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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 12

it's here everybody

I just want to say a HUGE thank you to everybody that has read and enjoyed along with me, whether that was in the form of reblogging with commentary, leaving a comment or kudos, or even if you just read it and moved on, and to everyone who binge read after the whole thing came out, or stumbled across it months after it finished, thank you to you too. this has most definitely been a labour of love, very self-indulgent at most points, and I have thoroughly enjoyed writing every word (although maybe not so much when Steph was being a grade-A Bitch), and I hope you enjoy this last part!

while the main work of this series is over, keep an eye out for holiday specials (bc I can't just let go of my schmoopies forever)!

Warnings: swearing, mildly spicy bit near the start, you might cry from this being the finale (I did lol), flustered/awkward lockwood, oh you also might cry from the part in the middle/end because I'm evil and can't let you have a fully happy ending (@ the anon who requested this hopefully this satisfied the masochistic urge hehehe), if I forgot anything it's bc I'm tired while I write this

Word count: 6.3k

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“Are you sure you’ve got everything? It’s a long way to go if you leave something behind,” Ben said, peering in on Anthony and Y/n where they sat in their loveseat.

They had packed pretty much everything but their wash bags (which they would need tomorrow morning) and pyjamas (which they would wear tonight), and now they were cuddled up in front of the fire that was roaring in the hearth. “Yeah, I think so. I’ve checked and double checked so if we leave anything behind then we’ll just have to make do.” Her father nodded, smiling at them before ducking back out the room. Everybody else was gathered in the kitchen, making drinks and getting dinner (leftovers and an assortment of deli), which meant that Y/n and Anthony had the living room to themselves. “You alright?” she asked, voice quiet. He hummed in answer, the low sound vibrating in his chest and through her head where it laid on his shoulder.

“I’m more than alright, darling. Looking forward to being home again, though. Not that I haven’t enjoyed the last few days,” he hurried to add. “I just miss sleeping in my own bed.”

“I get that.” There was a momentary lull in the conversation, both of them basking in the warmth of the fire and each other. “Wait. I feel like we should probably… talk about when we get back? And what… what we’re going to do about…” she trailed off, waving her free hand between them.

“No, you’re right. We should… we should definitely talk about that.” Another lull, although this one was slightly more tense. “I mean-” Anthony cut himself off with a huff, and she felt him clench his jaw from where she was nestled underneath it. “If you wanted, you could move out of the attic? Obviously if you’d rather stay rooming with Lucy then that’s fine too, I just-”

“Where would I go if I wasn’t in the attic?” She cut him off when he started to ramble, lifting up her head to frown at him. He flushed a delightful pink that wasn’t too dissimilar from the socks he had on, and opened and closed his mouth a few times before turning even more red and answering.

“In… in my room? It’s a big bed, although not quite as large as the one here, and I’ve got extra pillows if you wanted. But if you would rather stay upstairs then that’s fine too.” He was fidgeting, his leg bouncing and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and Y/n smiled softly.

“If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind, darling.” The blush stayed on his cheeks but his worry eased. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you there.”

“Then… when we get back tomorrow, can I just go straight to bed with you?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned, and she couldn’t help but mirror his smile, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“Ew, go suck faces somewhere else.” Y/n rolled her eyes at Will’s teasing tone, flipping her middle finger up at him and putting it away swiftly when Tom walked in, already snacking on the food on his plate. She hadn’t heard Will come in, which was quite the feat given how loudly he was chewing, but he was smiling behind his comments as he settled into an armchair. He was ecstatic that he could openly tease his younger sister now (much to her chagrin) and had wasted no time in doing so. “Bet you two are glad you’re going home?”

“Yeah. It’ll be nice to be back in London, I think,” she replied, shifting around in Anthony’s lap to face the room a little more. “And I miss the others. I did call George the other day after we booked our train tickets, just to let him know what was happening and when we’d be back, but the reception is so bad up here that contacting any of the others has been tricky.” Lucy had been somewhere near them visiting Norrie, but her signal had been awful too. Y/n hadn’t seen the point in calling when mostly it was just static.

“I didn’t realise you’d called George,” Anthony said.

“Oh, yeah. I knew he’d be at Portland Row so I figured I should let him know why we weren’t there. He said he wasn’t gonna spend the entire holiday with his family because of the whole ‘your siblings are engineers, so why aren’t you’ thing that always happens.” George had been the first friend that Y/n had opened up to, despite sharing a room with Lucy. They had been researching for a case together in the Archives late into the night, early on after Y/n had first joined the agency, and something about the calm atmosphere and rustle of the papers had meant that when George asked about her backstory in a tea break she had spilled it all. Lucy had been next, also late at night while the boys were on their own case, and Holly not too long after. But George had been the first, and the two of them had been close ever since. He’d opened up to her about his own family, and they’d found they had more in common than they had originally thought.

“Well, it’s a good job you called. I imagine he would have been quite worried about us.”

“Us? No, George was definitely only worried about me. He didn’t once ask about you.”

“Rude.”

“I’m just telling the truth, it’s not my fault your ego can’t handle it,” Y/n teased. Anthony scoffed, fighting the smile that was breaking through.

“Sure, Schmoopie.” Her responding glare would have been enough to make even Barnes shrink back, but Anthony could see that it lacked any heat when directed at him.

He did yelp when she jabbed him in the side though, and her grin turned devilish.

~~~

The next morning, Anthony was awake before Y/n was.

At some point in the night she had obviously grown cold, as the duvet was bunched up more on her side than it was his, leaving most of his body out in the not-so-warm air of the bedroom. He didn’t mind, though. Not if it meant that she was happy.

He didn’t often get the chance to admire her in the morning, not without her knowing he was doing it (not in a creepy way, it just meant that he often got caught and she often made fun of him), so he took his time now.

He didn’t think he would ever get over how gorgeous she was.

There was barely any light in the room, but from what little he could see she looked like an angel, especially in the t-shirt of his that she kept stealing. He didn’t mind that either, mostly because somehow she made it look so much better than he ever could. Anthony wasn’t a fool (although given his behaviour over the past few years there was definitely a strong argument against him), and he was well aware that Y/n knew the effect her wearing his clothes had on him. He’d had to excuse the two of them the other day when she’d come downstairs for breakfast wearing his grey hoodie and her pyjama shorts, and when they reemerged from their room nobody commented on the flushed faces or the messy hair of either of them (Y/n had stayed in the hoodie, too). She’d teased him mercilessly since finding out, and now he finally had an opportunity to gaze lovingly at her without her poking fun at him.

“Morning.” Damn, he must have cursed himself and made her wake up.

“Good morning, darling.” He smiled at her, wedging his arm under his head while he watched her wipe the sleep from her eyes and turn to face him. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah. Like a log. You been awake long?” She reached out for his hand where it rested on the pillow between them, and he gladly let her thread her fingers through his.

“Not really. Any good dreams?” There was a pause where she flushed, and Anthony’s curiosity only grew when she shook her head.

“Not… not that I can think of.” She was avoiding his eyes, which meant she was lying. He smiled, huffing a laugh before shifting his weight.

“Are you sure, darling?”

“Prick.” He laughed properly at that and propped himself up on an elbow. Y/n had covered her face with her hands to hide the rapidly growing flush, and she was shrinking further into the mattress with every passing second. “It wasn’t even- we were just, like… in a field.”

“What?”

“We were just having a picnic in a field. It was sweet.” She still hadn’t moved her hands so Anthony had to strain a little to hear what she was saying, but the amusement was very present in his voice when he next spoke.

“So why are you acting like we were doing something else?” There was another pause, and he raised his eyebrows. “Were we doing something else?”

“It might… have ended up that way…”

“I see,” he said, moving again to prevent the arm under his head from falling asleep. Instead of lying back down, however, he pushed himself further up, placing one hand beside Y/n’s head and the other at her waist, slotting a leg between her thighs. He felt her shiver in response, and he gently pried her hands away from her face, lacing his fingers through hers and holding their joined hands in position on the other side of her head.

“Anthony,” she whispered, lifting her hips a little and brushing her nose against his.

“Yes?” He could feel her breath on his mouth, could feel it hitch when he let go of her hand to trail his own down her arm slowly, then tracing a path down the side of her body to her thigh. She didn’t answer him, instead reaching up to grab the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair there (god, he loved it when she did that) and kissing him in a way that reminded him of honey. It was long and slow, both taking their time to bask in each other, although if she kept tugging lightly at his hair in the way that she was then he might have to speed the pace up a little. It was ridiculous, the power she held over him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. If she was an angel, then he would gladly fall into hell a million times over for this little piece of paradise he was experiencing right now.

He wasn’t sure how long they were there for, kissing, laughing softly when the t-shirt got stuck around her head, tangling limbs but never taking it further than a few bold touches just in case someone walked in with the morning tea, but it felt like barely a few seconds and eternity at the same time.

When Ben did eventually knock on the door, Anthony went to answer, collecting the teas with a smile and a thank you before kicking the door closed. He smiled down at Y/n where she lay in bed, eyes closed to the light of the lamp that had just been flicked on, and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead. The action had her smiling immediately, and Anthony felt his heart jump in his chest.

They spent most of the next hour lazing in bed, trading more kisses and soft touches before their stomachs started complaining and they were forced to get up and have breakfast.

A million times, Anthony mused as he watched Y/n get stuck in her (his) jumper. A million times and more, and he had definitely fallen for her already.

~~~

“Alright, you’re absolutely sure you have everything?”

“Yes, Mum, just like I was the previous six times you asked.”

“I just want to be sure! Who knows when we’ll next see you!” The statement hung in the air for a few seconds, the words sinking in and nestling into everybody’s minds.

“Soon,” Y/n said, her tone decisive. “As long as Steph and Linda aren’t there.”

“I think I can live with that,” her mother grinned. Anthony and her father had been pulling their bags out of the car and were just now rejoining the gathered family members. Her parents were here, as was Will, but everybody else had stayed behind. They had said their goodbyes back at the house, with promises of phone calls for Nana Jean and Gramps and games of whatever Tom liked the most when she next saw him. Olivia had pretended to be indifferent about her sister leaving, but had squeezed just that little bit tighter when Y/n had said that she really needed to go. Y/n had pretended not to notice the slight shine to Olivia’s eyes, opting to ruffle her hair and laugh instead. Sam and John had wrapped her in hugs so tight she thought she might pass out before even stepping foot outside the house, and had left one last remark of ‘if you hurt her, we’ll kill you’ with Anthony before waving them off cheerfully as though they hadn’t just threatened murder.

“Right then, Squeak. How long ’till your train?” Will asked, placing an arm over her shoulders and drawing her into his side.

“About thirty minutes?”

“Why do you always get here so early? You could have had another cup of tea!”

“Uh, no, we couldn’t. Have you got any idea how much can go wrong with trains?!” Will just laughed at her, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re ridiculous, Squeak.”

“You love me anyway though.”

Their parents stepped over then, having finished talking to Anthony about… whatever they had been talking about (she had been too busy with her conversation with Will to hear), and wrapped her in a teary hug. “You promise you’ll come back sometime next year?” her mother choked out, pulling back and holding her daughter by the shoulders.

“Promise, Mum.” Her father hugged her then, letting Will comfort Emma.

“I love you, Y/n. You’ll call us too, won’t you?”

“Of course,” she replied, huffing a laugh. “I already said I would about a hundred times.”

“We’re just making sure! Right. Off you two go, then, or you’ll miss your train.”

“Ben, they’ve got half an hour.”

“I know that, Emma, but what if something goes wrong?”

“Dad, please don’t jinx it. I’ll let you know when we’re back, alright?” She moved away, grabbing the handle of her suitcase and frowning when she felt Anthony’s hand already there. “I can take my own luggage, Ant.”

He shrugged. “I know. But I’ve got two hands and you have the tickets.”

“Your logic doesn’t make much sense; I also have two hands. And anyway, you could have your bag and your ticket, and I could have mine!”

“Just- just let me take your luggage, darling.” How could she say no when he was looking at her like that? She relented her grasp on the handle, casting him a mock glare before turning to look at her family one last time.

“Have a safe journey, you two,” her mother said with a smile.

“Yeah, get back home safe,” Y/n responded, starting to move towards the station entrance. She could hear Anthony behind her, the suitcase wheels dragging on the concrete while his repurposed kit bag bounced against his side.

“You alright?” he asked once they were on the train, bags safely stowed.

“Yeah. Looking forward to being home again.” It was funny, really. The last time she had been on a train she would have scowled at herself for calling Anthony Lockwood’s house her home, but now here she was, doing it without a second thought.

“What are we going to tell the others?”

“Well… it’ll be late when we get back, right? I mean it’s already three o’clock now and it’s getting darker, so maybe by the time we get in they’ll be in bed? Or on a case if they managed to get a client. We could just do what you said and see how long it takes them?”

“I think you coming out of my bedroom in the morning would be a pretty big hint, darling. But I do love a game,” he grinned, already thinking about their friends’ reactions. “How do we think they’re going to respond?”

“Not a clue. George will probably say ‘I told you so’ or something.”

“Was… was that meant to be an impression of George?”

“Yeah?”

“Darling, no offence, but I think you might be worse than me.”

