules of both you and Ayato often keeping the two of you away from home for days and sometimes weeks at a time as you each tended to your own separate duties. In a way, you were like two birds leaving the nest early each morning to go their own way, only returning home in the dead of night for rest and a quick meal. And needless to say, the change of pace hadn't gone unnoticed by Thoma's watchful eyes.

"Oh, and I can't forget the butterfly pea tea!" The blond housekeeper proudly announced, grinning widely, and you couldn't help but smile along with his contagious happiness.

"It's the new trend in Inazuma City to serve this tea with edible flowers. I thought both my lady and my lord would enjoy it, seeing that you've both been working so hard recently," he explained, clearly invested in the beautiful blue beverage he presented to you in a dainty glass teacup.

And so continued his happy ramblings detailing the herbal properties of said beverage, his search for the specific tea, his failed attempts in brewing just the right shade of pale blue, and his long journey of seeking out the perfect pearly flowers that would adorn your cups of liquid sky. Part of you wanted to suggest that Thoma sell his tea adventure story to the Yae publishing house as an idea for a new light novel, but you decided against it for Thoma’s sake.

"Is that so? Well, I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about it. It seems almost like you've been planning this for weeks," you say, trying not to laugh at Thoma's slightly startled expression upon hearing your words. He was like a surprised puppy— his posture straightening up immediately, his eyes widening, and the tips of his ears turning the faintest shade of red at the realization that he had been caught.

"Ah, well, I just thought that ever since last month, the two of you haven’t been home very often! Even if you both insist that work comes first, sometimes you need a break!" came his hurried response as he shifted in his seat beside you, quickly placing the last of the flowers into your cup in a feeble attempt to distract your attention.

“So you have been planning this for weeks.”

The sound of amused chuckling caught the attention of the two of you, and you both turned to see Ayato in all his prim and proper attire approaching with a smirk gracing his lips as he overheard the admission.

"My lord!" Thoma quickly jumped to his feet and bowed in greeting while Ayato continued grinning at the housekeeper smugly. "I-I... suppose you could say that..."

"I see, so that’s why you kept asking about our weekly schedules lately. You were trying to squeeze in an afternoon tea break for us," you laughed along with your husband, who also found the situation to be quite entertaining in his eyes, much to the blond’s embarrassment.

“We must thank you for this fine arrangement,” Ayato smiled, taking his seat across from you at the low table. “Will you join us for a few bites before returning to your duties?”

Thoma shook his head, his face still tinged with the slightest bit of red. “I’m afraid not. I’m scheduled to accompany Lady Ayaka to Ritou later today, so I’ll need to leave soon in order to escort her there.”

“Ah, a pity, but duty calls. We won’t keep you any longer then.”

And with that, the blond head of your trustworthy housekeeper quickly disappeared from the veranda where you and Ayato comfortably sat in the cool shade of spring, basking in the fresh floral notes and sweet aroma of the generous foods laid out before you. Thoma had truly outdone himself this time, not only in the visual presentation of everything, but also in pairing such flavors together to ensure an enjoyable time leisurely snacking and chatting. It was commendable, the way he had brewed the tea to just the right shade of blue that it seemed to rival the tranquility of the calm blue sky, or the way he had prepared the sakura mochi and tricolour dango that left you wondering if in another life, was Thoma perhaps a sakura blossom spirit? Because how else was he able to capture that soft, delicate hue of pink?

“Quite the dependable housekeeper, isn’t he?” Ayato finally asked after a few moments of watching you observe the fruits of Thoma’s labor.

“He’s always been. Although, I think he’s surpassed any, if not all expectations at this point,” you say with a smile before you take a tiny sip of the pale blue tea that had captivated you from the moment Thoma poured the sparkling liquid into your cup.

“Oh, don’t fall for him now. I might have to fire him if he causes my wife to stray away from me.” There wasn’t a single hint of malice in Ayato’s voice as he teased you lightheartedly. After years of being married to the man, it was evident that he loved to gently poke fun and share hushed laughs with you, rain or shine.

