#He thinks he's speaking gibberish or something's wrong with him

[kakusu-shipping]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MUSHISHI S/I!! Where did he come from?? Does he have a relationship with Ginko or anyone else?? I bet he researches Mushi, right? That seems on brand with you and your curious lil brain

Aaaaah you'd think right. I am once again answering an S/I ask with Actually I have two different Self Inserts for this fandom fdkgjfdkg

The other one, an adult who lives alone and runs a hot spring in the mountains Ginko regularly visits does Research Mushi, and writes about them in his novels. He's part of the ever growing Aro Ginko Polycule, I've talked about him a few times, he's not interesting, just kind of domestic and in love with Ginko who pays him a visit once a year or so.

A lot of my younger self inserts are much more Head Empty than my older ones, the one your asking about especially

He's a kid inflicted by the Ginko who just showed up one day in Adashino's village. Adashino assumed him some sort of love child of Ginko's and sent a letter telling him to get his ass over here as soon as possible.

He appears about 7 or 8 years old, but it's hard to tell sense his knowledge seems toddler like. He doesn't know how to use chop sticks, or what he can and can't eat, or how to dress himself, and doesn't speak or seem to understand much of what anyone says to him.

He has a bad tenancy to grab Mushi by the handful and shove them in his Tokoyami filled eye, which is what lead Doctor Adashino to bandaging up the opening, sense he assumed that probably wasn't a good thing to be doing.

In the few weeks it took Ginko to arrive, Adashino got pretty attached to the kid, getting rather use to parenting his larger than most toddler. However, like Ginko, if in one place for too long Mushi will begin to swarm around him, making it dangerous for him to stay in the villager, or anywhere for that matter.

It took a lot of convincing, but Ginko eventually agreed to take the kid on as his apprentice, taking him on his travels and teaching him the dangers and nuances of Mushi.

Basically, he becomes Ginko and Adashino's adopted son over time. Whenever he gets to talking he calls Adashino "Papa", but Ginko remains just Ginko or some form of "Master"/"Sensei" when he's learning. He also calls Tanyuu variations of "Mama" or "Auntie", with Tama being "Grandma" exclusively. He doesn't like Kumado at all.

[lonely--seeker]

I think I'm going insane. Lately my dreams have been so mundane, it wouldn't be weird if I wasn't just a person that has nightmares 80% of the time, so I now my dreams are so hard to distinguish from reality.

I wouldn't be able tell what was real from what not if it wasn't because last night I went to my doctor's appointment and I was handed new glasses by Harvey just to go back home and find out Laois was cooking something in my backyard.

[missmeinyourbones]

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

cw: non sorcerer au, college au, enemies to lovers (?) neighbors to lovers, miscommunication trope if you squint (I AM SORRY), reader e to as she/her once, reader wears heels, some light sexual content (dry humping nation rise)

wc: 10k+

There's something wrong with your upstairs neighbors. 

You've never met them, not face to face at least, but between the times you've hit your ceiling with the end of your broom and the audacity they have to continue to be as rowdy as they are, something isn't right with them. You're sure of it. 

And you're not naive to the fact that your apartment building is filled with young people, either currently in college or just freshly graduated. You're no prude to the dulled sound of late-night party playlists or squeaky bed frames muffled by plaster. 

But your neighbors aren't guilty of these typical noise complaints. No, they're borderline much worse.

The majority of their crimes take place in the day, believe it or not, which makes it all the more frustrating when you actually have shit to do. When it's not boyish yells of victory and frustration, it's footsteps that sound like a herd of elephants (how many people can live in an apartment floor plan for two?). They're relentless upstairs neighbors to have, and though you couldn't pick their faces out of a crowd if you tried, you're sure their lack of etiquette spans across other areas of their lives. 

The tiny clock at the top of your computer blinks a mocking 11:38 AM as you try to study through the sounds of excited stomping and rowdy gibberish. 

You don't know what makes today so different, whether it's the burnt coffee beans you can taste lingering in your usual order from the cafe across the street or the organic chemistry study guide practically laughing at you as you review your hieroglyphic notes for tomorrow's test.

Whatever is in the water has you feeling braver than usual, and instead of reaching for the conveniently placed broom in the corner of your kitchen, you find yourself stomping your way down the hall and up the staircase.

The sixth floor is identical to the fifth — you don't know why it wouldn't be, but you've never put much thought into it — so it's no surprise that your feet find no trouble in naturally bringing you to a door equivalent to yours just a floor below. 

Your knuckles wrap against the wood with three unfriendly knocks, and the joyous buzzing from inside the apartment instantly comes to a lull. You think you hear panicked whispers from the other side, almost as if the culprits are debating on answering or not. You take their choice away when you knock three more times. 

After a moment, you hear the clicking of the lock and the fiddling of the doorknob. You take a deep breath to ground yourself, put on your best customer service voice, and prepare to calmly tell these entitled frat boys to shut the fuck up when—

You're ironically met with the prettiest green eyes you think you've ever seen.

A tall brunette stands before you, about your age, and wearing a look that's both confused and embarrassed. Your eyes quickly flicker across his face in the span of mere seconds, logical thoughts going out the window and now replaced with amazement at how stupidly attractive he is. 

Though you knocked on his door, he speaks first.

"Hi...?" He clears his throat, looking behind you in the hallway, almost as if you have the wrong room. 

His confusion annoys you, and you suddenly remember why you're here in the first place. 

"Look, I really don't wanna be a bitch," you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "but what could you possibly be doing in this apartment that sounds like an actual full-out brawl on a Wednesday morning?"

Obliviously handsome neighbor's face goes a bit pink and his jaw slacks as he stutters, looking for either a shitty excuse or a polite explanation of the truth.

He opens the door a bit more, gesturing to the living room behind him. You spare a glance to where another guilty suspect stares back at you with big brown eyes and a smirk. There's some video game paused on the screen, ridden with animated blood and a scoped weapon's perspective.

Your attention is brought back to the one holding the door when he mumbles, "I think it's our game."

A bit dumbfounded at his lame answer, you blankly stare at him.

"Your... game?"

Brown Eyes yells from the couch, "Call of Duty!"

As if on instinct, Green Eyes closes the door a bit, shielding you from his roommate and shaking his head in exasperation. He clears his throat awkwardly, "Sorry, are you—?"

You're suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you've been staring at how long his fucking eyelashes are. He's anything but sore on the eyes, but again, you try to remind yourself that he and his roommate make your life difficult at least five out of seven days of the week.

"I live below you," you huff behind a swallow, "and you really don't make it easy." 

He nods dumbly, finally realizing the connection behind your visit. "Oh, right."

You scoff and nod your head. For someone as pretty as him, he's a bit thick in the head. 

Biting your cheek, you begin to walk away from the door without completely ending the conversation. As you're turning to leave, he hears you call out from down the corridor. 

"If you could just — not play video games like eleven-year-old boys," your tone is filled with annoyance, "that'd be great." 

You don't need to turn around to know that the stranger at the door is apologetic and nodding in compliance. Before he can fully shut the door, you hear a quip from his counterpart on the couch.

"She told you, bro."

As the door shuts, you hear the muffled hiss from the other. "You're the one making noise, dipshi—"

…..

Your threatening conversation must have worked to some degree, because it's been almost two days without any sort of annoyance from your upstairs neighbors. You think you almost take it for granted, the way you can study without headphones and enjoy a movie in the living room rather than in your bed with the speaker on high.

The walk back from your class is usually about twenty minutes, but it's closer to fifteen today as you're quicker when it comes to getting out of the cold.

Your chemistry test went alright — maybe not your best work but okay enough that you passed. And that's all you care about as you make your way back to your apartment, intending to crash in your bed and not move for the next few hours.

The winter air leaves a chill up your spine as you swipe into your building and press the elevator button. Your nose runs a bit from the cold as it sits against your knit scarf. Bag on your arm and half-consumed coffee, you can't wait to enjoy a day or two without thinking about covalent bonds and isomers.

You close your eyes and release a sigh as the elevator door begins to close, but before it gets the chance to do so successfully, quick footsteps and a hand jammed between the closing space prompt the doors to reopen.

Not really paying attention to the stranger joining your 30-second elevator ride, you simply step to the side to make more room for them.

It's not until they make eye contact with you that you realize it's your neighbor, the same one you'd borderline terrorized a few days ago for being irritating.

He's out of breath from catching the lift last minute, lungs still adjusting from the crisp air from outside. His jacket is zipped all the way up to his collar and his hair pokes out in spiky tuffs from beneath his hat.

He mumbles out a weak "sorry" before his eyes find the floor and the rickety door shuts, leaving the two of you alone in the suddenly very small space.

You'd cuss beneath your breath if you weren't close enough for him to hear it.

What's the acceptable thing to do in this scenario? You mentally weigh out your options. Sit in an awkward silence? Introduce yourself as if your encounter never even happened? Address the fact that you banged on his door a few days ago and insulted him as a first impression?

You choose the silence. If anything, you silently pray that behind your winter apparel and the lack of eye contact, he doesn't even recognize you.

But that thought goes to shit when you see that he's already pressed the fifth-floor button for you.

You swear the ride to your floor has never been this slow. Seconds feel like hours as you watch the digital number rise like paint drying on a wall. The elevator almost laughs at you as it stops on the third floor and opens itself to find no one there; you curse whoever decided to press the button before changing their mind and taking the stairs.

After what seems like forever, your floor finally flashes on the pixelated screen, and as you feel the elevator come to a stop—

The doors don't open.

You think it's just your dramatic prolonged sense of time until it's been about ten seconds and still, nothing. Just the two of you in a stopped elevator with doors that won't unlock.

You've never been one to believe in karma, but you can't help but think this is the universe punishing you for standing up for yourself. You are quite literally on your floor, a mere sliding door away from the embarrassing situation you got yourself in, but still, nothing happens.

He presses the button meant to prompt open the doors a few times with slight force.

"It does this, sometimes," he weakly coughs out in an attempt to make conversation. "It's uh—a shitty building."

You try pressing the button for yourself, "It's never done this for me."

Green Eyes sighs, slouching against his side of the wall and letting his head fall to rest on his shoulder, "Consider yourself lucky."

You huff, giving up on the button and turning to face him.

Your eyes didn't deceive you the first time you saw him — he is just as pretty as you'd initially thought. Not a great conversationalist, but nice to look at. He avoids eye contact until you speak up.

"It's happened to you before?" you gesture to the doors that won't open.

He catches your eye before nodding defeatedly, "This is the fourth time."

You can't help but bitterly laugh at the situation you're in.

"Maybe it's just you, then," you joke, looking up at the digital five mocking you in the corner.

Though you don't catch it, his eyes soften a bit as they fall on you. The corner of his mouth slightly quirks up when he chimes, "Could be."

You let yourself count another ten seconds before tossing your hands by your sides in aggravation and sighing, "So, what now? Hit the help button or—"

And like a blessing, or maybe a curse, you can't decide, the elevator chimes, signaling its arrival. The doors open swiftly as if there was nothing wrong with them in the first place, revealing your destination floor to you.

You whip your head to your upstairs neighbor, confused and almost asking for his permission to exit the elevator. You don't know why you do so, and you don't know why you only depart after he nods his head and waves his hand for you to continue.

Next time you leave your apartment, you find yourself taking the stairs to be safe.

…..

Your peaceful living is unsurprisingly short-lived. After a few enjoyable days, you'd given your neighbors too much credit as they now return to their usual noisiness. You find yourself rapping on their door once again.

This time, Brown Eyes answers.

Even before opening his mouth, he's instantly friendlier than his counterpart based on body language alone, completely opening the door all the way wide and leaning against the frame in his palm.

He's taller than you, but not as tall as the former who greeted you last time. With light rose-colored hair, he's all smiles and giggles. You'd think he were high if you could smell anything on him.

Oh, he's also shirtless.

"Hey, it's our friend again," he smiles at you before craning his neck backward, and you can make an educated guess on who exactly he's talking to.

You're quick to steer clear, "We aren't friends."

He laughs at your words, completely unfazed by the unwelcoming attitude. He casually sips on an energy drink that looks borderline lethal when he asks, "Were we being loud? You comin' to yell at us again?"

His lack of care for the situation surprisingly doesn't rub you the wrong way. Inconvenient? Yes, but not necessarily malicious, from what you can tell.

"I wouldn't be here for any other reason."

"Sorry," he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "We don't really have inside voices around here."

You can't help but roll your eyes at the childish excuse. "You should find some."

"Will do," he nods like a child being reprimanded in class, "sorry again."

He salutes you with a metal can in his left hand. Before you can turn your back to him and towards the elevator, you hear the same voice call out to you.

"Hey—!"

You stop midstride, slowly turning around to face the door again. He stands in the same position, leaning against the door frame as he points out the obvious.

"We didn't get your name last time."

You blink at him a few times, not caring enough to connect the dots and extend the nicety, but the friendly one persists. He places a palm on his (bare) chest as he gestures to himself, "I'm Itadori."

You nod with raised brows, "And I'm calling our landlord if you piss me off again."

You hear a soft chuckle from the inside of the apartment. The two of you turn at the sound of the noise, where Green Eyes hides his smile behind the strings of his sweatshirt and quickly returns his attention to his phone.

Itadori, apparently, looks back at you and nods to his friend, "That's Fushiguro."

You breathe out your own name and quickly make your way back towards your apartment. On the ride down to your floor, you find yourself repeating the name — Fushiguro. It tastes weird on your lips, and you hate the way you don't hate it.

..…

His name is Megumi. 

You learn this when a letter shows up at your door addressed to a Fushiguro Megumi. Mail mix-ups are common in the apartment complex, but you can't help but laugh at the coincidence - his name but your apartment number clearly displayed in black ink.

You examine the piece of paper closely. The cream-colored envelope covered in poorly drawn hearts and tacky puppy stickers placed randomly across its front found itself wedged into your door's mailbox. Flipping it over, the return address is a mere surname of Gojo underlined with a smiley face. 