“Arsehole.”

~~~

It was dark when they got back, although that wasn’t a surprise given it was the middle of winter.

Anthony had unloaded the bags from the taxi, smiling and thanking the driver with both words and payment, and had turned around to see Y/n stood on the pavement. She looked exhausted, rubbing her eyes and yawning while she waited for him to finish up. The gate stood locked, and 35 Portland Row seemed empty, the windows as dark and grey as the sky.

Weird, he thought. Maybe they’re out on a case.

He shouldered his bag and pulled up the handle on Y/n’s suitcase just as the last of the noise from the taxi leaving died off and the road went quiet. Then he heard a scream that was so piercing he dropped the luggage and clapped his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut as though it would save his hearing. A ghost? Only Visitors could make a sound that fear-inducing, and if the chill that crept along his spine was anything to go by he would need some sort of weapon. Maybe their best bet was to get inside the house, so he reached for his keys and tried to block out the screaming.

His keys.

Shit, where were his keys? He looked up to see if Y/n was alright, if she had maybe had the wise idea to remove herself from possible danger before he did, and his heart stopped in his chest.

The gate was still closed, and 35 Portland Row still empty and cold. Somehow it felt a whole lot darker than it had just a few moments ago, and Anthony belatedly realised that it might have something to do with the rapidly spreading blue tinge on Y/n’s arm. He couldn’t see any Visitors nearby, or any death glows that might have been stepped on by either one of them to provoke an attack, but all of that had happened so fast that he didn’t have time to process any of it. “Darling? Darling look at me.” He couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice when he spoke, memories of another time a girl he had loved died in much the same way, and he refused to let that happen again. “Let’s get you inside, yeah? There’s some adrenaline shots in the hallway, I just need you to stand up for me, darling. Y/n, please. Please, just stand up.” Why was she so heavy? Why was he so heavy? Was this what dying felt like?

“Anthony?”

Why did her voice sound so far away? No. He couldn’t let this happen. He tried to lift her again, but somehow she was even heavier than before. Maybe he was tired, or too weak.

“Anthony, what’s going on?” Her face was blurring and he realised that it was because he was crying, but his hands were too weighted to lift and wipe the tears away.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “I don’t know, darling. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’ll be okay.”

“Anthony!”

That had been louder, as though she were talking right into his ear, and he gasped for air and sat bolt upright.

“Anthony, are you okay? You looked-”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes blinking back the harsh light that threatened to turn him blind.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I can’t… I can’t help you,” his breath was coming faster now, and vaguely he noted that there was someone nearby offering him water. His gaze was solely fixed on Y/n, though, and-

Wait. Hadn’t she been on the floor? Now she was on his left where before she had been on his right and in his arms, and her arms were the colour they always were, no blue tinge in sight. “Anthony, what were you dreaming about?”

He stared at her, partly in realisation that none of it had been real, but mostly in disbelief that she wasn’t dying in his arms in front of their home. “What?” The train carriage came back into focus, checkered seats and wooden table forming solid shapes in his line of vision. The view out the windows was barely visible from how dark it was.

“You were asleep, and then you started… I don’t know. Twitching, I guess? And you were talking but I couldn’t make it out but you sounded really sad, and-” He cut her off by launching himself at her, wrapping his arms around her torso and burying his face in her neck and holding his breath. “Ant?” She paused, slowly bringing her own arms around him and shifting position so that she was more comfortable. “Are… are you breathing right now? I’m gonna need you to breathe for me, Ant, can you do that?”

He did, and immediately choked on a sob. It hadn’t been real, and she was alive. They sat there for a long time while he cried, and then even longer after his tears had subsided and he was just sniffling into her neck. He didn’t know whereabouts they had been when he first woke up, but Y/n finally moved him off of her the station before theirs. “Sorry, just need to shake my arm out. You’re heavier than you look, you know.” They both sat up, and Anthony went to take a tissue out of his coat pocket. “Here,” Y/n whispered, reaching up to wipe his face with her sleeve. Her hands were gentle, barely-there touches on his cheek, but Anthony needed more. He pushed her hand to his face, focusing on the pressure and the warmth of her skin, and the callouses that had built up from being an agent all these years. A few seconds later he felt her forehead against his, and her breath on his mouth (her breath was warm too), and her other hand slipping into his hair, holding him as close as possible. “You’re okay. It’s okay. We’ll be back soon, alright? I think it’s only about ten minutes until we get to our station and then we can call a taxi and go home.”

“Okay.” Whoever it was that had been offering water earlier had left the bottle on the table, and he reached for it now, twisting the cap and downing the liquid. “We’ll be careful once we get out though, right? Because it’s dark and there could be Visitors, and we don’t have our rapiers, and-”

“Anthony, we will be absolutely fine.” Her tone was firm and she pulled his chin up to stare directly in his eyes. “The taxi will drop us off right outside, and if you like I’ll take the keys and get the kettle on. Or you can do that and I’ll get the bags, or we can get our own bags and go up together. Whichever you feel most comfortable with, yeah?” When he nodded she sighed, letting go of his chin and holding his hand instead. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’m here, alright?”

“I know. Thank you.”

He didn’t let go of her hand until they were safely back in 35 Portland Row, front door shut and locked and bags in his room ready to be unpacked in the morning.

~~~

Lucy Carlyle had had the best sleep of her life.

She’d come back from seeing Norrie the day before, the freak snowstorm keeping her from getting back sooner, and the journey had been so horrific she’d passed out the moment she got into bed. Screaming children and drunk men had populated the carriage, creating so much noise that she hadn’t been able to go to sleep on the train, and she was starting to look like Lockwood with the bags under her eyes.

Now it was nearly midday, and she had managed to crawl out of bed, sling on some clothes, and stumble down the stairs to put the kettle on for some tea.

Given how late Lockwood and Y/n must have got back last night (it had been after her, and the clock in the hall had shown a time that was both far too late and far too early for her liking), she had been expecting them, as well as George, to be in bed. But then again Y/n hadn’t been in the attic with her when she’d woken up just now (although her vision had been rather blurry, so she totally could have missed a whole human being in the room), so maybe she was already downstairs?

What she hadn’t expected was walking in to the kitchen to see both Y/n and Lockwood having a normal conversation (well, as normal as conversations in this house could go, she was quite sure they were discussing frogs), in which neither of them was glaring or looking like they would commit a felony at any given moment. Lockwood was leaning back against the kitchen sink (looking very snug in his grey hoodie and comfy trousers), mug of tea in one hand while the other braced his weight on the counter, and he was chatting happily to Y/n (who was wearing what looked suspiciously like one of Lockwood’s jumpers). She was sat at the kitchen table, cupping her tea with both hands, and the smile on her face, Lucy realised with a start, was genuine.

“… Morning?” She started, pushing the kitchen door open and moving further into the room, eyeing her friends.

“Morning, Luce,” Lockwood replied, taking a large gulp of his tea. He didn’t seem fazed by the incredibly strange situation that was happening right now (was this some sort of a fever dream? Maybe she was hallucinating from sleep deprivation or something), and Lucy nearly poured the still-hot water on her hand instead of in the mug. “Sleep alright?”

“Uh… yeah. What time did you two get back last night?”

“Oh, I don’t even know,” Y/n started. “Definitely past two in the morning, but we were so tired we didn’t really look at the time.”

“Right.” There was a pause while Lucy finished making her tea, and as she took an experimental first sip she regarded them over the top of her drink. “So… Y/n. Did you just collapse on the sofa downstairs or something? I didn’t hear you come in last night.” The other girl froze for a moment, and if Lucy wasn’t a trained operative then she probably wouldn’t have noticed it since her panic was almost instantly replaced by forced calm.

“Oh, uh…” she glanced at Lockwood, who made some sort of face in reply. “… no?”

“Huh, you must have been quiet, then. That or I was sleeping like a rock.”

“Sure,” Y/n said, a weird look on her face. She was smiling, but almost like she knew something that Lucy didn’t, and that puzzled her. A chuckle sounded from the corner of the room, and under a blue and white striped tea towel, Skull had woken up.

“You’re really going to take that for an answer? She didn’t even pick one!” Lucy frowned, begrudgingly realising that Skull was right. Y/n hadn’t really answered her question, and what had happened at her parents’ house the last couple of weeks for her to stop trying to kill Lockwood by glaring at him?

As nonchalantly as possible she asked “So you were quiet? Or was I sleeping like a rock?”

“Um… I was quiet?” She didn’t sound very sure, and Lucy’s suspicion was growing at the same rate that Skull’s grin was.

“I know for a fact she didn’t make it all the way up the stairs last night,” he said, some of the sludge in the jar forming comically large eyebrows that waggled around. Now that was interesting. Why would Y/n say she’d been quiet coming in if she had never come in in the first place? Lucy was just about to ask that very question when George trudged into the kitchen, oversized shirt thankfully covering what his lack of trousers didn’t. He pushed his glasses up his nose and squinting at the people gathered.

“… What’s going on? Y/n’s not trying to murder Lockwood.”

“Why is that a thing?! I’m not always trying to kill him!”

“In fairness, it was a regular occurrence, dar-” Lockwood’s mouth snapped shut, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. Lucy saw his jaw clench, unclench, then clench again while he flitted his eyes closed in some sort of silent prayer.

“Yeah…” George said. “This is weird.” He stood at the head of the table, lifting a hand to scratch at his side like a monkey. “Dare I ask how your Christmas was?”

“I mean… Steph and Linda were there, but after I slapped Steph and Mum shouted at Linda they left.” Lucy stood straighter in shock, pushing off the counter she had previously been leaning on. George was similarly surprised, but Lockwood? Lockwood was grinning with pride.

“You slapped your cousin?!” George exclaimed, a smile growing on his face. “Like, you properly hit her?!”

“I mean… yeah?” Y/n replied, taking a sip of tea.

“It was awesome,” Lockwood added, and Lucy and George shared a look.

“You think he would have said that before?” Skull piped up again. “I certainly don’t. Something happened while they were away, that’s for sure. And I know what it was!” He said the last part in a sing-song voice, face turning over in the jar.

“Yeah, well you could just tell me,” Lucy muttered, drawing everyone’s attention. “Sorry. Skull’s talking.”

“Where’s the fun in that! Better to watch you figure it all out on your own!”

“Bastard.”

George had started making his own tea, popping two slices of bread into the toaster and giving it a good whack when it didn’t immediately start working. Satisfied that his breakfast was underway, he busied himself with his drink. “So Y/n… how come your suitcase was in Lockwood’s room?” he questioned, turning and pushing his glasses further up his nose. Lucy tried to disguise her shock, but that resulted in a small smirk instead, her eyebrows rising while she regarded her friends.

Lockwood answered. “She didn’t want to lug it all the way up the stairs, not with the time being what it was. It just… hasn’t been moved yet.” Y/n nodded, a little too enthusiastically, and cast a worried glance towards Skull.

“So Y/n and her suitcase slept in Lockwood’s room?” George asked, still probing for answers. He had a little smile on his face, one of those ‘I figured it out’ ones that when she had first joined the agency, Lucy had mistaken for ‘I’m better than you’ smirks. She wasn’t far behind him, and if she hadn’t already figured it out then the reactions of Y/n and Lockwood were enough to confirm her suspicions.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Y/n said, sipping her tea. There was a brief pause in which Lockwood nodded, smiling softly at her, and then it set in. Lockwood looked like he had malfunctioned, the cogs in his brain turning but not producing any kind of reaction other than a blank stare with confused eyes. Y/n choked on her mouthful of tea, spitting some of it back out into the mug and resting it on the kitchen table while she coughed. Immediately Lockwood’s brain started functioning properly again, and he quickly put his own tea down and went to help Y/n, fussing over her like a worried parent.

Skull was chuckling in the corner again, and Lucy couldn’t help but join in. George laughed too, his mirth only growing when Lockwood and Y/n turned and glared at him. “Alright,” Lucy started. “Why was Y/n sleeping with Lockwood?”

“I wasn’t sleeping with him!” the other girl spluttered, apparently thinking that Lucy had suggested that the pair of them had had sex, and George was now nearly doubled over with laughter. Lockwood smirked, and before Lucy could protest he was already opening his mouth.

“I mean not last night, but there were plenty of times at your parents’ house where we-”

“OH MY DAYS NO, STOP-” Y/n got up, all but tackling Lockwood to the ground and slapping her hand over his mouth to prevent him from finishing his sentence. Lockwood went down like a sack of potatoes, and the ‘oof’ he let out on impact had made Lucy snort into her mug. “They don’t need to know that, idiot,” she whispered, but since sound echoed in the kitchen Lucy and George could still hear her, even after the toaster popped loudly.

“How long have you two… been like this?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in their direction where they now laid on the floor. Lockwood tried to talk but Y/n’s hand was still firmly keeping his mouth shut, and while he was attempting to prise himself out of her grip she was apparently too strong. Lucy didn’t want to think about how much his jaw would hurt afterwards; she had had pillow fights with Y/n that had ended with trips to the medical cabinet because the pair of them got too ambitious with their hits.

Y/n answered, still attempting to maintain some dignity. “On the floor? A few seconds-”

“Let me rephrase,” Lucy cut her off, putting her finished mug of tea down on the counter with a decisive thud. “How long have you two been together?” Y/n stilled, giving Lockwood time to wriggle out of her grasp and glance awkwardly between his gathered colleagues. He pushed himself to sit back against the kitchen cabinets, one arm resting outstretched on his knee while the other scratched at his neck. He was nervous, then. He looked like he wanted to answer, but he was still shifting his gaze between them all.