“We both know the Kamisato estate would fall into ruins if anything happens to Thoma,” you quip back, trying to bite back a smile, although your attempt proved rather futile and Ayato was able to catch your wide smile while he leisurely chewed on a piece of sakura mochi.

“Hm… perhaps you’re right. He does end up taking on more responsibilities than your typical housekeeper,” he agrees, feigning deep thought over the topic before he quickly let it dissolve away like powdered sugar on his tongue. “But enough talk about our wonderful housekeeper. How have you been fairing lately? Any personal plans you have scheduled? I could use another self indulgent activity as a palate cleanser from my countless meetings, you know.”

“Sounds like you just want to skip out on meetings,” you point out and you watch in amusement as Ayato throws you a pout before returning to his plate of sweets.

“Would it be such a crime for me to want to spend time with my lovely wife?” came his witty response. His lavender eyes narrowed at you, practically daring you to throw another playful remark his way.

Relenting, you sigh in defeat, your smile still on your lips as you carefully observe the floating flowers in your teacup for a few moments. The slightly translucent petals shimmered and dipped below the surface, dancing in your cup as they performed a private show, just for you. And you had half the mind to just sit and admire its beauty, finding it almost too dazzling to waste on the arbitrary act of drinking.

“I suppose not,” you finally say while Ayato wears a look of triumph on his face. “But if you insist, then I’d like you to accompany me tomorrow as I shop for a new kimono for the Irodori Festival in a few weeks. I want to look my best standing next to you.”

To that, he slightly perked up, interested in your proposal. “Shopping for a new kimono? And you want me to come along?”

“Well, I wouldn’t dream of wearing one my husband finds unflattering,” you laugh, and his lips mirror the smile on your lips.

“We can’t have you wearing a kimono that doesn’t highlight your beauty, can we? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let that happen,” he chuckles.

“Hm, you’re almost making me feel like I’m a doll that's to be dressed up and made pretty by you.”

“Doll or not, you are my beautiful doll. And don’t take this as an empty act of lip service, but you could choose to wear a burlap sack and you would still be the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Ayato proclaimed proudly, leaning his face against the palm of his hand. If you looked closely, you could see the twinkling in his lavender eyes.

A stuttered breath left your lips as his honeyed words filled you with warmth— the same warmth that had enveloped all of Inazuma for the past month as the seasons shifted and the days grew longer. It’s the warmth that lives inside your chest, keeping you warm and wrapping you in a protective embrace during the nights when Ayato cannot return to your shared bed and lay next to you while you sleep. It’s warmth that gives you confidence and strength on days where it seems that all hope has been drained from your body, lifting up your spirits from the depths of despair. But most importantly, it’s the warmth that fuels your soul, touching your heart and painting it a brilliant blue— proof of your attachment to your other half.

You shake your head at his overly affectionate words, wondering when he found the time to practice such romantic lines in his head.

“And there you go again being so sickly sweet to me…” you mutter as you shake your head.

“As if you’d prefer any other treatment,” he says with a smirk, and his gloved hand holds out his teacup to yours in a mock toast, the dainty glass clinking against each other softly, singing of the bond between the two of you.

“You know me too well,” you admit, and his smirk only grows wider.

“And if I didn’t? The thought alone is too horrid to imagine.”

Ayato chuckles as you smile along with him in silent agreement, not having a single comment to dispute his word. And as a quiet, comfortable silence drapes over the two of you like a soft blanket, you think to yourself that there is hardly any other place in the world you’d like to be in. If only you could have more days like this— a lazy afternoon sipping on liquid sky, enveloped by the sweet aroma of spring, and kissed with honeyed words as they blossom from your husband’s lips. But alas, you knew that this peaceful moment would soon come to an end, as all things would, and your life would return to days consisting of endless meetings you would be stuck in, sleeping next to the ghost of your husband, and longing for spring to return once again. That is, at least until the end of this busy period.