A love letter, you realize. You're not sure why the shift in narrative suddenly fills your stomach with an uneasy weight of disappointment.

You're going out anyways, you tell yourself as you slip on your scarf and shimmy into your shoes. Between stopping at the grocery store for a few small things and dropping off overdue assignments at your professor's office, it's not like you're going out of your way to return the letter to its intended recipient. You're doing the right thing, being a good samaritan, your mind repeats. 

The single flight up the stairs is easy enough and a good excuse for exercise. Approaching the door that mimics your own floor below, the same one you've already visited two times too many, you feel weirdly nervous. Just slide it beneath his door and call it a day.  

As you bend to slip the paper beneath the door, it swings open. 

You quickly stand up straight and back away from the opening, as the shadow in your peripheral startles from your presence and does the same. 

"Shit, sorry—"

Looking up, you lock eyes with the one and only whose letter lies in your hand. Fuck. 

He hesitates a bit when he realizes it's you, doing a double take and immediately assuming he's in trouble again. 

"We—" Megumi, you now know him to be, turns his back to you, quickly surveying his empty apartment to show you, "aren't playing? Yuuji's not even home, so—”

You're not sure why you're the slightest bit hurt by his more than reasonable accusation. The only two times you've been at his door were to reprimand him, so of course he's not wrong to assume this time was no different. Still, it has you feeling guilty as you dryly swallow and raise your arm.   

"I was sticking this under your door," you sigh, handing him the ridiculous-looking envelope. "Got sent to my place accidentally."

His eyes flicker to your extended hand, and when he sees the writing on the envelope between your fingers, his body instantly goes hot with embarrassment.

"Of course it did," he groans beneath his breath, almost annoyed. 

A bit abruptly, he grabs the letter from you and places his hand behind his back, telling himself that if it's out of sight, you'll forget it ever happened entirely.

His uneasiness and slight frustration have you taking a small step back as he snatches the envelope. He senses your hesitation and immediately mourns how he acted out of instinct, sighing and slowly moving the letter from behind him to rest by his side.

He softens and clears his scratchy throat, something you've come to notice he does a lot. "Thanks."

Feeling a bit brave, you raise your eyebrows, amused at his odd behavior. Your words are taunting yet friendly when you nod to the note at his arm.

"You should probably tell your girlfriend that you're in #603, not #503."

Megumi's face is often stoic and downturned, aside from a slight pull of a smile that can rarely be seen on occasion. But at these words, you watch in regret as Megumi's expression mimics one of disgust mixed with pure mortification. 

"Oh, this—" his eyes fall to the envelope he thinks might be the cause of his death, "this isn't from a girlfriend. It's actually a lot worse than that." 

"Worse?" you push.

"It's... from a family friend," he weakly reveals. "Kinda like a dad, I guess." 

You find yourself smiling at the meek yet sweet confession, nodding along and biting back a good-hearted laugh at his timidness. 

"Right, I just assumed with the hearts and the cute stickers that—" you trail off, gesturing to the letter that clearly presents itself as something else. 

He laughs a bit humorlessly and itches the back of his neck shyly.

"That would make a lot more sense and be a lot less humiliating, yeah."

You take a moment to take in his shyness. He's harmless, you decide at that very moment. You make a mental note to remind yourself to weigh the sides of the subject at hand. 

Cons: awkward, obvlvious, bad neighbor, a tad unfriendly at times

Pros: annoyingly attractive, nice enough in actual conversation, respectful in passing, girlfriend-less 

You shake those points from your head, taking a breath and slowly moving towards the elevator. "It could've been worse. The stickers could've been puppies and kittens," you tease. 

You expect that to be all, because that's all it should be, right? An awkward yet friendly coincidence between two strangers who got off on the wrong foot. You're locked in on entering the elevator when you hear his voice from behind you. 

"Sorry—" he shortly blurts out. 

You turn, expecting him to elaborate on the outburst. The look on his face almost reads as if he wasn't planning to until seeing your reaction, where he explains, "That we're loud sometimes. I really do try to tell Yuuji to shut up, but he's just... a lot."

You don't know why your heart swells at the apology. 

"It's fine," you nod softly. Turning your back, you call out to him as you enter the elevator. "You've actually been pretty tolerable this week, but don't let that go to your head."

As the elevator closes, you see Megumi smile before returning inside and closing his door. This time, you don't stop the thoughts that flow through your head.

Pro: cute

.….

You suppose it was only a matter of time before the tables you'd set managed to turn on you, but you just didn't expect it so soon. Because the next time you run into your neighbors, it's them knocking on your door for a change.

The sharp winter wind shakes the sides of your building with rage — the kind that results in creaky panels and systems outages in certain sectors of your building.

After waking to take a shower early this morning and being greeted with piercing cold water that refused to warm up, no matter how long you ran the faucet, you knew today would be a long one.

Clad in layers of fuzzy socks and bulky hoodies, you rise from the couch to answer the banging outside. After opening the door to see who's on the other side, it takes less than a second for the visitor to make himself at home.

"You out of hot water, too?" Yuuji casually brushes past you, walking into your home and stopping in the center of the living room. He looks around the space in awe — as if his own place just a singular level above doesn't mimic the exact same floor plan.

Still in the hallway but keeping an eye on his friend's questionable behavior, Megumi waits in the hallway. He's on the phone with someone, his cell wedged between his elbow and ear. When he begins asking about the building's backup generator, you mentally thank him for being the only proactive one here.

You sigh and turn to Yuuji, who's admiring your wall art and the fact that you have an actual television stand, "I'm out of heat in general."

"Damn," he blurts out without a thought, "that sucks."

You overhear Megumi wrapping up his conversation in the background when your lips are pulled downward in confusion.

"Are you guys not?"

"Oh no, we are," Yuuji continues admiring your apartment with a child-like curiosity, "but we have a space heater that's doing the job for now. How are you so good at decorating?"

You ignore his question, turning to Megumi who now stands on the threshold of your doorway. He makes a face, one of tight lips and sympathy, almost as if he's wordlessly apologizing for both the unfortunate scenario and his roommate's lack of social etiquette.

You further wrap yourself in your own little warmth, crossing your arms inwards. "That's actually really smart of you guys," you manage to croak out.

"You can come up and chill if you want," Yuuji mindlessly offers, eyes scanning over the magnets on your fridge. He can't stop himself from fiddling with a cherry-shaped one that holds up a baby picture of you from kindergarten.

The shock on your face must be obvious because you swear you hear Megumi swallow a chuckle at your reaction.

"You came down here… to ask me to chill?" Your voice octaves up towards the end, almost as if repeating the offer will reveal itself to be a track or joke.

While Yuuji nods eagerly, you can hear Megumi muttering from behind the neckline of his sweatshirt.

"Sue us for extending a neighborly olive branch."

As Yuuji continues to outwardly snoop around your kitchen, his eyes land on your oven-top clock and he whines.

"I actually have class in twenty and need to catch the shuttle to campus, but you're welcome to not freeze to death with Fushiguro, if you want."

You check your phone, confirming the time when you question, "Didn't the last shuttle of the hour leave already?"

You watch the gears turn in Itadori's mind for a second before he smacks a palm to his head, quickly brushing past you and out the door.

"Fuck me, see you guys later then—" he hurries, the only sound following him being the swishing of his winter coat and clunky booted footsteps jostling down the stairs.

And with Megumi still standing in your doorway and the sound of the main staircase gate slamming behind Yuuji's path, you could hear a pin drop between the two of you if it weren't for the howling wind outside (which you find yourself suddenly grateful for rather than loathing it).

Megumi shifts his weight on the balls of his feet as he stands. He clears his throat in a way he hopes is subtle.

"You can still come up," he gestures to the hallway with a nod of his head, before cautiously adding, "if you want."

Instinctively, you feel your body curl further in on itself. Megumi must notice it too, as his eyes quickly flicker to your raw hands tucked beneath your arms.

"It's not that bad in here," you weakly dismiss.

He deadpans, "I can almost see your breath."

A sigh leaves your chilled body and you look up at Megumi. Now it's your turn to silently communicate with him — eyebrows raising and wavering between your options, you chew on your cheek in thought.

"You don't have to," he softly adds, hands burrowing themselves in the pocket of his hoodie. "Just wanted to see if you needed anything, I guess."

"What did the landlord say?" your words are muffled from your teeth in your cheek.

Megumi's eyes light up a bit before they find his scuffed Converse again.

"He's sending his guys over, but it's gonna take an hour, at least."

After another minute that feels like twenty, you softly speak up.

"…Do you really have a space heater?"

As he fights off a smile, Megumi gently nods.

.….

You'll admit, the apartment looks better than you'd imagined. Not that your standards weren't too high to begin with, but you're pleasantly surprised.

Megumi unlocks the front door, gesturing for you to enter as he slowly closes it behind him, shivering a bit from the draft weaving through the hallway.

It's clean, relatively. The design of the rooms and open areas are identical to your layout below, but between the decor (or lack thereof) and the overhanging presence of the space, it feels so different.

Their television, the one you know to be responsible for their rowdiness, balances on what looks to be a bedside table. Far too small for the proportions of the TV but just enough to carry the width of the screen's base, it looks silly but does the job.

"You can just…" Megumi waves his hand to the living room, awkwardly trailing off as he insists. "Sit. Wherever you want."

Your seating choices include a felt futon in scrappy condition, two lopsided beanbags, and a busted recliner. You take your chances with the futon.

Surveying the apartment, it's not terrible — truthfully, you'd been expecting worse from college guys. You give them props; aside from a few half-drank plastic water bottles and withering plants on their window sill, there's nothing that outwardly goes against any health violations or suitable living standards. No empty beer cans or pizza boxes, no trashy flags or posters hung on the walls. It's decent.

And the space heater working overtime in the corner outlet is a major plus. Feeling the angle of its warmth blasting on your legs, you exhale at the heat and rub your fuzzy slippers together on instinct.

"Do you want anything?" Megumi stands a few feet away, nervous for someone in the comfort of his own home, "Water or a drink, or something?"

It's sweet how respectful he's being — you think back to whoever sent him that letter, imagining they raised him right.

You shake your head curtly, "I don't take drinks from strange men."

His face drops instantly.

"Oh—right," he swallows harshly, fumbling with his sparse words. "I didn't mean it like that or anything, but that makes sense. I just meant—”

The stoic expression you were attempting to upkeep fails and you can't fight off the smile that pulls at your cheeks. Exhaling a laugh and looking over at him, you apologize, "I'm just kidding, Megumi."

He feels his stomach instantly solidify like cement at your words — Megumi. He doesn't recall you ever referring to him by any name, let alone his first. He feels a wandering heat itching up his neck when he coughs up a chuckle.

He shakes his head, sitting on the opposite end of the futon and leaving the middle cushion between the two of you unoccupied.

"Fuck off," he scratches his jaw to busy his shaky hands. In doing so, you catch a glimpse of a few silver rings wrapping around his knuckles.

As the warmth of the space heater (solely the space heater, you remind yourself) gradually dissolves the chill that's been stuck up your spine for the last few hours, you slightly settle further into your seat.

"So this is the scene of the crime, huh?" you motion to the gaming console propped up on the floor beside the makeshift television stand.

Megumi amuses an exhale through his nose and nods along, "Yeah. I mean, you've kinda seen it from the hallway before."

"Yeah, but this is the real thing, first-person point of view. It's just missing me downstairs hitting the ceiling with my broom twenty times."

The next few minutes are stolen by a whole lot of small talk that holds no weight. Beginning to panic at how the hell you're gonna make it through this entire hour with little to talk about, your eyes fall on the television once more.

"So," you curl into the futon. "Show me something worth screaming over."

Without warning, Megumi chokes on his own saliva as he swallows.

"Huh?"

"A game," you quickly correct, not realizing how your words sounded and nodding to the television before you. "I meant, show me a game that justifies how loud you two get."

The game is fine, nothing revolutionary but admit that you could see how it could be entertaining for some. A standard battle royal concept, Megumi hands you his second controller and walks you through the instructions on how to play.

You mimic the way his fingers hold the controller, how they flex and bend to hit certain buttons for special uses. Throughout the tutorial of trial and error, the two of you naturally close the gap of the middle cushion, now much closer as you copy his movements and use his hands for reference. He even goes as far as reaching over to point out certain buttons to you, skimming your fingers hesitantly as he pulls away.

It's safe to say you don't win, don't even come close, but he's a good sport all the same. He laughs when you're hit by enemies and revives you with little to no mocking. He whispers an encouraging "there you go" whenever you manage to land a hit on someone, followed by an "I got you" when he's covering for your character. It's fun — you freeze a bit when you realize that you like spending time with him, even doing the very thing that caused this entire debacle in the first place.

You don't realize how much time has passed until Megumi's phone vibrates from the coffee table. His eyes quickly glance over the unsaved number, almost as if recognizes the contact and is debating on answering or not.

Your eyes narrow teasingly when you taunt, "You gonna take that?"

Snapped out of his thoughts, Megumi nods, swipes his screen, and holds his phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

The conversation is short, maybe thirty seconds in total. Though you can't make out any specific words, you can hear the rumbling of another deep voice on the other end of the call. Megumi listens half-heartedly, nodding along and chiming in here and there to acknowledge the caller.

"Hey, yeah. That was me. Right, okay. Okay, nice. Thanks, appreciate it."

The call ends and Megumi puts his phone down on the coffee table once more. You swear you can hear a small sense of disappointment in his voice when he breathes.

"That was the maintenance guy," he breathes softly. "Heat's back on."

You feel your own body getting sour with misfortune. Why are you so bitter about the thought of going back downstairs to your own apartment?

Nodding at his words, you slowly stand and do your best to sound relieved. "Thank god," you joke, "I was beginning to think I might have to sleep on this gross futon."

Megumi sneers, rolling his eyes and rising to walk you to the door. Before you step into the hallway, you turn to face him.

"Thanks," your tone is spineless, one he's unable to recognize from you before you elaborate, "for letting me leech off of your heat."

"No problem," he shoots you a genuine look. "Consider it reparations for all of the times we've annoyed you."