“Uh…” Y/n started. There was a pause, and then she sighed. “Dammit.” She fished around in her pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled five pound note. Lucy frowned for a moment, wondering what the hell a fiver had to do with this situation, then huffed in surprise when it was passed very begrudgingly to Lockwood. He looked very pleased with himself, accepting the money without moving much, hand outstretched to catch the note between his index and middle fingers.

“What was that for?” George asked, although he’d just taken a mouthful of his toast so it came out more muffled.

“Lockwood said we wouldn’t last a day keeping it secret from you both, and I bet that we could.” Y/n shrugged, shuffling around on the floor to sit between Lockwood’s legs. He didn’t get the message at first, too busy stuffing the money into his hoodie pocket, but after a sharp jab to his thigh he moved, wrapping his arms around her waist and complaining when Y/n shoved her elbows into his middle.

“I swear you do that deliberately,” he muttered, but there wasn’t any malice behind it like there would have been before the holidays.

“I don’t! If you keep complaining about it then I will do it on purpose, dickhead.”

That was better. Lucy shuddered at the thought of the two of them being overly sickly sweet, all cuddles and pet names like ‘Sugar’ or ‘Schmoopie’, and was instantly glad that the competitive streak in them both had apparently stayed. It would be a lot easier to stomach living with a new couple if they weren’t being insufferably cute.

“So… you bet on your own acting skills?” questioned George, finishing his slice of toast. “Seems a bit stupid, really. You’re both awful at acting.” Lockwood and Y/n stopped bickering, instead staring up at George in shared outrage.

“How dare you! I’m a charades champion!”

“I can act, it’s Lockwood that’s the problem!”

They spoke at the same time, both pointing at Lockwood for their respective comments, and Y/n took a moment to take in what he’d said. “Charades champion?” she said, drawing out the syllables and turning slowly to look at him over her shoulder. “We already talked about this, Ant. Using props is cheating, so you lost every game you played!” Lucy frowned. ‘Ant’? Since when had Lockwood let anybody call him Ant?! Apparently he didn’t mind, instead being too busy looking at Y/n with hearts for eyes while he tried (ineffectively) to argue his case. It was obvious that Y/n would win, given how wrapped around her little finger Lockwood was, but the argument wasn’t really an argument. More like… friendly teasing. Lucy could deal with that, she decided. It was much better than having to comfort one of them or convince apologies out of them after a screaming match.

Skull had gone silent in the corner, but there was a smile in the sludge. He almost certainly had some information, but Lucy could get the details out of him and her friends later.

For now, she was content to watch them be a proper family for the first time since Y/n joined, even if Lockwood’s laughing face was being shoved away from the aforementioned girl as he tried to kiss her in an attempt to apologise for cheating at charades.

tag list (if you're on here twice or I forgot you I'm so sorry, this tag list is honestly such a mess whoops):

@strawberryloveyyy, @chameleon021, @genderfluid-anime-goth, @cottagecore-babe, @anthonylockwoodandco111, @a-taken-url, @ahead-fullofdreams, @aislinrayne, @anathemaloren, @anthgoldenhrry, @augustisintheair, @aysha4life, @briar-rose23, @curseofhecate, @dangelnleif, @edible-rat-vomit, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @ettadear, @fearlessmoony, @fudosl, @idkbubs, @imaginebeingmentallystable, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @lady-ashfade, @light-23, @locklyebrainrot, @locklyle1kanij, @locknco, @magicandrosewaters, @mentallyillsodapop, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @newbooksmell777, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @phlooper, @ran23sblog, @reggiepeterss, @simrah1012, @somethingrandomwatzit, @star-of-velaris, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whistle1whistle, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife, @y0urm0m12, @zoom1374, @asyouwish-fromcabin3, @rhysand-devorak, @a-candle-maker, @h0lyheck, @apple-bottom-jeans6, @icantwaittoliveandlearn

@neewtmas, @bobbys-not-that-small, @avdiobliss, @demigoddess-of-ghosts, @maraschinomerry, @lewkwoodnco, @uku-lelevillain, @oblivious-idiot

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #deck the halls (and not your partner)#enemies to lovers #fake dating #christmas

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writer-komaru · 2 years

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Hello! I have returned! (I mean I was always here I just haven’t been feeling motivated to write :p)

I write this after completing the newest boss battle in genshin and I am inconsolable. So don’t mind me as I self indulge just a bit. ^^ (Spoilers in tags)

Plot - giving scara a present (confession?)

Genre - fluff to comfort

Song - Eternity ♪ Final Fantasy (guitar cover)

“Follow me!”

“Don’t pull me around like I’m some sort of child! Where are you even taking me, Traveler?”

Scaramouche growled in annoyance. You held his hand tight on your own, running quickly through the dense forest. Despite his words of protest, he made no effort to pull his hand out of your grasp.

“You’ll see when we get there. It’s not much farther away.”

“Hmph.. this better be worth my time.”

After a few more seconds, light began to pour out from an opening ahead of you both. As you and scaramouche finally exited the forest, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

“So… what do you think?”

“It’s….”

The sight of the flower field around you was almost breathtaking. The vibrant colors shone brightly as the sunlight painted the land in a soft, warm glow. The tall lilac-tilted trees around the clearing gave the field a secluded feeling. It was like a small, private place just for the two of you.

“Traveling sure does have its perks, huh?”

You smiled warmly at him. He almost didn’t know what to say.

“I still don’t know why you took me here. Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I’ve seen many different types of environments in my lifetime.”

Your smile turned into a frown.

“Even after I took you all this way to show you something special to me, you still aren’t impressed. Ahh, my heart! It hurts!”

You fall down onto the comfy bed of flowers, clutching your chest dramatically. But, just as you suspected, Scaramouche ran over to you in a panic.

“Are you alright?! Are you hurt?”

He knelt down next to you and examined your body, trying to see if there was any sort of wound on you.

Even though he tried to see all big and bad, he still was such a softie sometimes.

“Hehehe, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m just joking.”

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why would you joke about something like that?! What if something serious happened to you, huh? Would it still be a joke then?! Ugh… you’re so insufferable sometimes.”

“Yeah yeah…. Whatever you say, Scara.”

As scaramouche crossed his arms dramatically, pouting to himself, you decided it was finally time to prepare for the real reason you asked him to come here with you.

“I’ll be right back, I just need to get some stuff from the forest.”

The brisk fearful expression he gave before turning away again made you second guess yourself.

“Fine. Leave me for all I care.”

You signed, you should have been able to predict he would have reacted like that.

“You can come with me if you want, but it will only be a few minutes.”

Scaramouche paused to look at the ground before reluctantly taking your hand once more.

After walking through the flowers and finding a sturdy-looking tree, you took out a small knife from your back pocket. Scaramouche watched you in confusion as you began sawing off one of the limbs of the tree.

‘How inefficient.’

He mentally scoffed at you.

“Give me that.”

You gave him a confused look before handing him the knife. He approached the tree and with one swift, fluid motion, he sliced the tree limb right off with barely a single sound.

“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”

“Of course I did. You were barely even making any marks. We would have been here for hours if it wasn’t for me.”

“Hehe, we’ll then thank you for your contribution. Let’s head back now.”

Scaramouche watched you with a puzzled expression as you began to scrape the bark off of a small log you cut out of the branch. But any time your two made eye contact, he would just look away and scoff, saying something along the lines of,

“This is so pointless. Why do we even need to be out in the middle of nowhere if you just want to do some arts and crafts?”

You only chuckled in response.

This went on for hours before you were finally finished. After carving out the main shape, you gathered a few flowers and mixed it with some water in a stream nearby to add color to it.

“Finally you’re finished. Let’s get out of here so I can do something more worth my time-“

Before scaramouche could complete his sentence, you got up and sat down in front of him.

“Huh?”

“I bet you're wondering what this is. Well…”

You looked away out of nervousness, which made him groan.

“If you have something important to say, then spit it out.”

“Okay. Well, I’ve known you for a while now, and as time goes by, I feel like I’m learning more and more about you. And… I know this may not have any meaning to you since you see me as just a lowly worm, but I’m so deeply sorry about everything you’ve been through. I wish there was something I could have done back then, but I can't change the past. I can only change the future. And I want to make you a promise.”

You gently held out the object to Scaramouche, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“I want to promise you to always be there for you, even when it feels like you’re all alone. To always be there to support you when it feels like the world is turning against you. To always be there to comfort you when you feel as though you will always be alone. Because in reality, you won’t ever be alone anymore. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And, I know this isn’t really much, but I remember you told me about how you were trying to seek this out. So I made one for you. I… hope you like it.”

Scaramouche didn’t know what to say as you placed the wooden gnosis in his hands. This feeling…. This is the first time he has ever felt like this before. And before he knew it, he felt something begin to drip down from his cheeks, creating wet marks on his shorts. You gasped in surprise. You had never seen scaramouche cry ever in your whole time knowing him.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! Did I say something bad? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have talked about your past.”

You mentally scolded yourself as you gently brushed your thumb over the corners of his eyes. All he could do was stare at you, still in shock.

“I….”

He looked away from you, clutching onto the gnosis tightly, as if scared it would dissolve in his grasp at any second.

His mind began to race.

Why were you so nice to him? Why is he crying? Why can’t he seem to let go of it even though he knows it’s fake? Why are you looking at him with such a soft yet worried expression? Why can’t he manage to say a single word?!

He forced himself to look back into your eyes. Your expression was so warm. It filled his cold, husk of a body up with feelings he’s never even known of before. For his whole life he has felt like a broken toy that’s been tossed away and forgotten, never to be loved ever again. But the more he hangs around you, the more he can feel himself growing to trust, even care for you. No matter how many times he tells himself he shouldn’t, that he will only get his heart broken again, he just can’t stop this feeling deep in his chest.

His shaky hand reached forward and grabbed the collar of your shirt, forcing you forward and into a tight hug. Your body stiffened from the sudden action.

“S-scara?”

“… thank you. Thank you for giving me hope.”

Extra:

“So….. you like the gift?”

You smirked at him as you both began to walk back towards the forest. He looked away out of embarrassment, scoffing at you.

“Like I should tell you, traveler.”

The whole trip back to your house he clung onto not only your hand but also the false gnosis.

Deep down, he always knew that he didn’t need a gnosis to feel complete. He always had you.

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mickmundy · 1 year

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saw this on ur Twitter but PLEASE talk about all your various bushmedicines. For me but also only if you want to of course

(blease)

SKDFKSDKF OMFG my many many many bushmeds... yeas.. most of these are Mega works in progress but i think it's good to jot them down here so that i can revisit them when i work out character designs/ref sheets and whatnot! and these are just the ones off of the top of my head! @_@ i surely have more buried in my gf and i's server LOL. sooooo let's break it down really quick! HEHE:

My "Canon" medsnip: the medic and sniper in Thou Giveth Fever is just the Main/Default/Canon/Whatever medic and sniper. takes place in same universe right after the comics!

My gf and i's medsnip: arlowe and wren! a lot of their story takes place pre-teufort but they eventually become RED's medic and sniper! ^v^ "canon" red medic and sniper don't exist in this universe. they're already dating by the time they wind up at teufort together! we're still working on a lot of their backstories but i'll eventually talk more about them/write a fic for them too! ^u^

My vampire medsnip: tumblr Adores them.., yes.,., my vampire medic and hunter sniper! sniper's a vampire hunter who is hired by vampire medic to do some dirty work for him. they end up falling for each other... but not before spilling a lot of blood together!

have another version of them drafted where sniper's a herbalist and falls in love with a Big Mean Vampire who once used to love healing humans more than he loves harming them.. :'( they fall in love.,., show each other tenderness... HEHEHE..

My cult god medsnip: medic is a shapeshifting god/demon/spirit/whatever that thrives and grows in power from the cult that is convinced he exists and worships him. likes toying with them and giving them "signs" he exists and whatnot and loves the praise because, well, who wouldn't! :-) hoo! buuuut a Certain Denier has caught his eye...! sniper thinks that cult nonsense is a load of crap and doesn't fall for it. Naturally this makes medic Carnally Desire him and his attention... HEHE... >:)

My swamp monster medsnip: sniper is a werecroc that lives out in the comfy cozy australian bush/marshland (haven't decided yet). rough it as a human and also as a crocodile and loves being alone. until one day a very curious "Doctor" starts stomping around his secluded slice of heaven in search of/researching the plants and animals of the area (to harvest for his zany experiments of course!)... sniper hates people but this one just seems kind of... Charming... hmm.... !

My eldritch medsnip: MEGA work in progress. need to think about this more actually.,., Medic Is Not What He Says He Is and sniper has a hunch... ;-) medic has a "breath of life" ability which is ironic because the hurting is more rewarding than the healing! :'( HEHE. also have a cool idea for an eldritch sniper but idk if i'd want to fit them in Together or have separate aus!

My old retired domestic medsnip: would follow my "canon" medsnip. years and years later, some vague skip of time. the sorrow..,., the sweetness.,., in the Unlikely Event they retire... how might that go.. :) sniper's fine with aging but medic is NOT. everything can be defied! age! death! isn't that what you want sniper!! but maybe sniper wants to retire to some small house on the german coast with medic.,., medic can extend his life infinitely with his "devil deal" but what about his sniper.,., who has already died once... but could either of them Really ever retire...? HEHEH.., i've actually written a lot of this and i should probably publish it in a standalone fic. very emotional very angsty!!