“You know, I really love these back and forths we have,” Ayato finally says after a few moments in a noticeably softer tone. It was the voice he only used when he was alone with you, usually in the comfort of your shared bedroom, away from all eyes except for the moonlight peeking through the window as the only witness to your nightly conversations.

“Because nobody else dares to challenge your word?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as his attention turns to the butterfly pea tea in his teacup.

Swirling the shimmering blue liquid, his eyes darted to the surface of the drink, refusing to make eye contact with you. 

“Truthfully, I’m not a man who is often denied what he wishes for,” he starts. “Even when I became the head of the Kamisato clan at a young age, hardly any of my servants ever told me ‘no.’ If anything, it was more pressure than I could imagine. Because even if I made a bad proposal, many wouldn’t even dare to advise against it.”

Slowly, he lifted his cup and took a sip of the tea, his eyes locked on you the whole time before his lips finally parted from the edge of his teacup and he set it back down gently on the table. 

“So you can imagine my delight to find a wife who can stand confidently beside me. I love that you are your own person. It’s what drew me to you, and I’ll never wish for that aspect of you to change.”

Ayato’s gloved hand found yours and he gently brought your knuckles to his smooth lips, kissing your hand slowly and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when he playfully winked at you, clearly noticing how his words had affected you. Years of marriage to this man, and he always caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. It made you wonder if by the time the two of you had grown old and wrinkly, would he still be teasing you lovingly in such a lovesick manner?

A soft sigh escaped your lips as Ayato released your hand and chuckled softly at your sheepish expression from his sudden burst of flowery words that threatened to suffocate you. 

“Such sweet words from a man of such high position would cause any onlooker to doubt your image,” you say at last, trying desperately to direct his attention away from the bubbling feeling that was brewing in your chest. 

But to your dismay, his smile only grew as he leaned forward, looking mischievously at you with a smug expression gracing his features before he held your chin between his fingers. You knew that expression all too well— it was the same face he wore during hot pot nights right before he put in an odd array of ingredients, a misfortune that you and Thoma often found yourselves the victims of. Trouble was brewing, you were sure of it.

“And I’d think that if anyone heard of the words that leave your lips while we are in private, oh that would certainly stir up some gossip,” he purred.

“Ayato!” you blurt out and quickly swat his hand away, watching as he bathed in your startled expression as if it was his favorite pastime.

“Oh, don’t deny it, my love. You’re certainly no saint behind closed doors.”

You groan softly at your husband's antics and with shaky hands, you lift your teacup to your lips, desperately hoping a sip of the herbal tea would calm your beating heart and remedy the red that you were sure was dusting your face by now. 

“A-and neither are you. Considering the amount of filthy words that leave your mouth when we are behind said closed doors, the shrine maidens should wash your mouth out with holy water…” you say, willing your voice to remain calm in order to deny your husband of any teasing comments he might think up.

Nervously, you watch as he tilts his head in mock innocence, giving you an amused look that does all but scream that he is up to no good.

“And what of when I do not use words?”

You can hear his hearty laugh as you choke on your tea, spilling a few pale blue drops onto the table before you’re sent into a coughing fit, all red faced and short of breath from his relentless teasing and the bits of liquid sky entering your lungs. You swear your heart stutters, and you see stars for just a fraction of a second, before you resist the urge to reach over and shove more sakura mochi into your husband's mouth to put an end to his teasing barrage that threatened to plant a garden of flowers where your heart should be.

When you finally recover from your coughing spell, you shift your gaze from your teacup to Ayato’s smiling face. He’s resting his chin on his palm now, his pale blue hair framing his face nicely as it always does. His lavender eyes had been trained on you the whole time, watching you with soft admiration. His lips were no longer held in the smirk that was plastered on his face moments before, but rather, they were softly painted with a smile that reminded you of the first snow of winter— gentle, soft, and kind.