"All of the times?" you shoot him a harmless glare.

Unlike most who cower and scowl at your sarcastic quips, Megumi seems to bloom beneath your daggered attempts at pushing him away.

"Fine," he exaggerates a groan, "maybe not all. But it's a start, right?"

A start. The insinuation tickles all air out of your lungs like a feather. Though you pretend to be annoyed and kiss your teeth at his words, you nod all the same.

Leaving his door, Megumi seems lighter than he did when you first entered.

"Sorry you just kinda watched me play video games for almost two hours," he calls out to you as you depart, hands returning to his pockets.

"Don't be," you honestly tell him as your head cranes back to look at him. "It was nice to be up here for reasons other than wanting to strangle you."

.….

A day and a half later when the universe has realigned itself and it's you knocking on their door again, they half expect you to be followed by your stuffy landlord holding an eviction notice.

Much to their surprise, you're alone, rather skittish — and holding a tupperware container of… cookies?

It's Megumi who opens the door initially, but Yuuji is quick to squeeze his way into the opening at the sight of your familiar face and mysterious delivery in hand.

"Ooooooh, what are these?" he inquires, unashamed as he pokes his nose into your space in an attempt to get a better look at the baked goods.

Pulling a bit away from his antics, you swallow back any potential wisecracks.

"Thank you for being neighborly and not letting me die of hypothermia cookies," you keep your voice neutral.

"Are they poisoned?" Megumi pipes in.

You shoot him a scowl, one he's learned is innocent enough, and his eyes crinkle in amusement.

"Shit, can't remember if I added vanilla or vitriol?" your head cocks to the side in faux thought.

Your eyes flicker to him as he chews on his cheek in a half-assed attempt to cover up his entertainment at your quickness.

Yuuji, focused on nothing but having a minimum of five cookies for good measure, snatches the container from your hands and carries it to the kitchen counter.

He's already opening the dish and helping himself as he chews, "I don't even know what that is, so I'm gonna take my chances."

Megumi gives a quick thank you for the cookies, and Yuuji chimes in behind a satiated mouth and crumby lips. You brush off their graces, reminding them it's just you returning the favor for the heating situation.

Just as you're about to see yourself out of their entryway, you hear an authentic offer from the kitchen.

"Hey," Yuuji wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and something about it feels oddly youthful to you, "wanna come over this weekend?"

You look at the two of them for a moment, waiting to see if there's a punchline to come, before carefully treading, "Why?"

"We're havin' some friends over," Yuuji reveals casually before going to take another large bite, "and I guess you're funny enough to hang out with us."

The hesitation in your response must be more apparent than you think because he's quick to chuckle and elaborate on the offer.

"It's not an orgy," he teases at your stiffness before grabbing at another cookie and shrugging. "We get take out, chill, drink a little, kick ass in Mario Kart."

You nod as you listen to his words. He's kind, they both are, and you know the offer to be a genuine one. Still, the situation makes your stomach ache with uncertainty at the thought of mingling with strangers for the sake of your mere — acquaintances? Neighbors? Friends?

"As fun as that sounds," you breathe, clearly trying but failing to convince them of your apologetic tone, "I don't really wanna intrude on you and your friends.

"It's not intruding if you're invited," Megumi interjects for the first time in the conversation.

Looking at where he stands against the counter, his eyes are on you. They're careful, but hopeful in a gentle kind of way. He wants you to say yes — but he'd rather swallow a knife than his own pride and admit it himself.

Your words are unconvincing when you sigh, "Not really in the hangout mood. Next time, okay?"

The two men deflate a bit, one more dramatic and obvious than the other, but they nod at your rejection. Wiping his hands off on his shorts, Yuuji walks you to the door, thanking you again for the sweets and joking about you getting home safe on your long journey back downstairs.

You can't help but giggle at his theatrics, insisting that, "If you need me this weekend, I'll be rotting away on my couch with a bottle of wine and a week's worth of Love Island to catch up on."

Yuuji laughs wholeheartedly, "Your loss, see ya."

Megumi weakly waves as his best friend swings the door shut. Once closed, Yuuji turns to him with a cheeky smile he knows can mean nothing good.

Megumi grimaces at his enthusiasm, "What?"

Yuuji nods to the door, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Think I'm gonna ask her out."

Megumi's quick to react poorly.

"What?" he borderline knocks over the water bottle next to him on the counter. He catches it, embarrassed by his obvious care for the situation as he tries to cover it up with a nonchalant scoff, "Why?"

Yuuji stares at him for a minute in disbelief before stating what he believes to be the obvious.

"'Cause she's hot and yells at us all the time?"

Megumi scoffs in distaste again. He fiddles with the rings on his right hand, pretending to be careless about a situation he's anything but careful about.

Sensing his roommate's off response, Itadori's quick to add. "Unless you wanna call dibs before I do?"

"Dibs?" Megumi groans.

"Yeah, like claiming—"

"I know what dibs means," he interrupts before Yuuji can dig his own grave any further. He slumps into the palm of his hand as his elbow rests atop the kitchen counter, "I just think that's shitty."

Yuuji, knowing Megumi well enough to sense that he's hit a sour spot, nods and backs off. He joins him at the counter again, oblivious as he grabs another cookie to chomp on. With cautious eyes and a mouth filled with chocolate, he speaks up.

"…So you don't wanna call dibs?"

.….

It's Saturday, almost Sunday, according to the cat clock on your wall.

You'd kept your word. Beneath a few blankets and practically one with your couch cushions, you're spending your weekend doing exactly what you'd anticipated.

The television continues to play the stream of episodes you're catching up on. With your second glass of red in hand, you tune in and out of the segments when the good parts catch your attention. It feels good to relax, to do nothing and to be nothing behind tipsy and fatigued eyes.

A sudden knock on your door puts a minor wedge in your plans. Sitting up with a groan, you whimper beneath your breath but move to answer it regardless.

Maybe you forgot to tip your delivery driver when he dropped off your takeout a few hours ago and he's back for revenge. Maybe it's your drunk friends, showing up to ruin your night and attempting to persuade you to join them on their foolish escapades. Maybe it's someone with the wrong address.

Locking eyes with the visitor at your door, it's Megumi. Maybe you're drunker than you thought.

His delicate eyes match yours when he scarcely smiles, "Hi."

Your eyes go to the items in his hands — a few beer bottles, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels, and a deck of cards.

Giggling to yourself, you stare at him, "I think you got off a floor too early."

Megumi laughs, and when you're able to get a good look at him, you can tell he's a bit tipsy, too. His shoulders aren't as tense as they usually are, he's still broad, but a lot looser now. His eyes are glossed over with a haze you're sure yours mimic. He scratches his nose awkwardly before opening his mouth.

"I—" he cuts himself off, eyes darting to the items in his arms before returning to you, "wanted to see you."

"Me?" you're unable to stop yourself from nearly gawking.

He laughs again, not obnoxiously but easy and natural. "Yes, you. Does someone else live here?"

"Don't you have plans with your friends?" you question, still not letting him inside.

"They're upstairs," he nods, "and no, I'm not here to force you to come up."

At his words, he can see your visible relief. Opening the door fully and letting him come inside, you relish in reassurance, "Good, I really didn't wanna be fake nice right now."

A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he sets his belongings on your coffee table. "Fake nice?" he prompts.

"I mean, not that it's fake, it's just like—customer servicey. Y'know? Being kind to people in a way that's not ingenuine but—"

"Exhausting?" he finishes for you, and he's weirdly more talkative with a bit of alcohol in his veins. "Yeah, I feel that."

You sprawl onto your couch and he takes the seat next to you but refrains from leaning back as far. He watches you graze on your glass of wine, your legs crossed childishly as you gaze up at him.

"Are you like that with me?" he puts on a brave face. "Fake nice?"

He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding when you shake your head. After a hearty sip from your drink, you talk dramatically with your hands.

"Am I even real nice to you? I've kinda been a bitch since the day I banged on your door."

Megumi shakes his head as he laughs, which in return allows you to do the same. He relaxes a bit further into the warmth of your cushions, lolling his head to look at you as he opens himself a beer.

"I don't think so," he shrugs. "You're not wrong for complaining about us being understandably annoying."

Things lighten up as time passes. The night gets a bit blurry but it's fun, carefree. The two of you sit on your tiny couch, passing a bag of pretzels back and forth, and playing stupid card games that bring out your competitive sides and don't have real rules.

Minutes bleed into hours and you're not sure what time it is when it's late enough for Megumi to start yawning. Enjoying a comfortable silence between the two of you, his voice is temperate when he asks.

"Why didn't you want to hang out with us?"

He almost seems mournful, and a part of you feels guilty as his eyes blink heavily down on you. You exhale, readjusting your legs and throwing your head back.

"Seemed like a friend group thing," is what eventually crawls up from your throat. "Felt weird being the only one who didn't know everyone, y'know?"

He considers before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I guess. But I would've been with you."

His stare feels sharp, like he can see right through your facade and into parts of you you've buried deep a long time ago. You hate it and love it, want to drown yourself in it and voluntarily inhale until your own demise.

Unable to hold his stare, you look into your almost empty glass, swishing around the bleeding wine and ice that remains at the bottom.

"Well, you're here with me now, anyway."

Megumi continues to admire you without words. Pointing an accusatory finger back at him, you nudge his leg with your foot. "So, why aren't you up there?"

"Cause you didn't show up," he doesn't hesitate to respond. Almost as if he regrets his eagerness but still stands by the sentiment, he clears his throat before adding, "Was weirdly hoping you would, but—"

He doesn't finish his sentence, trailing off with a lame shrug.

His eyes look greener when they're a bit more watery. Fuck it.

Slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time to assess his reactions, you move to crawl into his lap. You sense a difference in his breathing pattern, but other than that, he makes no move to pull away from you. He lets you carefully straddle his legs before getting comfortable atop him, when he places his hands on the plush between your hips and thighs.

Leaning in, giving him any chance to reject you, stop you, hate you, you continue to keep his eye as your lips just barely brush against his. He does the same, refusing to look away from you as if he'll never get this opportunity again. As if he wants to take a picture and relish it forever.

"Stop me," you bite through a hushed whisper, daring him to put an end to this before it begins.

His breath is lulled against your own when he whispers, "No."

You kiss him, and he kisses you back. It starts simple, like you're learning all about one another's creases and folds. Between shaky inhales and nervous hands, you lean into one another's touch, savoring every taste and sound you can manage.

Megumi feels brave, and on one particular gasp from you, he prudently skims his tongue across your lower lip before slipping it inside. Rubbing against your own with a fervent need, you open your jaw further for him to have whatever he wants. Between your increased breathing, soft moans, and greedy hands, the two of you slowly become messy and desperate for one another.

Hips wantonly moving against his thighs, he flexes instinctually as you begin to grind yourself down on him. He meets your movements, half hard as he presses into you, both of you whimpering at the new-found friction. The two of you reduce to whiney teenagers, practically swallowing one another whole and dry-humping fully clothed before you open your eyes to look at him.

Megumi, eyes shut and whimpering into your neck, is too good for this — deserves more than this. He's kind, respectful, funny (though you'd never tell him that to his face), and you're both drunk. It feels so fucking good, but it isn't right. It's not supposed to happen like this.

Slowing your movements, you pull back to see his face. Dazed, he opens his pretty green eyes to look up at you like you hold the stars and sun in your hands.

"We shouldn't," you pant, brushing your bangs back and catching your breath. "We should stop."

Megumi, confused and hurt, but instantly moving you off of his lap with a gentle hold, nods in agreement. "Right, right, we're — we're drunk," he whispers, almost ashamed of everything that just happened.

Before you can say anything, he's readjusting himself and standing up. A bit more sober than he was a few minutes ago, he's straightening himself out and making his way to your door.

"Sorry—" he keeps repeating himself, "I'm… I'm so sorry."

He's gone before you can reassure him that there's nothing to apologize for.

.....

You don't hear from him the next morning — or afternoon. 

When night falls, you've given up that there's any hope of saving whatever it was the two of you had going. 

Wanting to drown yourself in your own sorrows, you stare at the text from your friend before you and weigh your options. 

Stay in, cry yourself to a babbling mess, and finish your show

Answer their text and agree to go to this party with them

Thinking back to last night and how badly you fucked that one up, you decide the first choice is off-limits. Hoping you don't regret your decision, it's not long before you're looking decent enough to lock your door behind you and start the commute to your friends. 

The walk isn't terrible, being ten minutes to your friend's place and an additional fifteen to whoever's party you're attending. On the west side of campus, you can hear the muffled music and drunken squeals of the attendees from down the street. 

The party itself is fine, nothing special. The lime seltzer in your hand is still half full when you stray away from your friends in search of the bathroom. 

There's a line formed down the hallway of drunk girls laughing, couples swallowing one another's faces, and a single guy slumped against the wall in his own world. Taking a second glance at the end of the line, you recognize the lone drunk as Yuuji. 

Gently tapping his shoulder, his eyes blink open and he's nearly crushing you to death when wrapping his arms around you in excitement. He lets his animation get the best of him, lifting you in the air and spinning you once before he realizes he can't handle another. Leaning on the wall to steady both you and him, you're smiling at his sloppy yet endearing enthusiasm. 

"What are you doing here!?" he beams, swaying back and forth and reeking of cheap booze. 

"My friends dragged me out of the house," you tease before noticing truly how incoherent he is. Your nose crinkles with worry, "You fucked up?"

He can barely stand up straight, eyes unable to focus in one spot for too long as he blearily looks at you before skimming his body against the wall again. He's talking in slow gibberish, something about having one too many and wanting to talk to this pretty girl from his linguistics lecture before she leaves.

"Hey," you gently grab his jaw to steady his gaze. "Did you come here alone?"

Yuuji doesn't answer, or rather he does but it's nonsensical and impossible to go off of. You sigh, quickly scanning the suddenly overwhelming crowd around you before grabbing his arm and speaking kindly, yet reflective of a mother. 