My pony medsnip: EHE this is an extremely self indulgent one but i love it all the same! does what it says on the tin... what if they were ponies!! i've talked about it here and posted sniper's design here! i need to work on medic's just for the sake of having my own ref sheet to match sniper's but i talk about him in the twt thread i linked! ^u^ <3 i just love gushing about them because i love ponies!!

My demon medsnip: have a couple different versions of this General Concept buut the one i'll mention is a conspiracy theorist/total shut-in/sex-starved/supernatural sighter sniper summoning a demon medic... but instead of it being the kind of demon sniper was after (for whatever reason. havent figured it out yet), it turns out medic's a lust demon... Smirks

My merfolk medsnip: ONE I REALLY LOVE I JUST HAVENT GOTTEN AROUND TO FLESHING OUT YET GRAAHH... i love the idea of one being human and one being a merperson but i also love the idea of them both being merfolk... BUUUUUUT the idea of fisherman sniper living on the australian coast all alone his whole life and mermedic watching him From Afar and sighing lovingly... ;__; GOUGWOAUAAAA ;;; i have Some Picks for what their Fishy Parts would be too but i still need to narrow them down. BWAH!!

#asks #wyrm-wander #dutchfoolery #medsnip #HEH..#if any of these sound appealing to anyone you should totally let me know and then i definitely won't gush about them or anything...#EHEHE #vamphunter medsnip #mermedsnip

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callsign-relic · 5 months

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12, 20, and 25 for the ao3 wrapped ask game?

Thank you for being the first ask for the ask game anon!!!

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Currently I have 3! 2 of which I plan on posting within the month if all goes well, and the third I’m still gathering the motivation for.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Hmmm that’s a great question! If I’m being honest recently I’ve been rereading Too Close for Comfort, my very first tf fic, just to see how much I’ve grown and what my ideas were first like hehehe. Other than that, I am both ashamed and unashamed to admit I’ve reread A Decadent Taste a couple times BAHAHA

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

I absolutely have and that fact amazes me every time!!! First was the very first gift made for me, I'd Run Away From You if my Feet Could Feel The Ground by @general-gt for my Too Close for Comfort series!!!! I still go back to reread this from time to time and AUGH it still means so much to me to have received an entire little spin off based on my very first series I posted on a whim. If you’re reading this, thank you so much, Atlas!!!

Then of course was the whole entire INFLUX of asks based on the AU I accidentally created hahaha!!! Thanks to this AO3 collection made by @bookandyarndragon , there are a good majority of the fics made for the AU!!! I’m still so shocked at how much people enjoyed the AU and the fact that there are still people out there working on their own fics for it to this day (looking at you, 😴 anon 👀)! Not to mention the short fics that have been gifted to me just in my ask box as well!!

It’s almost my birthday now (this Friday!!!) so I’m feeling a little emotional, so I’ll take the chance to say this now. Thank each and every one of you all for sharing your ideas with me. Whether you’re a tf fan first or a g/t fan, know that I appreciate every single one of you guys and the idea that currently 364 people out there are here to listen to my silly little self indulgent ideas is astonishing to me :,) so really, thank you all so much, and I’m looking forward to what’s to come :)

#relic answers #haha sorry to turn this silly ask game into something deep anon HAHAHA

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 1 year

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Interdimensional Therapy AU

You already know what time it is~

Time to introduce ya'll to a new au! This time it is a joint au made by yours truly (me) and @laughteronsilverwings!!

I will be posting it in parts, like chapters on here about once or twice a week! (also fun fact...at the time of posting this post, we are just under 20k words on the docs............it has been like three days.)

Summary:

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So, one day, Hakamada Tsunagu (almost-fifteen, vigilante, technically-kinda-terrorist but he’s moved past that) meets Hakamada Tsunagu (around twenty-one, hero, is being blackmailed by the HPSC but he’s trying to ignore that).

They don’t meet with a bang, a whimper, or a shout- it’s actually weirdly, strangely calm. Not that Tsunagu cares. But Tsunagu -both of them- kind of have to give the slightest bit of fucks about this situation. Well. One of them does. Sort of? Eh, they’ll give it a few days to wear off before starting to worry.

Introduction and words from both of us, under the cut:

Here is the introduction!:

so, uh, italics is me (silver) and bold is eclair- writing the start of introductions feels very awkward lmao. anyways this is just… something me and eclair simultaneously spawned out of a throwaway comment in tumblr dms. i feel like thats something yall should know. zero planning is going into this, and if there is, it was on-the-spot. we are testing our improv skills! and writing this together! at the time of this introduction’s writing we have 14k words. it’s been two days. send help. the brainrot is very real and it is coming for us.

but anyways- here’s a little bit of background and information: the pov switches whenever there’s a little dash. like this. -. first it’s me, then eclair, and so on and so forth. this is just- well, i’d say jeanist on jeanist violence, but there’s no fight scenes yet, so… jeanist on jeanist kinda-sorta-maybe therapy?

i mean, this is called the interdimensional therapy au’ for a reason. but! back on topic. so basically my jeanist (will be referred to as s!jeanist, is 14-15 years old) and eclair’s jeanist (refered to as e!jeanist, around 20-22) both got hit by a quirk that yoinked both of them to e!jeanist’s place in paris. they are both from different universes. they have different backstories. they are different people, pulled from their place in the universe and into e!jeanist’s apartment…

…and then they just start talking because honestly this is an everyday thursday for both of them. mostly. kind of. s!jeanist is referred to as ‘arcane’ from e!jeanist’s pov. e!jeanist is referred to as ‘jean’ from s!jeanist’s pov.

this is ALL the way self-indulgent and crack, just so you know. also kinda a character deep dive but lets not go into that.

Well well well. ‘Tis me, Eclair, in bold! As all has already been said, this is a fun little self-indulgent crack au that honestly the brainrot has. Kinda. Taken over the entirety of brain already. Seriously, I have never written this much in such a short time span heheh….

Anyway- as it is quite literally named the Interdimensional Therapy AU, there may be some potentially triggering subjects that could pop up in the future, and I shall make sure to tag them and put up warnings before each part - please check the TWs before reading as always for your own safety and comfort!

No idea where this will go or how it’ll end up, but The Jeanists are here and they are going to have fun. Maybe. Kinda. Who knows what awaits them? I don’t think we do- but hey- if they don’t have fun, at least we will >:)

Oh. and at the time of finishing this introduction. We are now at just over 16k words. I think the brainrot is too strong…

we wrote our parts separately over the course of like, three, two hours? damm we might actually reach 20k today/tomorrow

oh yeah also these two are ‘divergent’ jeanists in the jean-multiverse. not alternate! theres a small difference lmao so it doesn’t matter, i am simply being Picky With Words

Please enjoy and look forward to it!! May we all try and find out how this will end up.

#tw caps #bnha #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #eclair's aus #(with friend <3)#Interdimensional Therapy AU #this is so fun #genuinely the brainrot is too strong #i shall post the first part tmr or the next day so look out for it yall #i think youll enjoy iy #it*#and the pure crack it contains

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kreideprinzessin · 2 years

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Okay and you tell me about your normal day-to-day life with Albedo. What's it like to live with the genius alchemist? As many details as possible please 👀

Ohhh boy, better prepare for A LOT hehehe

Thank you, this was so fun to write... I should write self indulgent Albern more often, I love brainrotting about albern hehe 👀👀

Pairing: Albern (selfship)

Content: FLUFF

It’s just… The feeling of comfort and safety all around. We have a space where we can both just exist, be our truest, purest sleves without fear of judgement or rejection…

Actually, Klee lives there with us too, so it’s that for all three of us. And Gismo is there too because of course my cutie is!! We’re a big happy family and it’s just nice.

Mornings consist of one of us getting Klee ready to go to school, while the other prepares breakfast and lunch to pack for all of us. No matter if it’s me or Albedo, we make one of those super cute lunch boxes that has everything in it you could dream of.

The mornings can get a little hectic sometimes, but it doesn’t feel that bad when Albedo dances around the kitchen to pack everything, giving me small kisses in passing while I make coffee or tea for us.

For lunch Albedo and I try to meet up as often as our schedules will allow it, either eating what we packed earlier that day, or one of us decides to treat the other to go eat at a restaurant. It’s nice, it’s comfortable, it leaves us super refreshed to get back to work again afterwards.

We text each other throughout the day, sometimes just reminders that we love each other, sometimes quickly asking for advice,or ranting about something annoying that just happened at work, giving each other encouragement on stressful days, whatever is needed at that moment.

In the evenings Albedo usually picks me up from work, then gets Klee from daycare or whichever friend she’s currently hanging out with and then we head home.

Sometimes we go grocery shopping first before heading home. It’s actually kind of fun, Klee and I begging Albedo to try out the latest snacks, while he acts like a mom telling her kids that no, we already have enough snacks. He always gives in tho because he just can’t resist the charme of his two favourite girls (And because he secretly wants to try the snacks as well)

At home, we’re greeted by Gismo, who then gets elaborate cuddle sessions from Klee while Albedo and I prepare dinner. We just make a really great time in the kitchen, so cooking together is always fun and comfortable. Sometimes Klee decides to help us as well, so she gets to stir the pots with Albedo holding her while I cut the vegetables and all

At dinner we talk about our days or just whatever we come up with at the moment, then we wash the dishes all together (Or load the dishwasher I guess haha)

In the evenings we either watch some shows on tv, or play video games together. Klee joins us for a while, cuddled up between us.

We usually bring Klee to bed together and take turns reading stories to her (Or making up our own stories about the great adventures of Dodoco… She especially loves those, because when Albedo and I get REALLY into it, we almost put on some kind of spontaneous little play where we make up funny voices for the different characters, etc.)

Once Klee is asleep we go back to watching tv/ video games while cuddling on the couch. Most of the time we just fall asleep there and then go to bed whenever one of us wakes up. When it’s Albedo waking up, he doesn’t even bother waking me, he just picks me up and carries me to bed. There we tend to just cuddle until we fall asleep (Or make out if we’re in a more spicy mood hehe… Sometimes we make out on the couch too, but usually only when Klee is on a sleepover with a friend sksnfjin)

We have a pretty big bed, but only take up half of it because I’m super clingy and just snuggle up to Albedo as close as possible (Who doesn't mind it either, because he thinks it’s cute and loves cuddling just as much as I do)

Throughout the night, we AT LEAST have Gismo joining us, who’s pretty happy he essentially gets half the bed for himself lmao

But Klee also likes to join us when she wakes up and can’t fall back asleep or had a bad dream, so then it’s me holding her in my arms with my back to Albedo, who has his arms wrapped around the both of us. Very comfortable, very snuggly.

#chats over the fence [🍃]#visitors - addy [🍀]#about us: albern [💕]

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ophelia-writes · 3 years

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//INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS BELOW!!

a/n: ok so the scaramouche brainrot has been REAL, i’m so glad that i finally got to meet him in game (i joined after 1.1 sobs so i didn’t get to see him in unreconciled stars) but uh basically i’ve been thinking about him nonstop all week. he’s been in my dreams. he will not leave me alone. so i’ve decided to write more self indulgent fanfiction of him adjsjskhgfh enjoy <3

brave or stupid - scaramouche x gn!reader

warnings: slight violence, mentions of death

he had always been like this— callous, unfeeling, and cruel. after all, when you’re created as a toy that’s designed to be discarded, you’re bound to have a bit of bitterness.

but, to be honest, scaramouche wasn’t sure if he was even capable of kindness. sure, he could be polite to people from time to time if he wanted something from them, and he always showed respect towards the tsaritsa. but he would never show kindness for kindness’s sake. that just wasn’t his style.

besides, he wasn’t even human himself, so why should he care for human lives or emotions? they would be dead before he knew it, there was no point in trying to consider their feelings. he was a superior being, above the needs and trials of mortals. he should be able to do as he pleased.

so why, why did you intrigue him so much?

just a lowly, powerless human, with no vision or delusion, no special abilities to set you apart. and yet, you’d put your life on the line for just about anyone, despite not having the power or means to defend yourself, caring not for your own safety. what kind of idiot were you, exactly?

here you were, throwing yourself in front of the merchant scaramouche had been planning to fry for neglecting his debts. you were small, perhaps even smaller than him, with nothing but a stick in your hands. the sight was hardly threatening, and he would have killed you in an instant if it weren’t for the unwavering look of determination in your eyes. there was something different about you, he realized. something he rarely ever had the chance to see.

you weren’t afraid of him.

you, a weak, powerless mortal without even a sword to protect yourself, showed no fear in the presence of the sixth fatui harbinger himself. and scaramouche couldn’t decide if that made you incredibly brave, or incredibly moronic.

probably the latter.

rolling his eyes, scaramouche lowered his electro-infused hands and placed them firmly on his hips. “get lost, rat, before i kill you too,” he ordered, looking you straight in those big, determined eyes. but you refused to back down.

“do it, then,” you replied, gritting your teeth. you gripped the stick tighter in your hands and pulled your scarf down from your head, letting your hair flow freely. if you were going to die today, so be it, but you wouldn’t stand by and let this man terrorize your village.

scaramouche blinked. he had never seen someone with such a blatant disregard for their own life. in a way, you were like the opposite of himself— weak, kind, and selfless. looking at your small, bundled up form, gripping the stick like it was a mystical polearm forged by the gods, glaring daggers at him, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“hahaha! ahahahaha! god, i can’t tell if you’re bold or just stupid!” the harbinger took a step forward, the psychotic grin on his face never fading. but you stand your ground. “you know, i really don’t understand why you would risk your life for someone like this. i mean, you’re a pretty little thing,” he began, his violet eyes tracing over your features, “surely you must have more to live for?”

you frowned. “it’s not about me, it’s about the people i’m trying to protect,” you replied, casting a glance to the merchant and his family behind you. out of the corner of your eye, you could see him huddled against the wall, his small daughter gripping his arm while his wife held two other children to her chest. you weren’t about to let him kill these innocent people!