In the shade of the veranda, and in the warm spring afternoon, you wonder if maybe you were dreaming— dreaming of the man sitting in front of you, dreaming of the delicious sweets prepared for the two of you by your housekeeper, dreaming of the life you were currently living. And after a few more moments of staring into your husband’s eyes, you wonder what exactly it is about him that makes your heart beat out of tune, skipping around as if it were singing acapella despite the perfectly timed chords resonating inside you. You blink, and he flashes you a closed eyed smile, and suddenly, it hits you all at once. 

It’s the combination of the blue of your husband’s hair, the blue of the Inazuman sky, and the blue of your spilled tea that all string together to form that heart stopping pale blue melody that echoes in your head and guides your heart. It’s those blues that silently put you at ease whenever you feel restless, swaddling you like a child and rocking you back and forth comfortingly. And it’s the same blues that keep you company whenever you are away from Ayato, giving you ghostly kisses in his place until he can return to your side. It’s that specific shade of blue that you always look for in crowds, hoping to find his tall figure somewhere in the sea of faces. Blue— that’s the colour you’ve decided for your new kimono. It’s the colour of the skies that grace your beloved nation, the shade of your husband’s soft hair, the hue of your spilled tea, and the colour that has evidently painted your heart, signaling to anyone and everyone around you that you are a person deeply, helplessly in love.

Yes, that’s it. It’s that pale blue melody that sings of your love for Kamisato Ayato. To others, he is the Yashiro commissioner, or even simply a brother, or a lord, but to you, he is your husband, your lover, and the man who constantly threatens to drown you in his bed of soft blue flowers that he has molded perfectly to the shape of your body. And for better or for worse, you hope deep down inside that this pale blue melody never stops playing as long as you continue to breathe. Because it's one thing to hold your lover's heart close to yours, and other to have both of them beating to the same rhythm during every waking and dreaming moment.

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - Can you tell that I'm hopelessly in love with this man? My first fic, so I hope I've portrayed Ayato accurately... if not, then this is all just my silly little delusion.

[landograndprix]

ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ ・❥・  𝐬.𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐩

— pairings: steve kemp x fem!reader

— summary: there's something about you that steve can't quite explain but when you give him an offer he knows exactly what it is, you're just as fucked up as he is.

— warnings: dark themes, fresh spoilers, cannibalism, swearing, mentions of abuse, toxic ex-boyfriend, bad parental relationships, readers has a shitty past basically, readers hella sad too, suicidal thought but blink & you'll miss it, steve is a charming asshole but what else is new.

— wordcount: 2.9k

— author's note: reblogs, comments and feedback are welcome! taglist is open. Once again shout-out to @harrysthiccthighss for going insane with me over this man!

— masterlist;

it had been a week since you failed yet another escape– or so you think, time was non-existing in the basement you'd been locked up in for what feels like years. Hours turning into days, days into weeks and hell, you might as well have been here for months and damn, you wouldn't be surprised if it had turned into a year already. 

It had been more than a week since you'd woken up in your cell dazed and confused but at the sight of your empty cell, the chair and the stack of magazines and books gone, everything came flooding back– you'd fucked up royaly this time. No more listening to the endless rambling of steve whenever he pleased to spent time in your cell and no longer able to read the hours away with magazines you'd read once, twice or even three times– you hadn't seen steve in days, he seemed to know exactly when to drop off breakfast, lunch and dinner, you'd be taking a nap or still fast asleep and it's crazy really how you missed Steve's little visits a couple times a day. And you had yet to hear something from Rosie or Hannah but you feared the worst– lonely days passing by slowly yet flying by.

You'd spend your days staring at the painted sunset or counting the cracks in the ceiling. Picking non-existing dirt from under your nails, drawing faces and stick figures after fogging up the mirror and napping a lot, tired from being bored, tired of being alone, tired of being alive.