"Let me take you back to our building, okay?" you prompt him to stand up straight and follow your lead. "I'm going back anyways, I'll walk with you."

Yuuji's eyes light up with excitement at the thought of a journey with his neighbor friend, and it's not long before he's dragging his feet over one another and using your hand as a guide to the door. 

On your walk home, you ache for the comfort of your warm bed, the feeling of taking these god-forsaken heels off, and Megumi's forgiveness. You wonder if you'll see him when dropping off Yuuji at his door — you pathetically hope so. 

However, Yuuji didn't show up to this party alone.

Megumi, who had been grabbing him a drink and caught a glimpse of you two, saw the entire thing without context — Yuuji's hands around your waist, you caressing his jaw, the two of you leaving abruptly together. 

He downs both his and Yuuji's drinks with ease. 

..…

Megumi wasn't home.

Disappointed but relieved to see Yuuji safe in the comfort of his apartment, you help him collapse on his couch.

Turning him on his side and making him drink at least two cups of water before throwing a blanket over him and leaving a note, you close the door behind you with a heavy heart.

A few minutes later, you're a bit more at ease. Feet now ridden of silly high heels and skin against the soft cotton of your bed, you find yourself flooded with thoughts of Megumi.

You wake up to a constant thud on your front door. Picking up your phone, it's almost two in the morning and you're not even sure you're not dreaming when you're feet carry you to the blistering noise of a fist on your door.

Swinging it open with half-closed eyes, you're more than prepared to fight a murder charge to get whoever the hell this is to leave you alone. But before you can curse them with everything in you, you realize it's Megumi.

"Hi," he whispers. It's a start contrast from the violent banging on your door he was responsible for two seconds ago, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

"Hi," you respond, suddenly more than awake and just as breathless. "You okay?"

"Are you sleeping with Yuuji?"

Your heart skips exactly two beats before you can accurately comprehend his question. It's then when you notice that he's drunk, disgustingly so. You're not sure how it wasn't the first thing you noticed - but looking at his green eyes again, you give yourself some grace.

"… What?" is all you can pathetically muster.

"Itadori," he slurs. His face is pale with hurt and the collar of his shirt is all wrinkled.

You can't help but roll your eyes, "Yeah, I know who Yuuji is, but why the hell are you asking me that?"

"Because you shouldn't be," he declares through a heavy tongue and spinning head. You think you hear his voice crack with emotion when he continues, "I don't want you to sleep with him."

You're sure you're still dreaming as you take in his words. Since the moment you knocked on the door one floor above you, sleeping with Yuuji has never crossed your mind. You've been far too busy focusing on thinking about the man in front of you, who's wasted beyond belief and accusing you of something that not only doesn't make sense but hurts a bit.

He fumbles on his words, swallowing dryly and spiraling.

"You shouldn't sleep with him just because he walks around shirtless and invites you to hang out with us."

Your eyebrows pull downwards with what Megumi knows is hurt. He can't stop himself from talking or spewing nonsensical things just because he can.

Your voice is shaky when you plea, "Megumi, what?"

"I mean—he's my best friend, he's great," he throws his hands up to surrender the truth. "But we played video games and—and we kissed. And you're always looking at me with those eyes and—"

"Megumi," your voice comes tired now, cold. "You're drunk."

"You left with him. And you were whispering in his ear and touching his arm." He frowns, feeling sick just thinking about it again. He shakes the nightmare from his head when repeating his prior question.

"Are you sleeping with him?" he asks again, more accusatory this time around.

He watches your eyes fill with water, but it's not long-lived before you're blinking away any sign of weakness and cementing your walls up again.

"If you didn't notice," you spit with venom, "your friend is drunk off of his ass. I walked him home since he could barely stand on his own."

As if you're speaking another language, Megumi dumbly gapes at your confession.

"You—what?"

You press with ice in your words, "Walked him home. He's passed out on your couch right now."

"Oh." Megumi hadn't returned to his apartment before coming to yours. He'd walked home from the shitty party with one destination in mind, immediately talking the elevator to the fifth floor and finding your familiar floor.

He feels stupid, nauseous with guilt, and god, does his head hurt. His heart hurts too when you scoff and cross your arms in defense.

"Wanna go back to the part where you were practically calling me a slut?"

He cringes, "No, no god no, that's not what I was trying to—"

You don't give him the luxury of explaining himself. Turning your back and slamming the door, you take away his chance of redemption.

You sound unrecognizable when you tell him, "Go to fucking bed, Fushiguro."

.….

The birds outside of your window remind you that it's Sunday, and the open book on your desk reminds you that not only do you have class tomorrow, but you have an assignment due before midnight.

Memories of last night's conversation — if you could even call it that — with Megumi make you feel queazy. Nothing happened in the way you'd wanted. It all just spiraled out of control, like water slipping through a cracked ceiling, you'd just watched it leak without remorse.

The continued chirping outside reminds you that it's quiet, something you should use to your advantage. A light in this mess of a pathetic story.

You'll study, you decide. You'll grab a quick coffee from the cafe across the street and get some actual work done. Something you should've done a long time ago, something you’d ignored that ended up with this this heartbreak.

Not even ten minutes later, you're decent enough to slide your shoes on and grab your house keys. Opening the door into the hallway, you're met with familiar eyes.

Megumi looks disheveled, sitting with his knees up against the wall of your hallway. At your abrupt opening of the front door, he's quick to stand up and dust his pants off from the grime of the hallway carpet. You notice he has a paper bouquet of pinks and blues in his hand and an exhausted frown on his face.

When he looks at you, he can almost feel the air leaving your lungs as your stomach drops.

The first words you say to him are softer than he expects, than he thinks he deserves, but still carried by a look of disapproval.

"Were you here all night?" your lip turns with disgust.

"No—" he spews too quickly. Seeing your expression that clearly reads disbelief, he slows himself down. Taking a deep breath, he repeats himself with a bit more certainty. "No, I've been here since like, seven maybe?"

"Why?"

His hand trembles in a way he hopes you have the respect to ignore as he moves to give you the bouquet. "Because I'm sorry," his voice is steady, like he's been practicing in the mirror.

Choosing to make him work for it, your eyes flicker to the flowers unimpressed before finding his face again.

"For?" you cruelly push him further.

But Megumi's determined to meet your forces just as equally. His voice gains confidence as he speaks clearly, "For panicking and assuming the worst last night. I was drunk, but that's not an excuse. It was a douchebag thing to do."

Admiring how your face softens at his apology but still carries creased lines of worry, Megumi half expects your response.

"And?"

This is the part he's a bit unprepared for.

"And for leaving that night," his volume dips with the confession, eyes wanting to find comfort in the floor so badly but refusing to leave your own as he tries and tries and tries to fix this, "I..."

His lips move before he can think twice about his words, "I thought it was what you wanted."

His confession cracks something inside of you, like nails digging crescents into raw skin. Slowly, you gesture for him to come inside. He hesitates but follows when you move towards the couch, the same couch you'd straddled him on two nights prior. It looks different in the daylight.

Megumi's careful with each step, as if he's walking on eggshells, when he slowly sits beside you on the couch. Placing the bouquet on your table, he moves as if you're a predator, as if he'll make one wrong move and you'll snap, lurching at him and sinking your talons into his neck. You hate how it makes you feel.

Your words surprise the both of you when they eventually come. "I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I wanted you to stay I just—felt bad."

Felt bad? Megumi's mind goes numb at the realization. Felt bad for him? Like when you do a good deed to cancel out a bad one? Did you kiss him that night because you pitied him?

Before his mind runs itself further into the worst-case scenario, he's brought back to reality as you continue.

"We were drunk, and I didn't want that to be how it happened y'know?"

He starts at you blankly, "It?" He lamely asks.

This time, it's your voice that weakens with shame. He watches you fiddle with your fingers, the same ones he remembers feeling in his hair and on his skin. The ones he wants to feel again.

"Felt like I was coming onto you, and you deserved better than that," you eventually reveal softly, correcting yourself with certainty. "Deserve better than that."

And he feels stupid. God, does Megumi feel stupid. All this time, he'd been thinking you regretted the why of the situation, kissing him like you did. He'd never stopped to think about the fact of how you did it. Never thought you'd be so inclined to consider his wishes.

You think he regrets it, and that is the last thing he wants you to believe.

Taking a risk, Megumi lays a gentle palm on your thigh. He does so slowly, giving you a chance to revolt and bite his hand clean off the bone. You don't so he relaxes his hand.

It's not sexual, not desperate and needy like how it was the other night. It's calm. comforting. Another way for him to say I'm still here, aren't I?

"I'm not great with words," he starts, "but I was very much into it. I need you to know that. You didn't—do anything I didn't want."

Softly and ignoring the criticism from the voice in your head for once, you nod.

You recognize the familiar pull of his lips when he softly grins. "Think it's pretty obvious now, but in case it's not," he leans into this whole communicating thing, "I really like being around you."

He thinks his heart grows a size when you weakly smile back at him, "You like being around me?"

He shrugs, laughing at your sarcasm. "Around you, with you. I guess I just like you, really."

You raise your eyebrows, challenging his statement, "Are you still drunk?"

"Fuck no."

You hum shortly. "Hungover?"

"Disgustingly so," he grimaces at the reminder of how nauseous he is.

"Thinking clearly?"

"Never really around you, but clear as I can be."

It's soft and sweet, and this is how you wanted it to be. Naturally, as if you're both magnets being pulled to one another, Megumi is carefully guiding you into his lap as you're naturally making yourself at home in his hold.

The position almost exactly mimics the one you'd found yourself in on Friday night, but this time, it's different. It feels different — golden instead of red and light with a newfound meaning.

With gentle eyes and slight nods from each of you, you kiss once more. His mouth moves the same, eager yet graceful as he leans into you. No wandering hands or drunken hiccups, you feel one another smile into the kiss until it is all giggles and teeth.

"Y'know, if you wanted to ask me out," you pull away from him, accusatory with an underlying teasing, "you should've just asked like a normal person instead of accusing me of sleeping with your friend."

Megumi groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in your neck. You feel the heat of his cheeks when he sighs.

"Yeah, that wasn't my finest moment."

Kisses are stolen and silence is shared until he yawns you remember how awful he must still feel from drinking so much. Crawling off of his lap, you ignore the butterflies in your stomach whines he whines at the loss of your weight.

"Want anything?" you call out as you walk towards the kitchenette. "I have Advil and a bagel with your name on it."

Megumi hums at the thought, not confirming or denying the offer, as his eyes remain locked in on you in a blissful comfort.

Your voice becomes more distant as you turn the corner, "I'll even give you those eyes I know you like so much."

A muffled sound of humiliation can be heard from the couch, "God, please forget I said that."

Putting the bagel in the toaster and reaching up to the medicine cabinet, you laugh carelessly.

"Never."

…..

Yuuji wakes up with a throbbing headache and an acidic burning in the back of his throat.

He groans, turning on his side before realizing that — he's not in his bed. With blurry vision and sweaty hands fumbling to survey the environment around him, he feels for his phone. The screen is far too bright and completely overridden of missed calls and texts, reading a mocking 2:14 PM when he groans.

When yelling Megumi's name a handful of times doesn't work (it usually does), he opens his Find My Friends app and tracks his roommate. Seeing his icon appear right next to his own while ironically hearing your echoing laughter ring from upstairs, he laughs.

Before he closes his eyes again and deals with a hangover from hell, he sends Megumi a text before tossing his phone across the room.

Ur welcome for not actually calling dibs.

[pizzabox-box]

Deep dive into the "Dead Man Walking AU"

SPOILERS AHEAD! If you haven't read the introductory comic yet I strongly advise you to read it first!

Watch out! Hurting Peppino, tomato sauce and long walls of text ahead!

This AU takes place in an alternative timeline where Fake Peppino defeats and kills real Peppino in their fight on the fourth floor. After doing so he ingests real Peppinos essence. (fancy way of saying he bit off a good chunk of Peppino) and thanks to this he‘s able to perfectly take Peppino’s form.

He also gains Peppino’s memories and an inteligence of a regular human. And only then, as memories that aren‘t his own invade his mind and a man’s last thoughts before his death echo in his head, he realizes what have he just done.

The guilt drives him to finish what Peppino started. He climbs to the top of the tower, defeats Pizzahead and the other bosses, crumbles the tower, and takes over Peppinos restaurant. Nobody, except for him, knows what happened on the 4th floor. Question is, how long? How long can he keep this secret? How long will he be able to keep this illusion alive? How long before the consequences of his actions eat him alive?

Thanks his newly acquired inteligence he’s able to speak properly and has complete control over his more monstrous side. Through he can still do all the things Fake Peppino is known for, if he chooses to. (like speaking the „gibberish“ language, deforming, reforming and miscellaneous frog stuff) He  knows how to make a good edible pizza but has to wear gloves while handling pizza dough to prevent a piece of him getting into it and a clone forming. (I don’t have to explain why pizza coming to life would be devastating, right?)

As mentioned above "Peppi-NO" has real Peppino’s memories. He has reacurring nightmares based off real Peppino’s memories. Most often the war and real Peppino‘s last moments. (He has two sets of memories from before the incident, his own and real peppinos. Luckily he’s able to clearly differentiate between them. This also means that he gets to experience Peppino’s death from two points of view. Quite lovely, isn’t it? )

He treats other characters like real Peppino would. But doesn’t feel any real connection to them. „I’m mean to the Noise, because real Peppino would be mean to the Noise“ Kind of mindset. The only exception is Noisette who was Fake Peppino’s pal before the incident. He views her as a friend but still needs to keep the act up around her.

The best way to understand this character is to put yourself into their shoes. So...let’s do a quick thought experiment: You are you, right? Of course! It makes perfect sense. But now imagine this. You are not actually you. YOU are a clone of yourself, who managed to kill off the real you. And all of your memories are not actually your own. What would „your“ friends and family think if they found out? If they found out that the real you is dead? Hell. How would you react if you found out that your lifelong friend was actually killed by a skinwalker few months ago and the damn thing has been pretending to be them ever since?? Imagine that for a second...