“why bother?” scaramouche asked, waving his hand dismissively. “they’re going to die anyways, it’s not like you can stop me.”

you bit your lip. he was right, of course— you had no vision, no sword. and even if you did… you would be nothing compared to a harbinger. but that wouldn’t stop you from trying. “i won’t leave them,” you finally replied.

scaramouche wasn’t laughing anymore. in fact, he himself wasn’t quite sure when his amusement turned into annoyance, but what he did know was that you were making him angry. “why…. why? this is a pointless waste of life, a worthless sacrifice— you know you can’t stop me, so WHY?” the air around him was now crackling with electro energy, and you could feel it.

still, you showed no fear.

“because, unlike you, i actually care about other people! i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i just stood by and did nothing while those around me are struck down by the tsaritsa’s stupid lapdogs!” you were shouting now. you kind of had to, the electricity in the air making your ears ring and your head fill with static.

that was the last straw.

scaramouche let out an irritated growl, sending a wave of electric shock towards you with a sweeping motion of his hand. the impact threw you backwards, your petite form landing limply in the snow.

the harbinger looked down on you, heaving with rage. how had he let such a stupid mortal get him riled up like this? he should have just killed you when you had first gotten in his way. eyes narrowing, he crouched down and took your wrist to check your pulse.

then your knee collided with his face.

“agh, you—!” scaramouche raised his hand to his jaw, holding the spot where you had struck him. it was definitely going to leave a bruise, and scaramouche did not like looking weak. you quickly picked yourself up out of the snow, scrambling to your feet. you frantically looked around for your stick (not that it would do you much good), but it had flown far out of reach when scaramouche’s attack hit you. “how…. how dare you assault a harbinger?” he asked, his voice laced with anger.

you shrugged. “you assaulted me first.”

scaramouche’s eyes flashed bright violet, another surge of electro gathering in his hands. “alright, enough playing around. it’s time i finish you, for real this time.” your eyes settled on the sadistic smile that had formed on his pale face, likely the last face you would ever see.

still, you showed no fear. “go ahead,” you replied. “i’ll gladly die the hero who managed to kick a harbinger in the face.”

scaramouche narrowed his eyes. you were the most audacious mortal he had ever met.

you raised your head and looked the balladeer right in the face and said one last prayer to the archons. please protect this village when i’m gone.

and with that, a flash of purple filled your vision, casting a brilliant lilac glow over the snowy sneznayan terrain.

ahh! sorry for the cliffhanger/bleak ending but rest assured there will be more parts hehehe <3 hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

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YOOO helo i just read your fic abt kuroo, oikawa, and tanaka's new dad moments, and i thought it's really adorable. maybe you can write a pt 2 but with kageyana, tsukishima, and kenma if it's alright.

thankuu. 🙏🏻

New Dad Moments Part 2

Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Kenma Kozume

here’s the link to part 1 w/ kuroo, oikawa, and tanaka :))

A/N: back at it with self-indulgent fluff and hq boy chaos heheh. this was also my first ever request (that wasn’t for an event) so sending you all my love. also thank you for being so patient with this <33 kageyama’s is more interaction with his baby than w/the reader but i still like it alkjsdf. i was in my tsukki feels when i was writing this and playful tsukki got me weak so now we’re here BAHAHA. ALSO i was not expecting to write that much for kenma but the words just spilled out so i went with it. anyways i like how these came out and they made me smile so enjoy!! tw pregnancy/labor/delivery

KAGEYAMA

“Do you want to hold him?”

You watched Kageyama’s eyes grow wide at your question.

His eyes were trained on the little baby in your arms.

“Are you sure?”

You smiled, though a little wearily in your state, “Of course.”

You shifted the baby into his father’s arms and you could feel how stiff your husband was. When the baby was safely passed on, you placed a hand on Kageyama’s forearm. “Relax a little, my love. He’s your son, you’ve got this.”

That seemed to have a helpful effect on Tobio and his tensed-up shoulders dropped to a more comfortable level as he brought his kid close to his chest.

“He’s so small,” he noted as he sat down next to you on the edge of the hospital bed. His voice was hushed as he spoke to you and it made you chuckle.

“Baby, I think you finally being here is making daddy nervous,” you said to your son. You cracked a smile at the little pout Kageyama shot you. You continued to speak, rubbing tiny circles on the small infant’s back. “Oh but he’ll warm up eventually, trust me. When he first met me he hardly spoke more than a few words each time we saw one another,” you leaned back into the pillows behind you and smiled at the memory, “And then next thing I knew he talked a lot, rambled.”

Tobio’s cheeks went red, “That’s because I realized I liked you and then I was never sure if you wanted me to keep talking or if I wasn’t saying the right things or what.” He smiled seeing you chuckle. Then his attention fell back on his baby.

Kageyama was nervous.

His doubts of how to parent, from changing diapers to already worrying about how to teach him about mortgage payments, were all hushed by excitement during the pregnancy. But now he felt the rise and fall of his son’s tiny chest in his arms. A wave of excitement came with the nerves as he thought of everything he wanted to tell his baby.

Tobio gently pulled his kid away from his chest so he could look at him, still wondering what his first direct words should be to him. He remembered yours. You’re here.

Though he was sleeping his little hands were moving. Kageyama put out his own finger towards his son’s small palm and smiled when it was grasped. He looked at his baby, at his little nose, at his small fingernails. In that moment Tobio felt tremendous gratefulness that he could experience this kind of love. And from that surge of emotion he was able to settle on the first of many, many words he would tell his baby.

“I love you.”

-----

It turned out there was no reason to be nervous. Even when he didn’t exactly know what he was doing at all times Kageyama was a natural father. And the two things that seemed so daunting during the first moments he met his son, holding him and talking to him, now gave him more happiness than he could have ever expected to experience.

One day he was holding his baby while flipping through the photo albums you had asked him to move from the living room to the nursery’s closet.

He picked up a random album and opened it to the first page. And he broke into a smile at the pictures from his high school team. Memories of everything he went through and learned during that stage of his life came rushing back.

Kageyama looked at his son who was looking back up at him with curious eyes.

“Hey buddy, remember yesterday when I told you to eat up all your yummy food so you can grow big and strong?” And like usual he waited a beat as if listening to a response from the infant. He took another look at the photo again, at a certain rival. A friend. His gaze returned to his baby, “Well just because daddy said that doesn’t mean you have to be big or strong. You just have to be you. You can be great no matter what. And I’ll be right there beside you on your journey, alright?” He placed a sweet little kiss on his son’s forehead and continued his little trip down memory lane pointing at the figures in the photos and introducing them to his son, telling them when they would meet in person.

And from your place at the nursery door frame, you stood there feeling your heart swell at Kageyama, grateful to be a part of his little family.

TSUKISHIMA

“What are you doing?”

You looked up from your place in the comfy chair Tsukishima got for the nursery. You gave an excited smile in return for the amused grin he showed you.

“I’m playing her some music!”

He chuckled and walked up to you. “I can see that.”

“Well apparently she can finally start hearing from in there so I decided to give it a try.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little silly? Or at least a little early?” he asked as he settled on the matching ottoman in front of you.

You shook your head, “A friend of mine said her mom listened to music when she was pregnant with her and she came out with an amazing singing voice. And so I called your mom earlier and she said that she did the same with you and you came out loving music. Think about it sweetheart, what if this makes the difference between her growing up and learning violin or not.”

“You’re planning on her being a violinist?” The smirk on his face was unwavering and his eyes were bright as they watched you.

You groaned at his teasing. “Oh throw me a bone,” you exclaimed and poked his cheek.

You giggled when he turned his head and pretended to bite your finger. He was always extra playful when it came to talking about the baby.

“Fine,” he gave in and held his hand out, “What were my lovelies listening to?”

He scrolled through the playlist you had chosen. “Oh come on.”

You snatched your phone back laughing and chastised him, “Hey don’t hate on it, you said you’ve always liked my music taste.”

“I do, I do, I’m just joking,” he smiled, placing a hand on your knee.

“Okay if you are so against this idea,” you played along, “then what are your suggestions?”

He smiled at you and looked up in thought for a second. “I got it,” he started, “Sing to her. It’s more intimate and I think she’ll appreciate it more, hm?”

You laughed and shook your head, “I am not doing that. Besides, don’t you know that those who volunteer others are volunteering themselves?” You theatrically gestured toward your bump.

Tsukki and you had a staredown but it was clear you weren’t backing down, especially with that mischievous smile you had on.

“Oh, okay,” he leaned close to your stomach and whispered to the baby, “Judge my singing voice and I won’t buy you a violin.”

He grinned when you lightly slapped his arm at his pretend-threat. But he was relentless today. He started singing the radio hit song that irked you.

“If it stresses me out, it stresses the baby out.”

He chuckled and nodded, finally getting his teasing out of his system. “Okay then what about an original just for her?” Tsukki placed his hands on the baby bump and sang the sweetest lyrics to a random tune.

Little Tsukishima, I know that you’ll shine bright. And never forget that we love you ‘til the end of ti-

The two of you met one another’s gaze with wide eyes.

“Did she just?”

“She did,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Oh! She loves it!” You giggled at the fluttering kicks your baby started to do. “She’s only ever kicked in the morning, this is the first time she’s kicking in response to something. Wow, I thought that was an old myth or something!”

Kei laughed in joy but also in slight disbelief, “Aw, how do we know she’s not telling me I’m terrible.”

“No, of course she loved it! And how can she not when her papa came up with such cute lyrics oh my goodness,” you cooed at him and ruffled his hair, bursting into laughter when he carefully shoved you off. “One more time? Please?”

He fixed his hair before leaning on your knees so sing to his daughter again.

Though it wouldn’t be the last time, far from it actually.

KENMA

“Oh gosh, she’s grown so much since the last time I saw her! And that was last week!”

Kenma chuckled at his best friend’s comment.

You smiled too as you bounced your daughter on your lap. “She’s a cutie though isn’t she?” you lifted her and laughed when she started giggling and moving her little arms. “She has her daddy’s striking eyes. Basically a spitting image huh?”

“She’s absolutely a cutie but don’t compare her to Kenma. I’ve seen his baby pictures and this girl looks nothing like that little grubby blob Kenma was.”

You laughed as Kenma shot Kuroo daggers, Kuroo who was holding his hands up in defense.

“Alright well I should be heading out,” you said handing your daughter off to Kenma. “I’ll see you two later,” you gave father and daughter kisses on the cheek. “You’ll be alright, right?” you asked your husband.

Kenma grinned, “It’s not my first time watching her by myself.”

“I know, I know. I’m just going to miss you two.”

“Oh you’ll only be gone for the day, plus don’t you mean three? We’ll all be fine, I swear.”

You grabbed one of the couch cushions and aimed it at Kuroo’s head.

Kenma snickered and nodded at you, “I swear, we’ll all be fine. Just a little trip to the store, grab some lunch and then spend the rest of the day here waiting for you to come back home. I’ve got everything, and everyone, under control.”

-----

When you got home that evening you entered a dark living room, but you could hear some noise coming from the other side of the house so you made your way over to find Kenma.

The closer you got you could hear voices coming from Kenma’s gaming room.

Your jaw dropped when you opened the door. Your baby girl was fast asleep in her cot. Your husband and his best friend were sitting on the floor with boxes, instruction manuals, and tools strewn about. In the middle of the two of them was a tiny, fully-assembled, toddler’s gaming chair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh come on, you love it!”

“Not a word out of you, Mister, I will get to you later,” you pointed at Kuroo. Turning to face your husband you placed your hands on your hips. “Kenma.”

He scrambled to get up and near you. When he did he placed his hands on top of yours to grab hold of your hips, “Okay, I know it might not seem like the most practical thing, but..but,” he was at a lost for words and ended up just gesturing to the little gaming chair, “Look at it babe!”

You had to smile at how much he clearly loved it. And you had to admit it looked really cute next to Kenma’s grown gaming chair.

“You know she’s four months old right? Like she just started to hold her own head up?” You asked him, still not giving in despite the obvious amusement on your face.

“Yes, but, if you look at it it’s kind of like the high-chair we got her for the dining room and she can’t even use that for maybe another two months. And this doesn’t have wheels like a normal gaming chair so she won’t go sliding around or anything like that. She can just kind of, uh well, watch me play.. And I can watch her.”

If your heart wasn’t already melted-

“It is cute,” you mumbled.

And the smile on Kenma’s face really sold it to you that you two were keeping it.

You sighed and smiled, “Tell me this was the only superfluous purchase you spent on our infant daughter, cause I have a feeling it’s not.”

Kenma sent you a sheepish smile and walked over to a shopping bag and lifted the item up to show you.

“A baby gaming headset?” you exclaimed, not being able to hold in a squeal when you saw it. You examined it when Kenma handed it to you. “And it has a fake microphone? And it has soft fluffy ears, oh my gosh.”

“I told you they’d love it!” Kuroo piped up from his place on the floor.

You went over to the cot and grabbed your daughter to move her to the nursery. “I have to admit I do love it,” you spoke to your daughter who had woken up in the midst of the commotion, “I just hope your daddy and Uncle Kuroo know they’re not taking you out to the shops anytime soon.”