It gave you time to think and look back at the past. All the things you’ve done and all the things you never had a chance to do. The people you'd met and the people you'd lost. Your gains and your losses. 

Life had never been that kind since your father had divorced your mother and fled town with his new girlfriend. Your best friend, the man who'd sit at the coffee table, drinking from mini porcelain tea cups with a tiara on his head, the man who'd told you thousands of stories whenever the nights got too dark and too scary and the man who'd broken your heart as if nothing ever mattered leaving you with mother who regretted keeping you, blaming you for her ruined teenage years and certainly not afraid to let you know or let other people know you're the biggest mistake she's ever made but life went on– you got used to living a life alone with her and her many boyfriends.

Billy was supposed to be your savior and take you out of that house that caused you problems but Billy was everything but that– you should have known better; the signs were clearly there when you'd been just friends. He'd been willing to fight any boy who'd looked at you or even attempted to talk to you, possessive and extremely jealous and it all seemed cute to you at the time, you felt seen, felt loved and wanted like nobody had done for the last couple of years but Billy had turned into the devil three months into your relationship. Following you around whenever you went out with your friends, driving you to work, tracking your phone, countless text and phone calls during the day or locking you in the house whenever you didn't call him back right away, calling you names, making you feel so small all while fooling around with different girls – till this day you still don't know why it had taken you three years to leave him and you doubt you'll ever find out why.

Friends you never really had and even if you did, your mother or Billy made sure they'd leave the moment they'd met them. The only people in your life being a constant being your boss and your co-workers but even they never seemed to care that much.

And it's funny, your life then wasn't that different from now. 

Steve had to be your savior this time around and for a month or two he seemed to be the one to treat you right, made you laugh with silly jokes, charming his way right into your heart– boy you'd been in love, steve made your life better and your heart hurt less but you should've known better, life isn't fair and your taste in men is absolute shit.

You'd given up and accepted your fate days ago, steve was going to hurt you, he was going to kill you, you're sure of that but it takes him too long as if he's teasing you, stretching time– you want this to end and you don't care how, where or who'd end it. If this had to be your life, you're even willing to end it yourself.

 

As if he'd just asked you to do the impossible, the features on your face contort in confusion but you don't move a muscle. Steve feels your eyes burn on his skin from where you're standing.

"Come with me," Steve tries again

"Why?" 

his nostrils flare as Steve takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm "Don't make me repeat myself." 

Reaching his arm out, Steve gets a hold of your arm and pulls you towards him, Surprisingly easy– you don't put up much of a fight and it confuses him, you could've at least thrown a tantrum or tried to fight him if it was any other time. Steve let's go of your arm, standing still just inches away from each other, he watches you through his lashes and when you don't look at him, Steve lifts your chin, taking in every single detail of your face as if you'd vanish within a second.

Laying his hand on the small of your back and without another word, Steve guides you out of your cell and into the cold corridor. 

You're awfully quiet, something Steve isn't used to, you never shied away to let your voice be heard whenever you tried to fight your way out kicking and screaming– this was new, the silence almost sending a shiver to his spine.

"C'mon, upstairs." Steve keeps his eyes on you as he leads you to the staircase, watching your and his step as the two of you make your way into the house and straight into the kitchen. Dining table set with two plates of breakfast he'd made just minutes ago, the smell of eggs still strong in the air.

Steve had thought about your offer, slept on it for days and got his daydreaming about all the things you could help him with. He could use the help, picking up girls became harder, most girls having a friend nearby as they went on a date– a different approach was needed and Steve could use a helping hand with the girls he did take home, you could be the person to calm them down, sit down with them and Steve could use a helping hand with orders and monthly diner parties either important quests. Yeah, he definitely could use your help but he can't quite trust you fully just yet, you've tried to escape one too many times to walk around the house freely and out of his sight, spend your days out of your cell..