Let’s not forget. This is actually Fake Peppino we’re talking about. Despite everything there’s still a silly side to him that sometimes shines throught the facade.

To summarize this character in one sentence. He hurt Peppino and now he’s stuck in his personal hell.

There's a lot to this character I haven't mentioned yet. Well, hopefuly I didn't forget anything important. In case you have any questions feel free to ask! I will be opening Q and A for this this character (and also the others)

[kisses4tom]

Sooo, since we got Uncle Billy do we now get GirlDad!Tom ?? I’ve looked high and low for a Tom X Reader family story😂😭 your writing is amazing <3

ᡣ𐭩 DADDY TOM

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YAYY FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS!! 😭 I've been dying to write something like this since I have already made an uncle tommy hc! and thank you so much ml 💕

I think we can ALL collectively agree that Tom would be the BEST girl dad, right? 🌚 so the baby will be a little girl!

also I'm gonna make this a teen pregnancy (18), so from the very start up til now!

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when he finds out he would probably freeze for a moment before finally reacting (gotta soak it in yk)

he would be happy but shocked and confused at the same time

scared not to be present enough because of tour and the band

he would always kiss and touch your stomach

he'd cry when hearing the baby's heartbeat to the doctor 🥹🫶🏻

"I want the baby to be healthy, but if I had to guess I think it's a boy" (he 100% wants a girl)

idk I feel like he would call the baby "kleine Prinzessin" (little princess) or "kleiner Soldat" (little soldier) !!

when you go into labor he tries to keep his cool but deep down he's in full panic mode

the first time he met/held her it was like love at first sight for him even if he didn't quite know how to act since he never really had any past experiences with babies

he's very careful and gentle with her

always holding her

he would attack her with tickles to hear her little laugh

kiss attacks also

playing with her all the time

he wouldn't essentially spoil her (that's uncle Billy's job 😉) but he definitely gets her most things because he can't say no to that little face!

likes holding and showing her around: "look who's that in the mirror? it's you!"

definitely hiding her from the media

yet he LOVES talking about her in interviews!

though very very VERY rarely he would bring her out on stage and hold her like mf simba when she was about 1/2

his heart is always full whenever she's around

he would kneel down to talk to her‼️😩

always pushing her stroller or carrying her on his shoulders

don't ask me why but he'd get into play fights with her at the dinner table 😭 (especially when she's still learning to talk so she's speaking gibberish 😭)

he loves to take her baths and put fun toys in the tub

finds her extremely adorable in everything she wears

he'd give her his yellow dog plushie‼️😭 currently sobbing

I feel like he would try his best to let the baby's first word be "papa" 😭

when she's older he would start being more himself (so talk about things freely and make dirty jokes all the time)

he's not a regular dad, he's a cool dad! 😏 (please get the reference 😭)

he'd give her the talk 🫢🐝

he would pick her up in weird ways and make her laugh (like upside down etc lmfao 💀)

would let her do his hair but not his make-up

like I said in my uncle Tommy hc, i feel like he would love to play with the toy kitchen for some reason idk 💀

he's the overprotective girl dad FOR SURE (AND ITS THE HOTTEST AND CUTEST THING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE)

he'd go down the slide with her 😭

at lunch/dinner he would always sit next to her

looooves when she's at their concerts and would ask Bill to dedicate her a song (especially her favorite)

he'd definitely write her a song too

he would make her try to eat a lemon 😭🍋

it's important to him that she has a good bond with her uncle Bill and the boys too! (uncle Georg and uncle Gustav 🥹)

"Y/n she looks more like me than you, gotta be honest"

he would give her what he didn't have growing up (if you read Bill's book, like I have, you'll know)

he wouldn't let anybody hurt or say anything wrong about her

hype man fr

high-key a very chill and permissive dad

he would make sure she knows her worth and to always be herself, without listening to what others say

always saying that she's the better copy of him

since he had her young, people (maybe even teachers at parent teacher conferences) mistake him for her brother and it's needless to say that he's very flattered while his daughter is just like 😐

they have a great bond

LITTLE FUN FACT‼️ Tom said in his podcast that if he ever has a daughter then his dream is to name her Nala like in the lion king movie 🤭😭 crying rivers rn part 2

your daughter tags along on tours, especially because it's very important for Tom and she loves it (idk if I already said this but oh well lmfaoo)

I have a feeling almost all her friends have a crush on Tom (i know i would 😋)

Tom is such a basic dad istg, he does bbq every sunday

if y'all ever become parents a second time then he would definitely have a happier reaction than the first one, yet he would be scared to take care of two little creatures~

his fans always ask about her during meet and greets and give her little presents, which he appreciates a lot

your daughter is pretty much popular in the entire fanbase you guys have and is considered a "lucky charm" from the band

Tom would give her the longest and most comforting hugs known to mankind

he'd make her a memory book with Bill 😭

and he'd give her some old goodies of his!

like some of his old clothes, hats, glasses etc..

overall he's the best dad and UGHHFHSJENF I cry just thinking about him not having any biological children :(

i hope you enjoyed this !! 💕 (also i apologize for any spelling mistakes but your girl over here is too lazy to re-read 🤪 love y'aaaallll)

[unknownperson246]

Hi, could you please write some Axl fluffy smut where his girlfriend who is really sweet and innocent unknowingly eats Axl’s weed laced cookies while she’s home alone, thinking their just regular cookies. Then she starts experiencing the bad kind of high where you become anxious and panicky. Then Axl comes home to find her really freaking out and not understanding why she’s feeling so weird. And Axl realizes she has eaten the cookies and is high and has to reassure her that everything is going to be okay. Axl takes care of her and comforts her through her first time being high. To help relax her and calm her down and take her mind off how she’s feeling, Axl decides maybe some smut would help. He’s really gentle and sweet with her and feels so bad about accidentally getting her high with the cookies.

Sweet and Salty

Words: 1,408

warnings: *fluff* *smut* *angst* *m receiving* *f receiving* *weed* *getting high* *panicking* *anxiety* *panic attacks* *cussing* *cum eating* *cum play* *praise kink*

You saw Axl baking 30 cookies the other day. You saw him put a packet of something in the cookies.  You didn't get a good glimpse of the plastic bag. You didn't think much of it. You offered to help Axl make the cookies. 

“Axl can I help you make the cookies?” You ask him innocently.

“No, you should relax, Y/N. You look exhausted,” Axl says, looking back at you from the counter where is preparing the cookie dough. 

You sit down on the couch and put on some TV. You fall asleep watching TV. Axl notices that you fell asleep watching your favorite show. After he finished putting the cookies in the oven he came over to turn the TV off. He puts a blanket that was sitting next to you on your body. He sits next to you and he kisses you on your forehead while you're asleep. Axl goes back and watches the cookies to make sure they don't burn. Once the bell of the oven rings he takes the cookies out and lets them cool down for 16 minutes. You wake up from your nap. You smell a strong scent of sweetness. He puts all 30 of them in a cookie jar. He doesn't try one, not even a little bit. You head upstairs to your guys' bedroom. You wake up without Axl next to you. You wake up and get ready to go downstairs. Once you are downstairs you don't see Axl anywhere. He left a note on the counter. It explains that he went to band practice. You go to the jar and you still smell the sweetness of the cookies. You grab five cookies from the jar and you eat them. A couple of minutes later you start to feel a burst of negative emotions. You start to feel anxious and you panic.

“Fuck fuck what is wrong with me?” You say tearing up and shaking. 

You run to the stairs and start to panic. All you can do is hope that your feelings wear off in a couple of minutes. As time goes by it starts to get worse. You break down into tears. You're scared of what is happening to you. It was so random. You thought it was a random panic attack. You were having trouble trying to figure out what caused it. You start to take deep breaths.

“Shit, what if the cookies triggered it?” You ask yourself.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door. You answer the door with mascara and tears dripping down your face. It's Axl. He comes in and he hears you crying.

“Axl it's you” You start to sob in relief.

“What the hell happened Y/N?” He is concerned.

He does not understand what you are saying. You're speaking a lot of gibberish. You look like you're about ready to pass out. He thinks you're having a panic attack. You start to hyperventilate even more. Axl stands there so confused and worried with what is going on with you.

You start to explain to him the best you could. You start to explain to him in your shaky voice with your quivering lips.

“I woke up. I got ready and I found your note and then I went to grab breakfast. I saw your cookies and I ate five of them. After that, I suddenly felt so scared and anxious.” You explain to Axl trying to calm yourself down.

“Shit Y/N I laced those cookies with weed,” Axl says feeling very guilty for not telling you what he put in them. 

“How many did you eat and how long ago did you eat them?” Axl asks, panicked. 

“I ate 5 Like 15 minutes ago,” You say feeling light-headed from hyperventilating.

By then Axl's words start to fly through your head. You start to panic even more after realizing that you are high.

“Fuck they had weed in them?!” You start to freak out.

“Y/N you're going to get through this. I am sorry for not telling you when I made them.” Axl says.

“Shh it's okay,” He says while letting you nuzzle your head in his chest. 

“Here let's sit down,” He says softly while holding your hand and taking you to the couch.

“Shit” You start to sob in agony.

All of your mascara has been removed and fallen off with your tears. Axl goes to grab your tissues and he wipes your tears. The mix of tears and mascara are smudged on the tissues.

“Y/N breath with me. You're going to be fine because it's going to wear off in a couple of hours.” Axl reassures you.

“Not with the amount of cookies I ate,” You say sniffling.

Axl helps you upstairs to the bedroom and decides it's best to help you calm down with sex that way your focus is on something else by the time your terrifying high wears off. 

“Y/N I think if we do things it will help take your mind off of everything,” Axl says with a small smirk.

“Things?” you ask sniffling.

He pushes you on the bed gently. His hands cup your face.

“You know what I mean,” Axl says as his lips travel down to your neck. He starts to leave love bites all over your body. His cock springs out of his jeans. He starts to approach you. 

“You know what to do,” Axl says gently.

Your mouth goes to his cock. The taste of his cock starts to clean out the taste of the weed. Your tongue and your throat play with his cock. 

“Axl” You start to choke out while his cock is shoved deep inside your throat. Your chokes are muffled.

“Good girl.” Axl compliments you after he pulls your head which makes his cock shift deeper into your throat

“Im almost there Y/N,” He says groaning while his head goes back.

His warm seed is planted in your mouth. His seed coats your tongue and the sides of your cheeks. It starts to travel to your throat and you swallow it. The refreshing taste of his come takes your mind off of the taste of the weed and you're panicking high. Some spilled out of your mouth. It's all over your neck and your lips. Before you could say anything about how Axl tasted he leans in and starts to speak.

“Let me get a taste of myself,” Axl says while his tongue approaches your lips and neck. He licks his come clean.

“How do I taste Y/N?” He asks you while smirking.

“Salty,” You say, letting out a small smirk for the first time today.

“My turn” You whine.

Axl helps you get on the bed. He pulls your legs apart. He brought his mouth to your pussy. His mouth was eager to taste your pussy. He starts to lick over your clit. He starts eating you out. His tongue goes over your wet folds. You feel the vibrations of his tongue.  

“Oh fuck Axl” You hiss as his tongue goes over your clit. He starts to eat you out more aggressively. Your hands pull his head which causes his tongue to go deep inside of you. 

Your hands let go of Axl's head and instead, you use your nails . They dig and scratch at the bed. 

“Fuck Axl” You cry out while squirming on the bed. You feel yourself about to let go.

“I'm almost there baby” you whimper softly.

You finally come. Your cum goes all over the floor. He tastes some of it when he was fucking you with his tongue.

“How do I taste?” You ask him with innocent eyes.

“You taste sweet baby,” He says smirking. 

You and Axl go and take a warm bath together and conversate. After the bath you took with Axl you feel better and way less congested. Your anxiety and panicking melt and you slip into your warm bed filled with Axl’s scent. 

“Do you feel better babe?” Axl asks you while he plays with your hair.

“Yeah way better after the bath every negative feeling melted,” You say relieved.

“Next time I make anything that is laced I will tell you but eat it at your own risk,” Axl says. 

Axl and you lay down and cuddle. You guys continue to talk for a couple of minutes until you fall asleep in each other's arms.

[gg-neptune]

A Year Passed

A/N: SO, this is more for me than anyone. When I started to write this, it was 1 week exactly until me and my ex's one year. Which I know isn't a long time, but he was my first boyfriend and honestly it was a very stressful time. Now when I am posting this out 1-year is tomorrow. I don't know if I will write the actual date yet but maybe. I hope you like this and if you don't and you see areas I need to improve please let me know. I am trying to make my work better. I think this one is pretty decent though.

Warnings: None

Words: 2,792

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

It was you and Severus’ one year anniversary in exactly one week from now and you were getting nervous. He hadn’t mentioned doing anything at all and honestly you really wanted to do at least something. You were looking forward to it and the thought that maybe he didn’t even care to do anything worried you.

You were sitting in your office grading your students' recent essays as you thought about this. You knew he was not the type to do extravagant things as a celebration but you wanted to spend the day with him. Hopefully have dinner with him as well. And not the make-shift romantic dinners you had been having. The ones where you took plates of food to your chambers and lit a candle calling it a romantic getaway. It was the best you could do both being teachers and all. While it was nice you were hoping for a bit more this time around.

Your students had obviously not been paying attention to your lesson today as every single essay so far had just been gibberish that made no sense. Increasing your frustration you buried your head in your hands leaning back in your chair groaning loudly.

“Oh dear what is wrong,” a silvery voice spoke before interrupting your thoughts. Looking up you see Minerva’s kind smile and eyes before you. They held a hint of worry and concern as she gazed at you.

“Oh nothing, just students who don’t pay attention to anything I say,” you grumble out trying your best to sound convincing that this is the only thing bothering you right now.

“Oh you know that is not the entire truth, do not lie to me.” Her tone is commanding and authoritative. She moved to sit in the seat in front of you that was there for students who came in and needed to speak to you. As she sat you down you contemplated your choices. No one knew about you and Severus yet. You both figured Dumbledore was beginning to get suspicious along with maybe one or two students who had a keen eye but otherwise no one was aware or even had any reason to be suspicious.