“Wait, you’re not going to let me take her out without you anymore?”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, baby,” you said, placing a kiss on Kenma’s cheek. “You know I’m just joking about that,” you make sure you calm down any nerves you might have instilled in him, “Of course you can take her out, you’re an amazing dad I wouldn’t stop you.” You cooed at your baby a little before placing her on your hip as you walked out of the gaming room. You faced your husband, “You’re just leaving your wallet with me next time.”

He knew you were joking but his face still went a little cold.

“Good one!”

“You’re the one who convinced me to buy it!” Kenma yelled at the peanut gallery, aka his best friend.

You smirked at Kenma and nodded, “Yeah, or even better the next time you two see something flashy for a little baby angel who is blessed and spoiled as is then just ask Uncle Kuroo to generously swipe his card so this little baby angel can have a college fund and something flashy. Best of both worlds.”

You left for the nursery as Kuroo started shouting after you and Kenma doubled over in laughter.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.8: Sakamaki Subaru [Track 3+4]

Original title: 警告 & 死にたいのか

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 8: Sakamaki Subaru [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: My proofreader actually commented on this as well, but there’s A LOT of heavy breathing in this CD. Definitely watch this one with headphones or people will give you weird looks, haha. xD Subaru’s tsundere-level is still going strong, but he does give in and suck the MC’s blood in this one. She seems more willing to let him compared with some of the other boys though. I remember in Kanato & Laito’s CDs in particular, I just felt so bad for the MC because they just forced themselves on her. > <

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 3: Warning

*Rustle*

“Haah...The fuck are you doin’...? Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands to yourself...?”

You offer him your blood.

“Hah...? If I’m thirsty...I should just have some of your blood? ...Kuh...Ugh...I refuse! I’m not that weak... that I’d give in and give you exactly what you want.”

You seem worried.

[00:33] “...Mind your own business. ...These wounds...there’s just some scratches. It’s nothin’ you should worry ‘bout. ーー Anyway, haven’t I told you this a million times before!? Who do you take me for!? ...I’m...a Vampire...so...kuh...A human such as yourself...means absolutely nothin’ to me...!”

You frown.

“When you offer me your blood like that...It’s just fuckin’ annoyin’...You should just hand it over without resisting...when I’m the one who asks for it!”

You move closer.

*Rustle rustle*

[01:31] “...!? Oi...? What are you doin’...Holdin’ out your wrist like that...Fuck! Piss off already...It’s like you’re...lookin’ straight inside my head...Haah, haah...Yeah, exactly! You’re absolutely right! They got me pretty good...Whatever! Put that hand away!”

You hesitate.

“I’m...hella pissed off right now...I’m thirsty as well...I just don’t have the time for you right now.”

You move a little closer again.

[02:27] “Stay back! ...I honestly don’t know...what I’m capable of right now...If you don’t want to get messed up, then don’t touch me! Don’t make me sound like a broken record! Haah, haah...Kuh...Argh...Haah, haah...”

You tell him you’ve strenghtened your resolve.

“Why...? Why are you so insistent on...? ...Ugh...I’m parched...Why is this thirst so strong...?”

*Rustle*

[03:11] “Che...Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards...I really can’t guarantee what’ll happen to you...I probably won’t be able to stop...nor listen to what you say...Are you willin’ to take the risk regardless...?”

You nod.

*Rustle*

“Hehe...”

*Rustle*

“You’re quite the freak...Your blood is extremely delicious, I can’t imagine somethin’ I’d rather eat...So I might not be able to stop...Especially right now...I can’t hold myself back...But you still don’t mind...do you?”

You give him permission.

[04:18] “Hehe...Then come...If we can’t get out of this place...Then I guess I don’t have much else to do...than indulge in your blood here...”

He licks your wrist.

“Hah...I can feel your pulse...underneath the skin of your wrist...”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:49] “Are you yearnin’ for me as well...?”

Subaru bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Haah...Ahn...Haah, haah...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Fuck! That’s why...I was against this...! I can feel myself losin’ control...!　Haah, haah...I might just...kill you on instinct...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[05:39] “Hah...Argh...Haah, haah...It’s so good...Delicious...as if it’s...soothing the pain of my wounds...I warned you, didn’t I? I told you to keep your hands off me... and that I couldn’t take responsibility for my own actions. ...Show me your other hand as well. I’ll plunge my fangs inside. I’ll overwrite...any marks left behind by some other guy with my own.”

*Rustle*

[06:22] “Hurry...Give it to me!”

*Rustle*

“Hah..! Haah...”

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Ah...Shit...! I must look utterly pathetic right now...Shit...But I can’t stop regardless...!

*Gulp gulp*

[07:02] “Haah, haah...Oi, are you alright...? Aren’t you fallin’ apart as well? ...Why are you acceptin’ this shit...!? ...Are you an idiot? Or have you become self-destructive? Oi...Say somethin’...! ...Or do you think it’s interestin’...how I’m all desperate for your blood like this...?”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

[07:45] “More...Come closer...Submit your...everythin’ to me...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...!”

Track 4: Do You Have a Death Wish?

“Haah...No matter how much I try and hide it...I guess I have no other choice but to admit it...It pisses me off butーー you’re my...ugh...Haah, haah...”

You grow worried.

[00:27] “Aah...It’s nothin’...My injuries are achin’, that’s all...Haah, haah...Somethin’ doesn’t feel right...If they were tinglin’ a lil’, it wouldn’t be a big deal...but I don’t get that same sense of satisfaction I usually do when suckin’ your blood...It does for a split second, but then the thirst hits me again right after...Hah...What should I call this feelin’...? It’s different from impatience...It feels like I’m bein’ kept on my toes...Haah, haah...That’s why I’m dangerous today...Even right now...Ugh...”

*Crumble crumble*

“We should try and...find a way out somehow...”

*Crumble crumble*

“Ugh...Kuh...Haah, haah...Help me out as well...”

*Rustle*

“If only...Yes...If only I can get you out of here...Ugh...”

Subaru continues to struggle to break free.

[02:08] “They’re...after you, aren’t they? In that case...I will...with my very own hands...Ugh, fuck!”

*THUD*

*Shatter*

“...Ah!?”

*Crumble crumble*

“What’s this...? We can’t get out...!? Does this underground cemetry...not have an entrance to begin with!? Ugh...”

*Thud*

“Fuck...What’s goin’ on...!? Haah, haah...I’m fine...but I doubt you can say the same, right? ...Now keep your hands off me...”

*Rustle*

[03:06] “Did you not hear me just now!? ...Ah, shit! Haah, haah...If you stay with me...Haah, haah...You’re definitely gonna end up with holes all over your body...Right now...Haah, haah...I can’t control this urge...of wantin’ to just wreck you entirely...So don’t be reckless by tryin’ to approach me like that...Ugh...

[03:41] Haah, haah...There’s that feelin’ again...As if I’m bein’ controlled by some outside force...From the second I catch a glimpse of you, I find myself cravin’ you...Haah, haah...Aah...Ugh...It doesn’t matter if this is just part of my instincts or not...I can’t help but want you so badly...Ugh...”

You try and approach him once more.

“...So that’s why I’m tryin’ to warn you to stay away!”

You shake your head.

[04:21] “Haah, haah...What do you mean...’You don’t mind...?’ ...Haah, if you don’t mind bein’ destroyed by me...Does that mean you have finally lost your mind as well? Hah...If you’re just trying to pity me, then let me tell you ー there’s no point. I...don’t make me repeat myself again but...I don’t have the time for you right now...It’s annoyin’...! I’m not playin’ along with this ‘pity act’ of yours! If you understand that...Then get out of my sight already!”

You refuse.

[05:12] “Hah? You can’t...? Make it work somehow! If not...!”

You embrace him.

“...!? O-Oi...What are you doin’...? G-Get away...from me already...! Hurry...! Aah...Ugh...I told you that...I can’t hold back...Didn’t I...!?”

You tell him you don’t care what happens to yourself.

[05:45] “Don’t be spoutin’ irresponsible crap...claimin’ you don’t care ‘bout your own wellbein’...I ーー do care! ...However...I can’t stop myself from desirin’ you either...I must have gone pretty mad myself as well...Ugh...Argh...I refuse to...play into their hands though...!”

You grow worried.

[06:23] “...What? If it’s painful...? Hell yeah I’m sufferin’! Can’t you tell!? Your blood’s right there, up for grabs! ...Of course it’s risky...That’s why I keep on tellin’ you... to keep your distance...Do you want to die or somethin’...!?”

You still offer your blood to him.

“Ugh...Fuck...Cut it out already...!! I won’t let you go...until I’ve killed you...Of course, if you don’t mind dyin’, that changes everythin’...Hah...”

*Rustle rustle*

“The blood’s...dribbling down your wrist...Haah, haah...”

He laps it up.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

[07:34] “It’s sweet...So, what are you playin’ at? ...I seriously won’t take responsibility. If this is what you want, then I tooーー ...Come on, tell me. Where do you want me to suck you? Tell me...where you want my fangs.”

You answer.

[08:12] “Your neck? Hehehe...I see. Gotcha. Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards though. You brought this all...upon yourself...Haah, haah...”

*Rustle*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Desires {XiaoVen}

A/N: omg this one almost felt self-indulgent oughhh i love these two so much. I decided to make it romantic i hope you don’t mind~ I had a lot of fun with this one (even though there’s like,,, no plot) and i hope everyone enjoys!

Summary: Xiao asks Venti to do something for him, and Venti is more than willing to oblige.

Word Count: 1.3k (under the cut)

“Can you… tickle me?”

The question had shocked both Venti and Xiao, despite the words coming from Xiao’s lips. He bit his lips shyly as soon as the words left them, Venti only staring at the Adeptus as he shifted uncomfortably across from Venti in the fields.

Venti had to hold back a chuckle, for he didn’t want to embarrass Xiao with his own amusement. Xiao looked at the ground, gripping the cloth of his outfit with his hands in embarrassment. Venti hummed as Xiao’s ears burned, and Venti reached out his hand to cup Xiao’s cheek. He flinched lightly at the touch, but didn’t pull away. Venti smiled fondly at him, rubbing his thumb across his cheek as Xiao leaned into his hand gently, his face still warm.

“Of course… Lay down for me?” Venti asked gently, and Xiao slowly did so, uncrossing his legs and laying on his back, the scent of dew from the grass embracing him. Venti gently straddled Xiao, holding his hips with his thighs as Xiao began to smile in anticipation and nervousness, making Venti chuckle softly.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-Yes,” Xiao said as Venti hummed, slowly lowering his hands down to Xiao’s sides, his thumbs lightly pressing against the fabric of his vest as Xiao flinched, already giggling from anticipation. Venti chuckled, lightly rubbing his thumb in circles, Xiao slapping his hand over his mouth as Venti clicked his tongue.

“Nuh-uh, I’m doing something nice for you, the least you could do is let me hear that cute laugh of yours dear,” Venti teased, making Xiao whine lowly, slowly pulling his hand off of his face and letting it rest at his side as he squeezed his eyes shut. Venti snickered at Xiao, noticing how his nose was already scrunched as his singular dimple showed from his twisted smile. He was so adorable…

Venti had to shake himself out of his thoughts, he had to do what his partner wanted. He gently squeezed his sides, getting into a consistent rhythm as Xiao giggled squirming lightly from side to side, his hands grabbing onto Venti’s wrists, not to pull them off but rather for support. Venti hummed as he sped up a little bit, digging in a bit harder as well as Xiao squeaked, arching his back slightly as louder giggles poured from his lips.

“Hehehe, V-Ventehehe!” Was all he said, and Venti chuckled.

He always loved tickling Xiao, and what made it even better was that Xiao enjoyed it. He loved to hear his sweet laughter, he loved to watch his face, he loved to feel his partner melt in his hands. Venti smiled, tracing his hands down slightly and pinching at Xiao’s hips, making him buck suddenly at the contact, a shriek falling out of his throat.

“HAha! Wahahahait! Not thehehehere!”

“Hmm? Why not here? Does it tickle bad here Xiao?”

Xiao nodded quickly and Venti snickered amusedly, digging his thumb into Xiao’s hipbone as he wiggled it around, making Xiao shriek again as he kicked his legs behind Venti, squealing as he shook his head back and forth, his face pink.

Venti danced his fingers up again, going up towards Xiao’s ribs, gently prodding against them as Xiao squeaked, clamping his arms against his sides, trapping Venti’s hands.

“Kyahaha! Venti! Not-”

“Not there? You said that about your hips too Xiao~ Just how ticklish are you? Wanna tell me?”

Xiao shook his head and Venti laughed. He vibrated his fingers against Xiao’s ribs, making him squeal as peals of laughter emerged from his lips, his giggles bubbling out of his throat like a fountain as Venti hummed, listening to the sweet symphony of Xiao’s laugh.

“Xiaooo, my hands are trapped now. I need you to raise your arms for me~” Venti cooed, and Xiao squeaked when he started kneading his ribcage, his thumb rubbing circles just below his chest as he threw his head back.

“I cahahahan’t!” He whined, twisting back and forth as Venti clicked his tongue, his slow pace from speeding up as Xiao’s laugh continued to bubble from his lips, filling the air around them. Xiao managed to slowly raise his arms, almost pulling them down a few times when Venti would suddenly claw at his ribs, making him squeak.