He'd thought of it all, every single possibility of you attempting to escape and all the ways you could hurt him– kitchen knives safely hidden, doors and windows double locked and security cameras around the place, able to watch you on his phone the moment he'd leave you by yourself– little tests here and there to make sure you wouldn't do anything stupid, trying to trust you. 

 "I haven't had breakfast yet so I figured we could have some together," Steve says proudly as he lets his hand slide of your back and takes a step towards the table and pulls a chair back, inviting you to take a seat but you don't budge as if frozen in place and you don't say a word nor make a single sound, your gaze glued to steve. 

"cat got your tongue?" 

"No." 

"Well, sit down." Steve nods to the chair, a hint of annoyance dripping from his voice. 

Steve watches as you take a step towards him and slide down on the chair without even batting an eye– a grin spreads on his lips as he carefully pushes your chair closer to the table, his hands traveling to your shoulders which he squeezes softly before taking a single step back "I haven't made you coffee yet, we both know how that ended last time." 

He breathes out a chuckle, the memories of that damned day coming right back at him, his skin tingling at the thought of the coffee burning his skin– Steve saunters to the kitchen, preparing two cups of coffee. 

His eyes glued onto your back, Steve watches your every movement, from the way you shift in your seat uncomfortably to the way your leg bounces up and down to the way you take in the new surroundings– he's sure you're brewing up a new way to escape. You could make a run for it but he doubts it, you look exhausted. He almost feels sorry for the way he'd treated you the last couple of days.

Wrapping his hands around the two hot cups of coffee, he hurries back to the dining table and sets them near his plate just to be safe and sits down himself.

"I even got you real bacon, normal bacon–" 

"I'm not hungry." You finally speak up and cut his sentence short.

Steve scoffs "I doubt that, you haven't eaten a decent meal in the last few days." 

You shrug while shoving the plate further away– anger rushes through Steve's veins again, he's gone out to get you what you'd asked for weeks before that 'decent bacon', he'd gone out of his ways to get the normal stuff and you're refusing it– "who's going to eat it then?" 

"Why are you doing this?" 

There's that question again, one that you've asked multiple times before and a question he never really had an answer too, he had yet to really find out why he'd taken a liking to you and why the thought of you kept him awake at nights or why he so desperately tried to make it up to you– he bought animal meat for christ sakes

"can't we have breakfast together– it's been a while." 

"Why don't you just kill me already?" 

"You think that's what I want to do," Steve chuckles "I like spending time with you, why'd I kill you." 

"Well, I don't like spending time with you so can I go back downstairs?" 

"I've never heard a girl say she wants to get into her cell–" Steve chuckles again but it dies down in his chest as the legs of your chair scrape across the floor and you rise to your feet and watch you walk to the door leading downstairs speechless. 

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" 

"You should've just killed me that day."

"Remember our second date, we took cooking lessons?" Taking a bite of his dinner, steve smiles your way, blue eyes boring into your soul "we messed up the recipe and almost burned the kitchen down– man, we really pissed that old lady off." 

It's funny really the differences between the two of you– Steve's been reminiscing about the time the two of you got along like a house of fire, the time you couldn't keep your hands off each other and the thought of not spending time together saddened you both. A world of difference with your anxiety, nervously chomping on the dinner Steve had made for the two of you, again, like he had been doing for the last couple of days. 

But everytime you sat down at this dining table, a new way to escape got added to your list, so you pretended to enjoy the food and pretended to enjoy Steve's company. A fake smile, a forced chuckle– Steve seemed to buy it.

"Tasted like shit." 

"It did," Steve chuckles and you wonder if his cheeks hurt at the end of the day with the amount of wide smiles he'd give you throughout the day "Hope this tastes better."

"Yeah, it does." 