“Well, uh, guy relationship troubles I guess,” you mutter out, staring at the wall behind her head trying to avoid her eyes.

“Relationship troubles?I didn’t know you were… that is not the point, who is the gentleman being a menace?”

“I don’t know if I should say honestly.”

“Well, if he’s being a menace I should be able to know. It is affecting your work therefore it is my responsibility to take care of this matter and provide my advice and expertise,” she said dismissively, leaning back in her chair shaking her head. “Do tell me who this man is. I am very curious as to who is treating you poorly..”

“Well if I tell you who it is you can not tell a soul. At all. No one.”

“All right, all right I will not tell anyone. You act as if he works here. He doesn't, does he?” Her brow raises as she quickly realizes that possibility.

“Severus,” you mumble quietly, avoiding her gaze awaiting her reaction anxiously. 

“I beg your pardon.”

“Severus. As in the one who works here. Like the potions dude,” you explain as if she wasn’t extremely familiar with the man.

She stared at you slacked jawed, dumbfounded. “Severus Snape?”

“Yeah… it’s our one year anniversary in exactly one week and he hasn’t even mentioned doing anything. I’m worried he may have forgotten or something. But I don’t want to seem clingy by asking him to do something.”

“One year! And you didn’t bother to say anything to anyone at all. What is wrong with you?” Minerva was almost yelling now looking almost offended that you had waited almost a year before you told her about your relationship. Her hand over her chest, something she usually did in mock offense but right now you could not tell.

“We just didn’t want rumors to fly and for students to be in our business he’s a private person. As am I of course.”

“I can not believe you would not tell me I mean both of you are like my children and you didn’t even tell me I am hurt by this severely I mean you how could you this is just simply appalling,” she rambled on continuing to complain about how hurt she was about this and neither of you telling her.

“See this is why we didn't tell anyone. But seriously do you think he forgot about it or do you think it doesn’t matter to him. It matters to me but I don’t want to bother him,” you explain nervously cracking your knuckles. 

“Well dear I think you should maybe talk to him and ask if he has anything in mind. It is rather important to you and important in general,” she stated firmly. Her eyes had a sense of determination in them. Not wanting anyone, including the brooding potions master, to treat you any less than wonderful.

“I know he’s busy though, I mean we barely even get to see one another unless we are doing daily tasks like going to bed or something I don’t want to pester him..” your voice trailing off sounding more and more upset as you spoke.

“If he feels pestered then he needs to get over himself and be grateful someone wants his attention”, she declared as she stood. “Go speak to him and ask him what he plans on doing for you guys and if he says nothing then tell him how you wish to do something and how it is important to you.”

You nod your head as she walks out of your office promptly shutting the door behind her making sure her long green robes do not get caught in the door. 

Now being left with your own thoughts and your students' poor attempt at writing you shove the papers aside and groan loudly in frustration. You knew you should talk to  him but that was such a scary thought I mean what if he already had something to do. Quickly you decided that was a stupid thought as the man rarely ever did anything other than grade papers and hand out detentions to students. 

It was only five o'clock and dinner was in two hours so you had a lot of time to kill. After mulling over your thoughts for a few moments you decide to wait until after dinner to bring it up to him knowing it would probably be until dinner that you saw him anyways. Trying to tough it out, you decide to head up to your classroom and try to clear your mind. Too many thoughts were running through your head and grading right now would be impossible. 

Rising from your seat you began your walk to the Astronomy tower mentally preparing yourself to climb the enormous flight of stairs before you. It was nowhere near time for curfew so you were just hoping that there were going to be no students there to bother you. 

Fortunately for you there was not a single person who bothered you on your way to the tower and up the tower, apart from the occasional “Hello Professor,” or “Good Evening,” no one spoke to you at all. Which normally if it was a normal day and you felt normal might have bothered you but right now you seemed to not mind. 

Your luck seemed to be running thick today as well because currently there were no students in the tower to bother you as well. You sat down at the edge of the railing looking over the peaceful scenery. Leaning your head against the cold metal railing and sighing. You swung your legs gently enjoying the peaceful environment.

You must have fallen asleep because you awoke to the sound of a deep voice calling your name and a heavy sensation around your shoulders.

“Wake up you're gonna get a cold out here or fall off the railing,” the deep voice spoke again, finally pulling you out of your sleep.

Quickly your eyes shoot open making sure it is not a student who has woken you only to realize it is your Severus. 

Groaning, upset at being woken up and also becoming aware of the dull ache in your back and tailbone.

“What time is it,” you grumble out, shifting closer to him seeking some sort of warmth. He wrapped his cloak around you trying to help you retain some body heat and sharing the little bit he had.

“Around 8. You missed dinner. I could’ve gotten to you sooner but Albus would not shut up and he kept on yacking his mouth at me,” the man explained grumpily. His brows furrowing, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Humming in acknowledgement you scoot closer to him still cold. You realize you are shivering a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself trying to retain heat. Looking up at him the moonlight frames his face perfectly and you almost forget about why you came up here in the first place.

“How about we get you somewhere warmer?” He says a hint of teasing in his voice although you can tell he is being serious.

“I’m not cold,” you say as shivers wrack your body.

“Course not.” He stands up gently pulling you with him. Keeping you close to him you both begin your descent downwards. Your previous thoughts strike you hard as you walk down the stairs, avoiding his touch in case a student was to see you. However you two were definitely too close to one another to just be two co-workers enjoying a friendly late night conversation atop the Astronomy tower. Careful to not step on his cloak you made your way down the long staircase with no sight of students. Luckily for the two of you both astronomy and potions can go hand in hand when you need it to. Certain potions needed certain ingredients that can only be harvested at certain times depending on astrology and what not, so it was not weird for you to casually walk into his office and vice versa when you thought about it. The walk to his office was quiet even as you both made your way further down to the dungeons. Which was rather counterintuitive considering they were always cold.

Entering his office was always a calming experience for you. The soft smell of parchment and oddly enough hints of the smell of rain. The dungeons were always dingy in a way but ever since you came around he did his best to make it more tolerable and less gloomy. For instance, actually using his fireplace and not just letting himself and any poor student who needed help freeze to death. Even going as far as to add a small little leather couch in the corner of his office under the guise it was “for those pesky blubbering students” when really it was for you to curl up on and relax when you wanted to be near him but he was working.

Bypassing the couch all together you plop yourself down in his desk chair and slide all the way down so only your upper half is in the chair, huffing loudly.

“What’s up with you,” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow at you as he promptly locked the door behind the two of you making sure a student would not walk in on you two. You mutter a silencing charm as well knowing just how nosey some can be.

“Oh uh well, you know in like exactly a week…” you trail off hoping he will know what you are talking about, hoping he hasn’t forgotten about you and your anniversary.

“What’s in a week?” He questions taking a few steps toward you with a look of genuine confusion on his face. His brows furrowed his head slightly tilting as he looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes.

Immediately a pang of hurt shoots through you and it takes everything in you to not just slither under his desk and die from embarrassment. He really forgot? God this was awful he forgot really?

“Oh it’s uh nothing.” You promptly state quickly trying to brush over the topic feeling so stupid.

Suddenly you feel yourself being lifted in the air and he has placed you in his lap. Hesitantly you look at him. He seems to be suppressing a smile as he looks at you adoringly. A rare playful glint in his eye.

“How lowly do you think of me? Did you really think I forgot? Really? Silly thing,” a rare grin graces his face as he looks down at you cradling you in his arms. He gently brushes some of your hair out of your face still staring at you. A wave of relief washes over you suddenly realizing he was just messing with you. Heat rises to your face realizing this as you lean your face against his shoulder attempting to hide your face from his gaze. 

“Well you hadn’t mentioned it. Also you don’t even like doing stuff like this so I wasn’t sure if we were goi-” you were cut off by him gently grabbing your chin and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. As usual his lips were cold but his kisses were filled with longing and emotion. Doing his best to convey every word he couldn’t say through the gentleness of his touch, hoping you would understand.

His cold hand gently cupped your face cradling it in his palm as he spoke against your lips, “Yeah but you like going out so I am going to take you out, obviously.” He stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world to him, before pressing another kiss to your lips again, just as gentle and loving as before.

“I’ve made reservations and everything, all you need to do is be ready by 6:30 the rest is taken care of,” he said proudly. His chest was a bit puffed out as he stated this clearly happy with himself.

“Well aren’t you just industrious. And here I was thinking you forgot…”

“I could never forget you,” he has his normal stern expression on his face but after being with him for so long you know this is simply his resting face. His voice was laced with adoration and love as he said this still cradling you in his arms holding you close to him scared that if he faltered for even a second you might slip away. 

You smile happily at him and blush lightly. His words never fail to make heat rise to your face. Maybe it wasn’t his word but rather his tone either way the effect it had on you was embarrassing and he knew it. You lean your head against him breathing in his calming scent of old parchment.

“Do you have stuff you need to grade?”

“I already have it done. Finished it before dinner. You?” His chest vibrated as he responded to your question. His deep voice almost sends a shiver down your spine. “That’s why I went up to the tower to clear my mind dumb students…”

He scoffed lightly at this. He would always be one to critique students with you if you ever needed someone. Granted you weren’t so hard on them as he was but sometimes you wish they could put forth a bit more effort than they did.

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you. Pressing your head against his chest enjoying the gentle beating of his heart. A calm was brought upon you. Relaxing your body as he held you in his arms gently rubbing your back. Soon the tiresome day caught up to you and your eyes grew heavy with sleepiness once more.

A gentle whisper was barely heard as you were slipping off into the dream realm, “Am I going to lose you to sleep?” The gentle adoration in his voice just making you more calm pushing you further into sleep.

“We can’t sleep in the chair, come on,” he whispered while picking you up and gently taking you to bed. Casting a spell to automatically put you guys in your pajamas he pulled back the covers, being careful to not disturb you in your almost asleep state, and carefully laid you down crawling in behind you.

Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “Goodnight love.” Sending you off into a peaceful rest.

[desceros]

Can you do a Bay!TMNT X reader that doesn't have an accent normally but when they get upset that shit just appears outta thin air and they can barely understand them? Thank you!!

egads, something has upset the dear sweetheart. :)

tmnt x reader; i say fuck but otherwise it's G, GN!Reader

Leonardo

immediately, he’s focusing in on the fact that you’re upset. whichever brother is closest is on call to handle that issue while he takes care of you. big bug? donnie, annihilate. scary dude? raph, if you please. bad news? mikey, go into the kitchen and bring that box of cookies we all pretend not to know we’re dipping into.

once he’s got The Issue under control, he goes to you to check and make sure you’re okay. before he’s even talking to you, his eyes are going head to toe to make sure you’re fine. only then does he ask.

leo: what happened you: [fdalsjflksjflsakjfas] leo: …………what

he’s so, so patient about not knowing what the fuck you’re saying. gently, he’ll put his hands on your shoulders, pulling you a little close, blocking everything else out, giving you a safe bubble, softly murmuring your name until he has your attention.

“breathe. match with me,” he’ll say, taking one of your hands and pressing your palm to his plastron so you can feel his lungs work. in, out. in, out. in, out. as many times as it takes before you’re calm again. 

“okay?” he’ll wait for you to nod, or give him some indication you’re good to go now. then he’ll find out what upset you, if it wasn’t already obvious, and transition to fixing it mode.

later, while meditating, now that the scary moment has passed, he’ll think it’s kind of cute—only to immediately get annoyed with himself, because no, it’s a problem, what if something seriously wrong happens and he can’t communicate? ok but it is kinda cute he makes a mental note to work with you so he can understand you in case of emergency in the future.

Donatello

the second donnie sees that you’re anything other than sparkling with joy, he has a split second of what do what do before the boy is on it. he’s in your space, cupping your jaw, making sure it’s not something physical that’s the problem.

donnie: what happened?! are you okay? you: [ladjflaskjfklasjf]!! donnie: …huh. ok. not exactly helpful.

still, donnie knows the value of a good ramble. once he’s sure you’re not hurt, he just cups your nape with one hand and lets you talk. does he understand a word you’re saying? nope. does he care? nope. he’ll let you work out the whole thing in gibberish first, get all the hyper-aroused emotion out of your system, and once you’re calmed down enough to where you can speak normally again, then he’ll get the details.

sliding his thumb to your pulse to make sure it’s at a normal level again, he’ll ask once you calm down. “okay, that’s better. now, what happened?” 

if something’s spooked you, he takes care of it. (bug? annihilated.) if someone scared you, he takes care of it. (bad dude? he looks at raph, who just grins a little ferally and handles it).  if it’s bad news or something of that ilk, he pulls you into a hug and slowly rubs your back, keeping you pressed against his plastron so you can focus on the feel of his scutes instead of your problems.

later, in his lab, he’ll be sitting at his desk fiddling with a rubix cube, not really solving it, just sitting there burning bc oh, it was so cute, oh it was so cute, you’re so cute and he’s kind of dying a little just thinking about all the ways that you’ve completely, irrevocably charmed him

Raphael

oh. so someone has decided to die today. 

raph sees you’re upset and the first thing he does is check and see if someone else is involved. if yes, they’re about to have a bad day. he’s got pointy weapons and a short fuse, and you’re a hot-button issue on top of that.

if you’re alone, he grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder to get you somewhere private so you can let it all out. he hates showing weakness to his brothers and he won’t make you do it, either. his sweetheart gets privacy for their meltdowns. once he drops you, that’s when he asks.

raph: the hell happened? you: [fdlsafjlsakjflsa]— raph: whoa, whoa, i ain’t catchin’ what you’re sayin’. start over. you: [fdljsafklasjflkasjf]!! raph: ……nope.

the poor guy has no idea what to do, so he tries to think about what he can do to get you calmed down enough to make some sense. you enjoy sitting in his lap on movie nights, so he sits on the nearest surface and plops you in place, rubbing his hands down your arms like he knows you like. 