He finally managed to get his arms fully above his head, still giggling as Venti pulled his hands away from his ribs. Xiao continued to giggle but caught some of his breath back, figuring Venti was done. He was proven wrong, however, when Venti suddenly dug his hands in Xiao’s completely exposed underarms, making him screech.

“VEhehehenti! Venti, wait dohohohon’t! HAHAha, noooo!” Xiao squealed, lurching forward and immediately bringing his arms back down, once again trapping Venti’s hands as he laughed hysterically, his face bright pink as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes.

Venti laughed with Xiao, cooing at him with teases and jests as Xiao laughed beneath him. After a few moments, Venti pulled his hands out of the hollows (turns out Xiao didn’t need to raise his arms after all) and placed them on his tummy, making Xiao freeze, still giggling as he looked up at Venti.

“Vehehenti,” Xiao giggled weakly, a soft look on his face as he had a wide smile, cheeks dusted pink. Venti felt his own cheeks warm as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss against that dimple he loved so much. Xiao flushed, shoving Venti’s head away, embarrassed.

Venti chuckled, slowly tracing circles on Xiao’s tummy as he huffed, snickering at the light touches as Venti stayed close to his face, whispering in his ear, the warm breath making Xiao jolt.

“Just tell me when you want me to stop,” He whispered, barely heard over Xiao’s growing giggles as he nodded. Venti smiled, leaning his head down into the crook of Xiao’s neck as he kissed his clavicle, making him squeak before he dug his fingers into Xiao’s tummy.

Xiao threw his head back as frantic, hysterical laughter immediately erupting from his lips as Venti continued to pepper his neck with ticklish kisses. Xiao could feel Venti’s smile against his skin, but he was too busy laughing to do anything else.

“BAHAharbatos! Wahahahait!” Xiao shrieked desperately, grabbing at Venti’s wrists as Venti clicking his tongue at Xiao before pressing another kiss to his throat.

“You know what happens when you call me Barbatos, don’t you Xiao?”

Xiao squeaked, realizing he misspoke but before he could do anything Venti was focusing more on his tummy, clawing at it with his hands as Xiao’s hips rocked, trying to escape Venti’s dexterous fingers.

Xiao laughed heartily and earnestly as his body shook with laughter, a tear trickling down his cheek as Venti took a deep breath, placing his lips back against Xiao’s neck. Before he could react, Venti blew a raspberry against the sensitive skin and Xiao positively shrieked, arching his back as he shook his head, completely spasming underneath Venti.

“Stahahahap! STAHAHahap, t-too muhuhuch!” Xiao finally exclaimed, his loud, frantic laughter finally getting the best of him as the sensations overwhelmed him. Venti quickly slowed his fingers, pulling his head away from Xiao’s neck to admire the view as he continued to rub tickly circles into the sides of Xiao’s tummy, keeping his giggles from completely dying down.

Xiao was smiling widely, his dimple still showing as his face was dusted a light red, tears pooled in his golden eyes as he breathed heavily, still giggling. He noticed Venti staring at him with a fond smile and whined, covering his face with his hands as Venti chuckled. He grabbed his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face, leaning over Xiao and giving him a quick kiss as Xiao got even redder, pulling his hands back to his face and covering it.

Venti hummed, finally getting off of Xiao and laying beside him, reaching out and brushing his hair gently. He pet his head, Xiao making a noise akin to a purr as Venti gently touched the Adeptus’ hair. Venti smiled, watching Xiao as he peacefully laid there, soaking up the sun’s rays before Venti curled up next to him, the two of them laying there for as long as they desired.

#xiaoven #xiao #venti #genshin impact #anon #tickle fic

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l33hyunjaes · 2 years

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"ANYONE WHO HURTS MY HYUNJAE WILL SEE MY FISTS" ADJKDJSJ i'm laughing so hard at your tags AHAHA. and yes it's so booring not having a crush but... guess that's why we're here 🤡 the bermuda line appearance was just me being self indulgent but i see it worked on u hehe

alsooo do you have enough data to pick a fave(s) from my works that you've read? i wanna know what kind of elements you enjoy in writing (and pls... don't say hyunjae... LOOL)

FLSKDJFKLDS yes I ... expressed pretty much everything that came across my mind in those tags HAHAHA

Oh yeah I definitely live vicariously through fics when my own life is boring lololol and yes the Bermuda line appearance definitely worked on me hheeheh

Ohhhhhh a fave? HM wait let me see ... ok it's definitely more than one lol but!

If the lipstick matches (maybe don't wear it): Y/N thinking that Juyeon would be really that stupid to not recognise them is just too funny! Of course, I loved the setup of the situation in the first place, and all those lab moments were so precious <3 (Also loved the teasing of Hyunjae - and yes, I say this from the version of me that didn't even know who Hyunjae was when I read the fic for the very first time!)

The regular dilemma: sometimes I just think about the part where Juyeon 'inspects' the uh ... latte art ... 😂 The humour in this one is top-tier, personally! Also Juyeon's persistence in actually coming despite Y/N giving him the wrong number is just too cute~ Omg just realized that this also features the rest of Bermuda line slkjdfklsdjflksj hahahahahaha

Bad at being bad: yeah I know it's a Hyunjae fic but in my defence! I didn't really know who he was until way after I read this fic HAHAHA (and look where we are now 🤡). Also the opening lines take on a whole new meaning nowadays HAHA! I really liked the 'duality' of Hyunjae in this fic, and also how every single time Y/N heard about his 'bad boy' persona, they had actually in fact been there when the incident happened (and he was definitely NOT a bad boy lol).

Offend: I love the teasing in this hehehe from both Sunwoo and Hyunjae! I know this was more like a drabble but I think it has a great amount of potential! (I also looooovveeeeee enemies-to-lovers tropes lskjdflksdjfls)

Take a hint: I loved the rollercoaster of emotions that this took me on as a (semi-frustrated) reader - like the miscommunication trope! The best friends to lovers trope!

(sldkfjskldjfl I already tried to stop myself from naming all the fics of yours that I've read and describing what I liked most Hyunjae in each of them HAHA)

Hm I think common thing that I like about your fics is definitely - comedy! Seems like the ones I really like all have quite memorable comedic relief moments! Perhaps because they make the fics seem a bit more realistic? Like not everything goes well / perfectly, and there are always awkward moments in life hehe - I guess these moments also make the characters a bit more relatable too. I also know you said that you've realized you use a lot of dialogue in your fics hahaha but! I personally really like them, and I think a lot of your iconic fic lines are from dialogues! (Also I love college!aus a lot HAHAHAHA)

Hm also in general, I really like it when you describe their confessions / kisses - they seem very romantic, and you take your time to describe them, which I really like (gives me lots of butterflies!). The way you describe them like they hold the whole world in their hands or something ... you know, it's just so poetic! ❤️

#the boyz #gracefulweather

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mickmundy · 1 year

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7, 22 and 25 for bushmed! for that ask game hehe. lets HEAR IT then

WHEEEE OMFG CC ASK.... YEASSSSSSSS HEHEHE picks up my quill... lets get to it

7. Who is the more romantic one? surprisingly(?) i think sniper. once he's comfortable in a relationship he has nooo problem doting on his partner! sniper's a listener by nature and loves picking up on small details or things about medic (i wrote a mini fic about sniper breeding exotic/poisonous plants for medic bc he mentioned offhand that he'd love to have access to them but doesn't have time to grow them himself) that could be translated well into romantic gestures!! i think sniper heavily considers like... concepts of what romance is ("giving medic Evil Plants is romantic") whereas medic's superpower is just making anything romantic ("we're going to go look for bones postgame together it will be romantic no matter what!") if that makes sense! part of my fics is sniper figuring out that romance is a very subjective concept that's defined by the relationship itself, not by conventionality! and once he learns that it comes decently easily to him i think hehe!

22. How do they apologize after arguments? honestly i think they both went into the relationship knowing that they have other priorities, lives, etc outside of Medic X Sniper (LOL) so i don't see them Truly Arguing a lot. most of the time if things are shitty they just work through it as best they can. However i think sniper is the less emotionally mature one, but both are pretty prideful. medic can sometimes not be so aware of others emotions (whereas sniper is very aware of others emotions) so sometimes clashing is inevitable. i think medic would hand out apologies as long as you could explain to him like "hey this is why this upset me" and he'd be like "ohhh! i never thought of it that way! i apologize!", whereas getting sniper to both Admit Fault and articulate how he feels might be a bit of a challenge sometimes... but that's okay! medic is patient and ultimately loves learning about his partner so sniper can take all the time he needs :) i imagine they'd take a little bit of space from one another to think about how they feel and then when they come back together they have little "gifts" for each other (usually some kind of Favorite little treat that can be shared. coffee, a snack, etc) and talk it out!

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting? AUGAUGAUGUAGAAAAAHHHH ive put a gross amount of thought into this for someone who thinks that them "truly settling down/retiring" is fairly unlikely... however... if i'm being indulgent... i think their dream home would be something p simple, subtle, nothing Extravagant. somewhere on the coast somewhere (germany or australia; neither are opposed to either one!) where they can make it their own. sniper could (and Would) build a small greenhouse and a place for medic's doves to play safely... they'd have a garden and could/would be entire self sufficient, but still within a decent traveling distance to a town/city nearby if need be (in case medic brings sniper home greasy fast food after he knows he's been working on the house all day and sniper could weep with joy KSDKDSF)... medic would Leap to decorate the interior... i think they'd both have pretty similar decor styles... medic would insist that sniper's taxidermy is displayed (and all of medic's fun little Oddities In Jars), they'd have a small lil library/study area for all of their books and instruments, a fireplace would be an absolute must...

and of course they'd have a little car park for sniper's van :') who is mostly the retired one of the three of them! <- they'd laugh about that probably... medic is super hands on and would be following sniper around being like "mhmm. aha, and what do we do next! can i help!" and it would be Truly something they'd build Together... their mantle would have the lil urns of medic's doves or hootsie when they pass.. a rack with some of sniper's mum's blankets she made (i don't think he'd keep a LOT from his family but blankets seem like something he'd swear he wasn't gonna take and then would frown and grab them and bundle them under his arm and put them in his van :'( sdkfkd)... like i think it would Very Much be Both of their spaces...

one of my favorite things to think about is that i think their bed would be against the wall... and sniper would sleep against the wall... like in his loft bed in his camper ykwim.. just a sweet little "comfort" thing that medic just took it upon himself to be like "we only need one night stand! you should sleep against the wall :) trust me!" and it just sticks.... bc medic knows thats just a little Thing about sniper that he knows sniper would like... hehe... AUGAOGUAOGUAAAAA

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I LITERALLY LEAPED TO ANSWER IT #ILYYYYSMSMSMSMSSMSMMSMS #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs #asks #AGUAOGAUUGAGA #ALSO SORRY THEYRE SO LONG JESUS #medsnip

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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i think u said once how u began sharing ur writing so others can benefit from it but how does it primarily help u? i know you said to cope..but like how

i’m genuinely curious so i really hope this isn’t coming off mean or anything !!

hello anon!! <33

tw: mental illness, overdose mention

don’t worry hehehe it isn’t coming off as mean!! so that’s the secondary reason i decided to share my writing online (the thought that it may help others cope as well), the first being that i wanted to get used to sharing my work with strangers + receiving feedback from strangers.

so! writing primarily helps me cope because it enables me to take full control of the situations and the traumas inflicted on me and work through them in various ways. it often acts as an emotional release for me, but also as a way for me to examine things. writing about an opioid overdose, for example, was extremely cathartic in ways i can’t really describe accurately. it was almost like a way to process that event. writing about bmb tomura’s struggles with severe mental illness is also extremely cathartic for me, even though the delusions + hallucinations etc we experience and our situations as a whole are entirely different. i’ve found that writing bmb tomura has helped me learn even more about myself, about my illness, and about how it affects me/manifests in my brain, body, and life. and that’s super valuable information! it’s helped me become more self-aware of my illness and, as such, has helped me cope during episodes.

my work is deeply personal, as i would argue all art is (to varying degrees). there are pieces of me inherently imbued in every single piece i write—my mannerisms, my flaws, my love, my anger, my sadness, my strengths, my experiences, my relationships or relationships of those very close to me, my very essence as a person and a creator etc—but there are still certain events in my life that i cannot write about. there are certain things that have happened to me that my brain can’t even begin to process yet, because they are too painful. there are certain kinks and things i won’t write because they’re too triggering for me personally. i may one day be able to explore these things in my work, or i may never be able to; only time will tell (this is where actual therapy with a mental health professional is especially useful, of course!)

so, in sum, that’s how it helps ME the most: through allowing that emotional release, enabling me to process and work through things, and allowing me to take full control of those situations and examine them in different lights and angles. i romanticize my own trauma a lot because that helps me cope, too; i find it easier to work through with rose coloured glasses on. it also allows me to take these things that have happened to me or deeply affected me negatively and rework them—to make them into something beautiful (something messed up and twisted, but tragically beautiful nonetheless); to transform them and take that authority/control over those experiences, and morph them into something new, to create something meaningful from them. i also think it’s important to keep in mind that these are just MY personal coping strategies, and others may write or read for entirely different reasons related to coping.

anyway, i hope this makes sense anon!! <3 i don’t only write to process trauma and cope with my illness, of course, but it is definitely one of the big reasons why i create. i also write because i genuinely love the craft with all my heart. i write for escapism and entertainment (which is another form of coping!! ie sometimes when i’m feeling REALLY rough i’ll write myself something super indulgent and fluffy <3), i write to explore topics and scenarios that i would never want to explore in real life (ie murder and torture), etc. etc. etc.

additionally, i personally think art (any type!) can be a fantastic tool to not only process trauma but also to just work through emotions and situations in general, both good and bad!!! maybe you can’t find the right words to express it, to express yourself or your emotions, but maybe you can paint or draw it (ie have you ever tried flinging paint at a canvas when you’re so angry you can’t think straight!? it really does help!!!). or maybe you can’t write it in words, but you can write it in music (ie the piece tchaikovsky wrote for his late younger sister after she passed, and how her death impacted his work on the nutcracker as a whole) etc etc etc. it’s all very personal!!! and it is one of the many things that makes art in general so beautiful to me hehe <3

and then in terms of possibly helping others: the amount of times i’ve had someone tell me that my writing has helped them with an emotional release, or helped them realize something about their own trauma, or even just stopped by to tell me that my work provides them with some much needed escapism and distraction or entertainment (especially when they were feeling very low or in a very dark place!)—all of these things are so incredibly important to me, and i cherish each and every one of these interactions, because it makes me feel like i’m doing something important and meaningful, both for me AND for others. and that’s truly special <3

#tw mental illness #tw drug overdose #just in case!!!#so yeah!! hopefully this makes sense!!!#but those are my reasons/what i mean when i say it helps me cope <3 #i hope you’re having a fantastic night anon and thank you so much for clarifying your intentions and being kind + respectful!!!#that means a lot to me <333 #stay safe out there and drink ur water please!!!#sending much love n health ur way <333 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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writeofmind · 4 years

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all night

Genre: smut

Pairing: Dom!Lisa x Reader

Warning: slight kinks

anon: Hi could you make a lisa smut where you and her are dating and she gets jealous or something like the one in rose’s and she makes you eat her out the whole night hehehe

A/N: finally done!! thank you guys for the wait, i hope its steamy, just the way you guys like it. btw, for lisa, i will gladly bruise my knees.