And you had to give it to him, he really did his best to make you feel as comfortable as someone can be after being kidnapped; your cell littered in magazines and books again, let you roam around freely when he was around, let you have showers whenever you wanted and he even got you meat that didn't belong to Stephanie, Joyce or whoever he'd chopped up that week. It had you confused also, he'd been nothing but nice to you, not once raised his voice or tried to hurt you in anyway, not that you've given him a reason to do so, you've been doing just as he told you to do, making him trust you little by little and when the time is right, you'd make a break for it. 

Play the good girl you've played before.

The front door seemed the best way out, if you were fast enough it would take you less than five seconds to reach it, unlock it if you had to and sprint out of the house from where you're now. The windows around the place seemed the easiest, one pull and you'd be out without Steve could even blink his eyes. You'd run to the nearest place with people and beg to call the police and tell them every single thing but you had yet to find the right time, Steve was always around.

"What's going on in that head of yours, I'm hearing those gears crack up there." Steve chuckles and bursts your bubble "trying to think of an escape plan?"

You shake your head and smile a forced smile before taking a bite of your food "No, why would I?" 

"I don't know, you tell me." Steve grins, his eyes seeming glued stuck on you as he has yet to look anywhere else "We're having fun..right?" 

"Yeah, no reason to escape." Reaching for the glass of red wine, you bring it back to your lips and empty it in one go and set it back on the table.

Impressed but not surprised, Steve chuckles once again, grabbing the bottle he shakes it back and forth– empty.

"I'm getting a new one," he mumbles, gently pushing his chair back as he stands up and takes the empty bottle with him and rounds the table to lift your chin with his ginger like he's done many, many times before "I'll be right back." 

A fake, friendly and warm smile grows on your lips as you nod your head calmly but your heart is racing and a heavy stone drops on your stomach, adrenaline pumping through your veins– he's leaving you on your own and you know where Steve kept his best wines, he'd be gone for at least two minutes, long enough for you to run.

Steve pets go if you and you watch as he walks away and disappears out of your sight. You wait a second before carefully pushing your chair aside and quietly stand up and slowly walk your way around the table before taking off– you sprint to the front door, the smell of freedom and victory already filling your nostrils. Your hand wraps around the door handle..locked, of course, why wouldn't it be? Turning the lock multiple times and pulling and pushing the door, your eyes brim with tears..it would be too late to make a run to one of the windows but they'd be locked too, you know that now. 

There was no way out, no matter what you thought off, Steve had thought of something to sabotage it. He knew, damn, Steve always knew. This was your life now.

Your head hits the door as you lean against it and slide down, the floor cold against your ass as you sit down, knees pulled up to your knees, your vision gets blurry as tears roll down your cheeks and leave a salty taste on your tongue– defeated. 

 "What are you doing– are you trying to leave?" You don't even look up at the sound of Steve's boots thudding against the floor "Hey c'mon know, i thought we didn't have reasons to leave." 

Squatting down, a ghost of a smirk still plays on his lips as if he's proud of the sight of you in front of him but the smug look is quickly replaced by shock as he reaches to wipe your tears away but gets pushed backwards slightly, nearly making him land on his ass.

"Don't touch me you fucking freak," 

"Easy now–" 

As you rise back to your feet, Steve is quick to follow– another struggle ensues but you're not trying to escape, not anymore. You're mad, you're sad and confused all at once. You want to crawl back into your damn cell and never bat an eye at Steve again, never say a single word again. 

As your flat hand meets his face in an attempt to get away from him, Steve groans and in a swift motion has you tight in his arms, face close to yours and his hot breath fans the skin of your neck "calm down." 

"Just let me go," you sob "I won't tell anyone." 

"Let's finish our dinner first, then we'll talk." 

taglist — @escapingrealityagain @charmed-asylum @thegirlnextdoorssister

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TEAM ‘I’LL DO THE DUMBEST THINGS JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE’

❥   kageyama  —  whenever he sees you sad, kageyama’s brain practically short circuits. he doesn’t know what exactly to do, all he wants is for you to feel better and he’s going to do it by any means necessary. that includes looking up the dumbest puns and pickup lines and making — what he thinks are — ‘funny’ faces. when his attempts are met with the sound of your laughter, kageyama just can’t help but feel a sense of pride. 