“give it a minute, then try again,” he says, probably a little too rough to be considered gentle for most. still, it’s sweet, for him, and he’ll keep up the pets until you’re calm again and can actually explain.

bug is squished. bad guy has found god. if it’s bad news, he keeps petting you, letting you take from him what you need. if it’s his, it’s yours. 

later, he’ll be lying in bed with a pillow over his head, so fuckin’ mad bc you’re so cute and it’s so annoying how easily you get under his skin. 

Michelangelo

first thing mikey does is grab your biceps, getting your attention immediately.

mikey: what’s wrong?! what’s wrong?! you: [orijdklsjfsa]! mikey: …aw, nuts. DONNIE. LEO. help?!

after his brothers tell him that no, they can’t understand you either, he groans and squishes your cheeks with his palms. 

“babe, i know you’re freaking out right now, but it’s gonna be okay, okay? now you gotta start making some sense or else i’m gonna start freaking out, and we really probably both shouldn’t be freaking out at the same time.” 

behind where mikey is doing a stellar job of absolutely not solving anything, leo and donnie take care of the issue, if there is one. bug is squished. bad guy is informed of his need for life insurance. leo slaps a hand on mikey’s shoulder, then the two of them leave, bc they know you’re in good hands. 

(you are in the finest of hands)

despite not knowing how to fix, he knows how to help. he pulls you close and smooches you all over your face, loud smacking kisses that either annoy you into being distracted from what’s bothering you, or that make you laugh bc he’s such an idiot how could he possibly think this would work. (and yet it works.)

only when you put your hand in his face to push him away does he stop, sending you a sunshine grin that acts as a tether for you to become stable again. grabbing your hand, he invites you to tell him what was the problem, twining your fingers together and keeping you calm. 

later he’ll be thinking about your exasperated face when he couldn’t understand you and laugh until his stomach hurts bc you’re so, so adorable and he is so, so glad that you’re in his life and his. 

[starsomens]

this is for my ✨ bilingual girlies ✨ I am one which is why this can be grammatically incorrect but whatever

Noah finds your accent ADORABLE. and HOT of course. like, he can listen to you for hours noticing how certain words and/or syllables here and there in your speach sound different from what he's used to hear and it hits the right spot for him;

with that being said, he still jockingly mocks you from time to time trying to do impressions of the way you speak. he never takes it to far though, so it's just an ongoing banter which you gladly paticipate in, intentionally making your accent sound harsher from how you "normally" speak;

and you and Jolly cooperate in making Noah lose his mind with your accents. Hoah goes like "guys, human throats are not designed to reproduce such insane sounds, what planet are you both from?"

you melt when he lovingly says "you're so special, you're out of this world" only to roll your eyes three seconds later when he continues "seriuosly, you're a fucking alien, the more you talk the more I'm sure of it. I won't turn you in though, you're mine now";

he also makes fun of you when you misspell in your texts to him. "darling, are you okay? is everything alright or you having a stroke? should we call an ambulance or an English teacher?":

also, did you know your voice sounds not the same when you speak different languages? no? oh, trust me, HE KNOWS. it never stops to amuse him how suddenly your voice switches to softer and huskier or goes higher and cuter depending of the language. to him it's basically the same kind of "magic" (you call it that) he uses when he sings switching registers, so yeah, your voice is music to his ears. and he loves that more than anything;

sometimes you forget certain words or mix them up and it makes you feel awkward and embarressed. you're afraid that you speak gibberish instead of proper English. especially in front of Noah with his sophisticated way of expressing his thoughts. but not only he ALWAYS knows what you're trying to say, he also makes you feel less in your head about it. for example, he makes up silly stories about him saying the wrong words at the wrong circumstances and embarrassing the heck out of himself (and you're sure it never happened, but he wants to cheer you up so you play along) or he turns your mistakes into something special for the two of you, like an inside joke or a secret code (remember that cringy "I wolf you" line from You? yep, that's what I'm talking about). so when he shows you his new song which is his personal love anthem to you and the greatest thing he's ever written to this day and you say it's terrible instead of terrific, he looks as proud as he only can be and jokingly says he tried his best to make it the worst song in the history of music. from now on all of his song are "terrible". and all about you, of course;

remember when he said that Jolly comes up with the greatest lyrics without realizing it because he thinks in Swedish? same applies to you. it truly fascinates Noah to hear you saying the most beautiful genius things based on some sayings in your first language. he takes inspiration from that and includes it in his lyrics without saying that and you realize it afterwards when you hear him singing it;

he's for sure secretly learning your language just to surprise you all of the sudden. like, you two have a movie night date on your big comfy couch, he brushes his fingers through you hair and says "I love you" in your language and you automatically reply back the same way and then go "wait, did you just..?" and he sits there smiling from ear to ear and being so hella proud of himself, throwing at you one compliment in your mother tongue after another. and you have no idea when or how he managed to learn it all but it makes you love him even more;

which is why the next thing he'll learn from you will be the dirty talk. oh god, help us all lol

ANON SHIT UP RN

COME TO MY HOUSE SO I CAN GIVE U KISSES STOOPPPPPPP OMG MY HEART

So I was born here, but I want to say that, technically my first language was Spanish. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother and I had heard from someone that the way you express your emotions, whatever language you use is your first language, which I thought was a very cool concept. And a lot of times there are words that I don’t know in English so I just resort to Spanish but oh my God literally made me smell so big I’m at work and the noise I let out was crazyOMMGGGGG

I was going to write a small story on this, but you beat me to the punch, but I’m not complaining. I will add onto this later on thank you thank you thank you thank you again.🩷🩷🩷🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[fuckingstrange]

In the precinct (is crazy)

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WARNING: PWP/Porn without plot, straight into the smut again, Public sex(?), blowjob (l.a. receiving), nearly caught in the act, also caught after the fact, brief mention of the case being worked?, gn!r genitals only explained as “aching crotch” 1 (one) time, Luke pushes your head down 1 (one) time, mention of gagging 1 (one) time, brief handjob?, cum swallowing, SMUT, non-beta read; we make typos like my grandma without reading glasses.

WORDS: 690?+

PAIRING: Luke Alvez x gn!reader

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a/n: There's just something about this charity house I'm in that has me spitting out fics like a madman

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Luke is sat at one of the officer's desks after they had kindly offered him a seat, away from the other crowd of officers and the team so that he could think more clearly.

Well, He was originally trying to work on some of the profile himself, wanting to try and connect the dots that just weren't aligning before, But now, his mind is on nothing other than the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his aching dick.

Sitting with his chair tucked into the corner desk, nobody can see you beneath it, sucking him off like his semen holds the cure for homosexuality.

His hands are occupied typing on the computer, typing pure gibberish into a private document to make it look like he's busy without making it look like he's having a breakthrough on the case so that nobody approaches. “Cleverly”, He'll cough to disguise a groan whenever you take him completely into your mouth.

Luke makes the mistake of looking down and leaning back, enough to watch you for a moment. The sight of your head bobbing, tounge swirling around the tip of his dick, his breath catches and the moan he lets out is undisguisable. You slow the pace of your head’s bobbing when you hear somebody approach.

“Are you alright, Alvez?” Hotch’s voice rings through the room. It makes you tremble as you start to pull off of him, but the nudge his boot gives your own aching crotch makes you keep going, just much slower.

“Yes, I'm- okay. Just stressed. Can't figure out how to.. to connect the profile to the killer enough that we can.. really pin him.” Luke manages to calmly respond, the only hint that anything else is wrong being the way he stops speaking to take a breath.

He leans back in the chair just as Hotch turns around to leave after a moment of lingering, obviously not believing everything is okay but deciding to leave him alone. His hand finds the back of your head and shoves it further down onto his cock, making you gag around it.

Swallowing, you see the way his hips subtly roll forward to make it look like he's merely adjusting in his chair. His dick throbs in your mouth, drool nearly dripping off the shaft from how long you've been going at him. You shove yourself down further this time, head nearly poking out from your spot beneath the desk. Swallowing around him again, you're able to look up and see the way his eyes flutter shut and his head dips.

You reach up to wrap your fingers around him while your head pulls back, lapping at the head while you stroke him. Within seconds, you're having to let your lips wrap back around his tip to make sure every drop of his cum spilling ends up in your mouth to leave no traceable evidence other than your breath afterwards.

Luke stays surprisingly quiet as he finishes, his face beet red and a bit of sweat forming on his brow line, but that just makes him look hot. Temperature wise.

Staying on your knees beneath the desk, you wait for him to give you the all clear before sliding out and standing up. He stands up as well, claiming that you should both step outside for a moment so that he can calm down. Turning around to walk to the door, you see Tara with her eyes widened and her jaw slack in surprise.

Luke's red face suddenly turns pale, like he saw a ghost. Yours matches.

Your weak stumble of a cover up isn't enough. She doesn't believe you were “fixing his chair.” Nobody really would, you were a fool to think that she'd believe anything other than the truth. Tara's look of surprise shifts to one of amusement. She even chuckles.

“Yeah, chair must have been a little.. stiff, huh?” She teases, giving the both of you a wink before motioning for you both to step outside like Luke had asked.

You both exit with an embarrassed look on your face, aware she won't snitch but won't let you live it down either.

[pignipplez]

GERARD WAY DIED IN MY DREAM ☹️💔

I was dozing off cuz I’m eepy and in the 2 second span of my slumber a hole story formed into my thick skull 🥲🥲🥲🥲

I woke up in my dream and I checked my social medias and shit and everyone was panicking so I checked to see what was wrong and it said GERARD WAS DEAD 😭 He died from like a drug overdose or something their like dead thing memorial pictures or whatever looked like a one piece wanted poster idk it was weird.

So then I was randomly invited to the funeral of Mr Way and it was an open casket so I walked up to them it was in the Helena church and Gerard had black little ballet shoes on and his blue dress they wore that one time (forgot when 🤔)

But yeah I was still in shock and the rest of the band was there right and Ray was holding onto the group like the little mama bear he his and was silently crying he was also eating a subway sandwich. Mikey then turned to me and he was wearing the sluttiest shit ever like blud was smokin in that drip. But anyways he flipped his hair at me and said.

“Follow the new Mr Way”

Now I’m following him also Frank has looked like a lost dog this whole entire time just so ya know he was there if you were worried 😜 but yeah Mikey takes me into this weird white room dungeon thing it opened from the ground like in front of the casket in the music video.

So Mikey is now gone Me, Ray, and Frank are now alone in the spooky Edgar Allan Poe short story the pit and the pendulum type shit. So the big hole in front of us arises the dude from The black parade music video. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth is snapped open like that one girl from stranger things.

The dude starts to speak he starts screaming like Tweek from South Park. Then mini Mikey climbs out of the dudes gaped jaw with his onion hair and a long curly stash.

My vision zooms up to his lips and he says, “Gerard’s death has given me inspiration for an incredible album” “We should call it GG” “It-

He gets cut off tho cuz disco music and lights flood the room then he starts to do the dancing blabazar brat does in despicable me 3.

Everything cuts off though like a film camera and it’s Ray gripping onto the camera he’s sweating and frantic franks also there doing a ballerina spin over and over agian in the background without stopping. Like just rotating. Also Ray now kinda looks like Larry from Sally Face like all icky and detailed also I’m talking about him specifically dead like Cult Larry.

Ray shouts gibberish into the camera but finally the static gets through as “I Did it *my real name* I killed Gee,” “He said that I wasn’t the real alpha I had to I HAD TOO,”

“This is all real alpha *my real name* I don’t take steroids,” “IM STIGMA LOOK AT M-“

Then it cut off and it Glitched back to when I woke up and found out that Gerard was dead and the wanted poster and everything but this time I turned to Ray then and there and he sobbing holding a “We need a bartender” card and a beer bottle while sadly looking at me. (Like those pictures of him 😈)

Then I was like This can’t be real it can’t be he isn’t then I awoked 😋

I think I’m going insane 😍

An Invader Zim character was in there somewhere just not sure where 🤧

Also Gerard tried to crawl out of the casket at the funeral but Frank beat him back in with an acoustic guitar but for some weird reason my mind didn’t register that at all so I just forgot but remembered it happened

Dreams are confusing 😭

[rabbitblackx]

I just witnessed a horrifying fact about Winnie the Pooh becoming a murderous monster. So may I have slashers with an S/O crying in her sleep as she was having a nightmare about the Horror film that she have witnessed. You can add all the slashers if you want, if you don't want to, you can just add Jason, Freddy and Bubba. Thanks.

By the way, I'm doing fine, so do not sorrow for me :)

Hope u enjoy xx :)

Slashers when Fem!Reader is crying in her sleep over a horror movie

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger

Bubba Sawyer💖

Chop-Top took you and Bubba to the movies! <3 He rambled on about some horror movie while driving his truck there. You didn’t mind and simply leaned into Bubba’s shoulder in the backseat, blurring out everything else. Lord knew you had seen some stuff since hanging with the Sawyers. So how bad could a horror movie be?

Holy shit. It was fucked

You and Bubba were traumatised. Well, mostly you. Bubba had hacked and sawed and butchered his way through many bad things in his life. So a scary movie was easy to get over. You though, weren’t so brutal in nature

That night, you had some stupid nightmare about the gory, horrific film you had endured earlier. Bubba slept beside you, only to stir awake at the sound of soft cries

Bubba sat up from bed to see you laying next to him, curled up and crying in your sleep. He began to ramble to himself, roughly shaking you awake with his calloused hands. Your teary eyes tore open as you bellowed up a big gulp of air, beads of sweat forming on your forehead

Bubba moaned and groaned, pawing at your tearstained cheeks and checking you over for injuries

“I’m fine, Bubba. I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.” You whimpered

Your heart was pounding as you gripped it through your shirt, your shoulders shaking with fear and small sobs. Bubba felt like crying too, seeing you like this. His hands trembled as he attempted to use them in a form of comfort, giving you small pats and stroking your face. He continued to mutter gibberish from under his mask, not knowing what to do. He just wanted you to stop crying and feel better

Little did he know, it actually worked. Another tear ran down your cheek, but not because you were still scared. Because your Bubba warmed your heart

“Thanks, Bubba.” Your voice shook as you pulled him into a warm hug

Jason Voorhees💖

When Jason came home one night to you on the couch, wide eyes glued to the tv screen, he thought nothing of it. He noticed that it was something rather gruesome, or ‘scary’, but what was that to him? Just his everyday life. Yours too, pretty much.