If there was one thing that you loved seeing, it was Lisa in her natural element of performing on stage, or her home that was better known as the practice room.

It was amazing to see how playful Lisa was when she would dance with her members, how during practice she and the staff would mess around, making jokes and sitting on the floor to share a meal together after a long day. You could feel the familial bond in the room whenever you all were together, and it made you happy.

When Lisa was able to become a mentor for an idol group competition, you were ecstatic to see what she would be like as a teacher rather than a student. You imagined that she’d be just as playful, her usual preppy self hopping around the room and giving such careful guidance, beaming her sunshine of a smile at the mentees to give them the encouragement they needed.

However, Lisa in mentor mode was a completely different story.

It came as a surprise to you when you were finally able to sit down and watch her show, and you saw her being the most strict that you had ever seen her. She rarely was smiling, catching any and every slight mistake that the mentees were making. She was harsh, unafraid to call anyone out for not doing their absolute best.

“Babe, you’re being kinda intense, don’t you think?” You asked when you were sitting and watching the show together. Lisa chuckled, lightly shrugging her shoulders.

“I have to be. The idol industry is cruel, they have to understand that.”

You knew she was right. If any of the mentees doubted themselves, or allowed themselves to have any sort of flaw, you knew that the industry would chew them up and spit them right back out. Seeing Lisa train them in such a strong way made you proud, but also, a bit scared.

Though if you were being honest with yourself, you found it pretty hot when Lisa was assertive like that. You were used to her soft and giggly demeanor, and the way she was able to switch up so quickly amazed you.

On few occasions, you were able to accompany Lisa to her mentoring sessions. You would stay to the side and off camera, of course, but you simply enjoyed seeing Lisa work in her element.

Today was one of those days. With nothing planned for yourself, you decided to tag along with her, and she was more than happy to have you come. Lisa liked when you went with her to the shoots, more so because she always caught the way you looked at her when she was mentoring, though she never told you that she knew.

As you stood off to the side with your arms crossed, smiling humorously at Lisa’s strict personality, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned your head and saw a staff member standing behind you.

“Oh, hi,” you smiled, “I’m sorry, am I in the way?”

“No, not at all,” they smiled, “I just see you a lot around here. I’m new-ish, but you aren’t a part of the staff, are you?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I just come to watch, I’m with Lisa.”

You figured that you saying that would be enough innuendo for them to understand. You never wanted to explicitly state you and Lisa’s relationship for the sake of privacy; if they knew, they knew, and if not, you weren’t going to go out of your way to broadcast it.

“Ah, yeah! Lisa is really great, huh?”

You nodded as you spoke with them, after all, you wanted to be friendly with the staff that Lisa was working with. You didn’t notice the small glances from across the room.

“So since you’re with Lisa, do you dance also?”

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head with a laugh. “Definitely not. Maybe a bit, but I leave that to her.”

You did, however, catch the staff’s eyes scan you up and down. They smiled, “That’s a shame, I could see you up there with the mentees. You have the looks for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the compliment. Comments like this weren’t foreign to you, so you knew to simply brush them off. They always did flatter you, and you would indulge in them- after all, what was wrong with a little shameless teasing?

“You think so? Maybe one day you will see me up there. I hope you don’t enjoy it too much.” You winked, and just as you did, you felt arms wrap around your waist. You turned your head to glance behind you, seeing Lisa resting her head on your shoulder, though her eyes were not on you and did not seem inviting in the slightest. You hadn’t even realized that the show was having a commercial break.

“Oh, hey, love,” you brought intertwined your fingers to bring her hand up for a kiss. She smiled at the action yet said nothing in return, merely glaring at the blushing staff member next to you.

Luckily, before Lisa could even open her mouth to comment something snarky, someone called for the staff and they scurried away with their faces as red as a tomato.

“After this, we’ll be done filming for today. Let’s go straight home.” Lisa’s voice was deadpan. You raised an eyebrow, “I thought you wanted to go to dinner after this?”

“No.” Again, her stern voice, “Home is fine.”

“Okay, okay, baby.” You laughed a little, figuring that her mentor personality just hadn’t worn off yet. You kissed her cheek, and she clung to your side for the rest of the shoot, all up until the two of you finally reached home.

When you unlocked the door and the two of you walked inside, Lisa finally spoke up.

“So. You wanna tell me what was going on on-set?”

You ticked your head as you tossed your jacket over the couch. Lisa stood in front of you with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, expecting you to say something— when you didn’t, she narrowed her eyes.

“The staff member?” She snapped, “Blatantly flirting with you?”

Ah, yes. You let out a laugh and shook your head, attempting to get closer to her, but she took a step back. “Lisa, my love, you think everyone flirts with me.”

“That’s because they do! You’re just oblivious.” Lisa sighed and shook her head, “And I know you play back, y/n.”

“Because everyone knows I’m yours, baby,” you swooped in to take Lisa by her hips, gently guiding her until her back pressed against the wall. You smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Lisa knew you were charismatic, but she beat herself up every time she gave in to your flirtatious tactics. Except, she had a better idea in mind.

“Yeah, everyone should know that,” she grinned as she bit your bottom lip, “but little do they know, is that I’m the only one who can get you like this.”

She puts her hands to your chest to push you away, her eyes changing in a split second. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when she rested her hand at the top of your head.

“You have a lot to do before I forgive you.” Her voice was low now, enough to send shivers up and down your spine.

“On your knees, baby.” Lisa gently pushed you down until you were kneeled right before her. You kept your eyes up and focused on her as you slowly did as she said, tucking one knee after another beneath your thighs. You knew better than to look away, and were smart enough to know that disobeying her would only end badly for you.

“I think you teased me enough for one day,” her index finger traced the outline of your jaw before resting right under your chin to lift your face, “don’t you?”

You found yourself unable to even speak. The look in Lisa’s eyes was thrilling, and the feeling in your stomach grew stronger as each second passed. You watched as she slid a finger into the sides of her bottoms, pushing them past her toned thighs as seductively as she could, her underwear going down with them. She smiled at the sight of your eyes following her every motion.

She takes your collar, gently, and makes sure to pull you closer to her before making her next move.

When Lisa spread her legs to rest her thigh over your shoulder, it felt as if all of your blood rushed to your cheeks. As she leaned against the wall, you watched as her juices slicked along the insides of her thighs, little pearls of her arousal already glistening and dripping from her core. You licked your lips at the sight.

From the seductive look on Lisa’s face, the curves of her body and flat of her abs as she took deep breaths, muscles contracting with every second of anticipation, the very feeling of your own heat between your legs— the excitement in you just kept on spiking.

You felt her fingers thread themselves in the hairs on the back of your head before curling and pulling you closer to her cunt.

“You know how to please me, bad girl,” she cooed, “I’m waiting on you.”

In your kneeling position, you looked up at Lisa through your eyelashes. She gave you a smile, not a sweet one, but one that said take me.

With that, you wasted no time in letting your tongue dart from your mouth and bury itself between her folds, already eagerly catching and licking every drop of cum that threatened to fall.

“Oh, sh—” Lisa’s head pressed against the wall as she gripped your hair. Her mouth hung open with nothing but soft moans and whispers of your name.

You circled her clit with your tongue, dragging the flat of it up and back down to her entrance, where you eased the tip of your tongue into her slowly. You bob your head, tracing back up where you latch onto her clit, closing your eyes and humming at the sweet taste that you only craved more of.

Lisa’s lip was caught between her teeth as she let out a throaty moan. She slowly began to move her hips along with the movements of your tongue, making sure that your tongue was able to reach her in the places that made her scream.

Your eyes raised up at her, making eye contact. As she looked down at you, she grinned, pulling you away so that she could see the mess she was making on your face. Her juices were glistening on your lips, and it took everything in Lisa to not pull you up an make out with you right then.

Knowing exactly what she was doing, you returned her smile, and let your tongue trail along your upper lip as you swiped your bottom with your thumb, sticking your tongue out to clean it before sucking on it yourself.

You saw Lisa’s eyes visibly darken. She took your chin in one hand and pulled your hand away from your mouth with the other. While holding your jaw, her own thumb dragged your bottom lip down, opening your mouth and marveling at your tongue that eagerly reached out to invite her in.

She lets her thumb slide past your lips and sighs at the butterflies that fills her stomach when she feels the wetness of your tongue. You look back down at her dripping cunt as you swirled and sucked on her thumb, thinking of how it was such a waste to let her juices drip anywhere but into your mouth.

You let her thumb go with a *pop*, smiling up at her like an obedient puppy.

“Ahh, you’re so cute,” Lisa ran her slender fingers through your hair to grab a handful yet again. She was breathing uneven breaths, you could tell by the shivering of her abdomen, but as you gazed at her, a warm feeling swarmed your stomach.

“Only for you,” you hummed before diving back in to your lover’s garden. This time, you skim your fingers up her thighs as if you were catching ice cream dripping from a cone, reaching the cause of the spills before your two fingers easily slid themselves inside.

“Fuck— baby—” Lisa moaned when you stretched her pussy out with scissoring motions, flicking your wrist as you did the same with your tongue. Drips of nectar began to run along the back of your hand, a grin crossing your face knowing that you were doing your job well.

A gasp came from Lisa when you removed your fingers, only to take her other thigh in your arm to throw it over your opposite shoulder as well. Adjusting yourself, you wrapped your arms around the outside of her highs, allowing her room to lean as comfortably as she could on the wall. In this position, you were able to look directly down at Lisa’s leaking core. The pinks of her folds looked as beautiful as rose petals covered in morning dew, her aroused bud poking out and begging to be taken in your tongue again.

You raised your eyes to see Lisa’s hands now against the wall above her head as she watched you in anticipation. Not wanting to disappoint, you looked back down and opened your mouth.

Slowly, you let your own spit drip from your lips. Lisa’s breath hitched at the sight.

When you leaned in, you arched her hips upwards, and Lisa cried out as you pushed your tongue into her sopping wet core. You bobbed your head, making sure to reach as far inside her as you could before withdrawing your tongue to take her pearl between your lips, sucking tenderly, sighing in bliss to send chills up her spine.

“God, fuck, y/n��” Lisa’s hips stuttered, only to cause you to grip her thighs tighter, burying your face as far as you could go to keep her steady. Your tongue never stopped its assault despite the many whines and moans coming from your lover above you. You kept it moving in regulated strokes, alternating between flicking her clit and spreading her walls to lick her cavern within.

With each lick of her core, you were able to see for all but a quick second, the way her pussy would clench in hopes that your tongue would be there.

Lisa’s body was beginning to fall apart, right in your arms. You felt the way her thighs began to tremble, the way they slowly and gradually started to move close to your ears in an attempt to close them. Your hands held them tight, your tongue spelling out incoherent words of love on her clit, and after you recited your sonnet, Lisa broke.

Her moans began to grew muffled by the way she clenched her thighs around your head with one final cry, her eyes rolling back into her head as her hands tried to grip the wall behind her.

Lisa cums on your tongue with the most beautiful look on her face, and you were sure to marvel at the way her body arched from the wall, her toned stomach muscles clenching with her as she gasped and slumped back into your hold. Her breathing was erratic, sweat beading her forehead, but she was the most gorgeous sight you could ever lay your eyes on.

She catches you staring and gives you a weak smile.

“Do you forgive me yet?” You kissed her inner thigh, earning a twitch in return. Though she looked tired just a second ago, Lisa grins with her bottom lip between her teeth, and shakes her head.

“Not yet. You’re going to have to go all night, baby.”

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