❥   oikawa  —  he’s aware that it’s an unconventional way to cheer someone up, but as long as it works he doesn’t really mind. oikawa will do one man productions of your favorite movies and tv shows in your shared living room, complete with makeshift props and costumes. he has little to no preparation, as soon as he sees you sulking on the couch, he’s in full actor!mode. his heart soars especially when you join in the scene.

❥   bokuto  —  he is not above embarrassing himself in public just so you can crack a smile. bokuto sings your favorite songs as he leads you through the streets or dances with you in the middle of a mostly empty parking lot. he couldn’t care less if people thought he was weird or if anyone stared just as long as he sees you smile, and you do. it’s practically impossible to resist him.

❥   tendou  —   this man will literally bend over backwards just so any trace of sadness will leave your body. and when i say bend over backwards, i really mean tendou will contort his body into the most unusual shapes under the guise of showing off. really, all he wants to do is get your mind away from whatever’s been bothering you until you’re ready to talk about it and of course, it works.  

bonus !  TEAM ‘I’LL COMFORT YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON ???’

❥   aone, daichi, kita, iwaizumi

—   they’re not ones to go above and beyond to try and make you feel better, but sometimes simplicity is the best solution. they’ll offer their shoulders for you to rest your head and cry on, they’ll listen to all your rants and rambles, they’ll rub circles on your back with a gentle hand, they’ll make you tea in an attempt to calm and comfort you. it’s not too much, but it still works.   

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sorry for disappearing for so long, I got bitten by a radioactive worm and became a superhero so it was up to me to save the universe, so I didn't have any time to post. I promise I'll get some yummy new content out soon, have these masterpieces I made as an apology <3

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Azul would 100% use his mer powers to save the 5 guys on the missing submarine just to get the 50 million dollars lmaooo💀💀

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Rizzle Rosehearts

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Hey! I'm not south asian, but I have been on a hyperfixation streak on desi culture and hinduism (it started off for an OC but escalated). One thing I've fallen in love with from afar is the cuisine. Particularly the immense variety of curries in Northen India.

It'd be funny to see a Jamil x desi!Reader scenario where the reader is just enjoying all the food he makes for them. Then when they get to the curry, they just shrug their shoulders and say "eh, you pass". Jamil, being the prideful man he is, immediatly challenges them to make something better. Cue reader absolutely smoking him with the most delicious pea curry he's ever tasted.

Hiya! It's honestly so heartwarming to see people who aren't south asian appreciating our culture and cuisine! <3333

I imagine Scarabia being having more West Asian/Arab characteristics in terms of culture even though Aladdin simply had a stereotypically orientalist vibe, I feel like a South Asian Yuu would probably get along best with the Scarabia gang for various reasons, but I imagine Jamil would be impressed with a South Asian Yuu's cooking skills, arab cuisine and South asian cuisine are both packed with flavors and seasoning so I'd imagine there'd be a bond over a love for food and culture.

Tbh I'd imagine South asian yuu would introduce a whole new pallete of taste to twisted wonderland, showing off all the different currys, samosas, uttapams, momos, etc from their world. I cam imagine them putting every one to shame (probably not Jamil tho lol) in the Master Chef event lol, they could probably try (and fail) to teach lilia a thing or two.

Might have to make another post talking abt the culture of Scarabia/Scalding Sands bc I could go on for days lol

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CHAPTER SEVEN SPOILER!!!!

Yk how ppl r saying leona and idia r gonna save the day with malleus' overbolt? Yh, but yk what actually saves the day in the sleeping beauty movie? The sword. Who represents the sword? SILVER

(idk if the sword actually saves anything I didn't watch the movie lmao💀)

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Re-writing my old fics (the leona and deuce) bc I wrote them ages ago and now I reread em and I think they're absolutely horrid.