Speaking of, Jason left the cabin again to do such things you were watching to the pesky teens currently plaguing his camp

Jason returned later that night. You were asleep in bed, but something was different. He tilted his head.

You were crying

Though many liked to think of him as a bit soft, Jason was cold like hard stone. He didn’t understand why you would be crying while dreaming. Actually, he didn’t really understand crying much either

Jason grabbed your shoulders and thumped you against the bed a few times in a rude awakening. Jason recoiled slightly when you screamed right in his masked face. Both pairs of your wide eyes stared straight into each other’s souls. Your chest heaved as you desperately tried to catch your breath from the terrible dream you just had. Jason loomed over your bed, his hands still firm on either of your shoulders. He didn’t move an inch, only stared

“Jason…” you sputtered

You were both frozen in your silent stare off, trying to read each other. The two of you failed miserably at doing just that, so Jason tilted his head in a wordless question

What’s wrong?

You finally broke your gaze and looked down at your lap shamefully. Your shaky hand came up to wipe away some of your tears

“I just… had a nightmare about that dumb movie I was watching earlier. Kinda really freaked me out.” You mumbled shyly, still looking away

Jason stood up to his full, terrifying height. Your heart broke a little as he turned away, and walked straight out the door. It took you a few moments to process what just happened, before more tears fell down to the bedsheets. You cried softly into your hands, now more saddened by Jason than scared of that awful movie

Just before you thought he left you for dead, Jason soon returned into the doorframe of your bedroom. You gasped softly at the sight of him looming in the darkness

Seriously, dude. You were scared of some gory movie and not afraid of the serial killer glaring at you in the dark? Get real

Your tears soon halted to a stop when you gazed upon the old teddy bear in Jason’s grasp. It was his from when he was a boy. He went to go get it and give to you for comfort

“Oh, Jason.” You whispered with a broken voice

Jason walked over to your bed and gently held out his teddy bear. You carefully took it from him, holding it like it was precious. You couldn’t help but smile like a total idiot as you looked the toy over in the dark, your thumb stroking over its matted fur

Freddy Krueger💖

Freddy was beyond surprised to see what you were dreaming about. Like every night, he crept into your dreams to visit you. But tonight, it seemed as if you were already being terrorised! Not that Freddy terrorised you—he just liked to mess with you. He loved you, I swear!

Freddy watched as you ran screaming, a grotesque killer chasing you with a bloody weapon raised. As soon as you set your sights on his figure up ahead, you came bounding over to him

“Freddy!” You shrieked

You threw your arms around him in a fit of panic. The killer came charging towards the two of you, and you hid your face in Freddy’s scarred neck

Just as the killer was about to strike, you found yourself back in your bed, sitting up and gasping for air. You whipped your head around to spot Freddy right next to you

“What the hell was that?” Freddy asked

You clutched your chest as you breathed heavily, cold tears slick against your cheeks. You didn’t meet your boyfriend’s eyes, instead gripping either side of your head in distress

“Ugh, that stupid movie. It was a dream about that dumb horror movie I watched.” You huffed

Freddy let out a small chuckle. He scooted closer and pulled your hands away from your face. You looked up at him shyly, teary eyes twinkling in the dark. The man threw an arm around your shoulders and thrusted you into his side

“What ya watching horror movies for? You got all the horror you need right here, babe.” Freddy smirked, gesturing down to himself with a bladed hand

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, wiping away your tears. You leaned into him and snuggled close

“You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” You smiled

Freddy was glad you stopped crying. Because he didn’t know what to do with that. Comforting people? Not his thing. But to just sit here with you in the real world? Feeling your real warmth cuddled up against his knitted sweater? Freddy thought it was nice

Though he would never, ever admit that

[darkdevasofdestruction]

hello! if you’re still taking requests for gangsta could i get some hcs of nic with a hard of hearing s/o? kinda like how they would’ve met, how they interact, that kind stuff. 🥺👉👈 thank you so much!

 Oh yes, I get you with the hard of hearing thing, my senses are so poor it’s become a joke now xD

Though you’re not deaf, your hearing is literal shit, to the point that it’s become a thing you joke about a lot with your friends.

Whenever you’re not fully paying attention to someone speaking, you have to ask them to repeat what they were saying since you barely picked up a thing or two about what they were trying to say.

Still, you’re very easy going and chill about the whole situation, and though you hope it doesn’t bother your friends much, you’re not bothered by it either way.

Whether you know what caused your hearing to diminish from the normal parameters, it didn’t even matter anymore.

You first met Nicolas when him and Worick were chasing after a criminal, and the blond called out to you to get out of the way, but you were listening to music on your earbuds so of course you had no idea what was going on behind you - Until the Japanese man bumped into your side roughly, making you fall to the ground with a great thud.

Not only that, but he got off balance and thumbled too, leaving only the Gigolo chasing after that guy while Nic was recovering from the fall.

 The man, now on top of you, got up quickly and extended his hand to you - Which you took - And he started mumbling something.

And you just looked up at him and blinked in confusion.

Which made him look at you weirdly, as to why weren’t you sketching any reaction at all.

“Can you say that again, please?”

And the man repeated the small word - But you didn’t pick it up this time, but in your defense, it sounded like gibberish altogether and you had no idea why he was speaking so unclearly.

Still, you tried to decipher in your head what he tried to say, and then, with a Eureka expression on your face, you let out an ‘Ohhh!’ sound.

“Oh, you apologised! Don’t worry about it, it happens!” your chill, innocent smile surprised him, but at the same time, he thought it was absolutely beautiful.

And what a coincidence, you though he was very attractive too, and seeing how he was just standing there, smiling awkwardly, you asked if he wanted to go for a coffee, to which he immediately agreed, forgetting all about his mission or his partner.

That was your first date.

Sure, he got a lot of shit from Worick after outright deserting him in the middle of a mission, but at the end of the day, he finally got such a nice date!

A date that’s tragic at the basic function of hearing, just like him.

Worick would tease the both of you a LOT. Just because he can.

But he’s very supportive of the two of you, especially since Nic is finally happy.

Speaking of Nic-...

Though he’s not outright speaking about you, he’s always thinking about you, and whenever he does, he has that dreamy smile on his face like he’s drunk in love.

He’s literally the sweetest man in the world, and though a bit clumsy, he’s such a gentleman.

Always brings you flowers or little trinkets, always finds new stories to gossip about with you, and has the best hungs in the world.

This man is so touch starved that if you start petting his hair, he’ll have a kitten grin and outright melt in your touch, even going as far as to cuddle in your arms.

He always wants to impress you, and the best way to do that is with his strength - So as often as he can, even as a surprise, he’ll pick you up bridal style, or as a piggy back ride and walk with you around as much as you like.

And don’t even get me started on how he jumps around with you from the roof of the buildings and laugh merrily with you because you’re having so much fun and he loves making you happy.

He’s absolutely the best boyfriend in the world, bless his soul, and if anyone dares even look at you the wrong way, they will become sashimi.

Overall, the best thing about your relationship is that you don’t have to worry about not hearing what Nic is saying, because you speak in sign language -

But there are some things that he’s forcing himself to speak out loud, and those are his short love confessions.

Whether he says ‘I love you’, ‘You’re beautiful’ or ‘You make me happy’, he will always, without fail, speak it out, and make sure he has your face cupped in  his hands and share a tender eye contact so he knows his feelings are properly shared.

[gliphyartfan]

@yanderelinkeduniverse @stars-for-thought @imprisioned-in-the-hole @screaming-until-god-hears-me @crestfallenmermaidan @ice-cream-writes-stuff @linked-heroes @eternadreeblissa @justanerd1

(Runs in, throws post in your face and runs back into the void. Plot bunnies chasing after me)

How many times will you watch it Fall young warrior? 

As many times as it takes to leave this place.

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She watched him mutter as he meandered through the town. 

"Finish the temple..obtain...speak to...reset everything." 

He seemed to become more and more erratic after the first 3 days. 

 He kept muttering to himself in a way that made it sound like gibberish. Barely acknowledged her. (Though to be fair she deserved it for helping Skull kid steal from him) Yet the very first day he arrived, he walked around aimlessly as if in a daze. It looked as if something was wrong with him.

 (Perhaps being turned into a Deku scrub affected him more than she thought?) 

Then on day 2 she saw him standing out near the Laundry pool for most of the afternoon, staring up at the clouded sky with an empty expression on his face. 

 She had never seen a stranger looking so lost before, let alone a kid. She couldn't help it; she felt bad. 

So on day 3, she tried to talk to him, tried to distract herself from her nerves, distance herself from the nearing moon and trembling grounds. She barely pulled him out of his strange trance at times and have him look at her. 

Any words she had wanted to say shriveled away when he looked at her with such sad yellow eyes. "Um, I-" she started, but she would trail off as he kept staring at her, before slowly continuing his dazed walk. 

She watched as he found a stray fairy and healed the great fairy in North Clock Town, gaining the blessing of magic from her.

She didn't say a word on the third day as the boy turned Deku scrub took slow steps towards the stairs that led up to the top of the tower. 

She kept a brave face as they confronted Skull Kid, allowing her anger to boost her confidence when he hurt her brother, yet panic swept through her as he used the mask's powers to begin the moon's collapse.

Yet the green clad boy didn't panic. 

He just used a Bubble Blast to knock the Ocarina out of Skull Kid's hands, scooped it up, and summoned up pipes to play.

She wanted to ask what he was even thinking (how could he play music at a time like this?) 

But light filled her vision as he played the final note. Felt this sense of weightlessness that could only come from falling, and suddenly, she was staring at the now distant moon, the busy workers continuing their construction.

 She was in the past. Back to the first day of their arrival. Her gaze swept through the area, trying to find an answer as to what had happened. 

Has it been a dream? No, her heart was still racing, she could not have dreamt something so frightening. 

And Link? He merely turns his back to the town and pushes through the doors behind him and makes his way inside the tower. 

"H-Hey!" 

Tatl rushed after him as he approached the ever grinning merchant. 

----

(The Gods have use for you still, young warrior. Yet despite heeding their call, you walk a path that they are utterly blind to.)

Let them continue to be blind. Their arrogance will only benefit me and mine. 

(Such confidence, or is that not arrogance as well? What is the difference between you and the Gods?)

I'm willing to be beaten down if it means never making the same mistakes again. 

(…Curious.)

Aren’t you the same? 

(…)

----

The fairy had thought the boy's strangeness would ease off after he was changed back, but it just seemed to worsen.

 When before he had been a muttering mess, he was now almost always silent. and when he did speak, he sounded different. More monotone. 

The only time he talked normally, or pretended to talk normally, was when he was dealing with someone's request. 

It shouldn't have disturbed her to see the light in his eyes fade when he left the eyesight of whoever he spoke to. 

It was as if…he was playing a part. 

 As if, like an actor, he was pretending to be someone else. But why? It was as if...he was playing some elaborate game, why wasn't he saying something? Anything? 

What was he thinking about? "Link?"

Dull, empty, lifeless eyes turned to look at her.  A stare, devoid of any warmth or emotion

."Hello…there." Tatl waves a hand at his face,"Um…what are you gonna do?"

The boy just stared at her before turning back to continue onward.

"...Do you need anything?", she asked hesitantly, "Do you even know where to go?." Tatl commented. 

"...Yes." A response! 

 She had gotten him to respond !!! "Really!?"Tatl questioned in disbelief, "Yes." The child repeated.

 "But where are we going?" She asked, fluttering a little bit closer to him. Link didn't seem to care and continued walking as if she weren't even there.

"...Woodfall Temple."

The young fairy blinked. "Huh..?".She looked at him in surprise, then turned to look back down. 

"But...how do you know that?"  she asked. 

"...An owl told me." He answered simply, still staring ahead. 

An owl? They hadn’t met any owls…

The wind blew slightly and rustled the bushes behind them...

…and she didn't have the courage to ask him for further details. 

And as he continued to walk forward, it showed he didn't seem to care enough to provide them. 

-----

(Do you think you could be forgiven for your sins against the one you supposedly hold dear?)

No…but that won't stop me from making amends. 

(Is it worth it, for one mere soul?)

For Her, I would freely allow the world to End if that is what She wished. 

(...)

and I am not the only one with such beliefs. 

(No...I suppose you aren't.)

---

He seemed to know exactly where to go, who to speak to, what to do. 

Tatl felt utterly useless, even her knowledge of the enemies weren't of use. 

The boy seemed to have no trouble with all the monsters he battled. He fought them as if he dealt with them his whole life. 

 And the monsters that festered in the temples, there was no way he could have known how to deal with them. Yet he did. With experience. 

Experience he shouldn't have. Experience that there was no way he could have. 

So all she could do was hover awkwardly nearby as she watched him continue on his way. 

She felt utterly useless, she couldn't help him with anything, nothing at all!

 All she could do was..observe him, waiting until something happened, hoping that nothing else bad happened, then move forward.

She was lost in her thoughts as dull blue glanced over at her silently. 

-----

(Your memory of her. Such a curious thing. What beholds you to such a small soul? When there are others with more power and prestige that would freely offer themselves to you?)

If you need to ask me such questions, then you are as blind to what makes her soul beautiful as those that would ‘freely offer themselves to me’. 

(…)

-----

Link supposed he was being a bit cruel…towards someone he was meant to consider a friend. Yet her presence, the presence of Termina as a whole, simply reminded him of how far he was from where he belonged. 

 He knew (How could he not with what he experienced?) how long it would take to reach his destination. Yet that only emphasized how much time remained before everything was right again. 

For the past several weeks he had been wandering aimlessly between areas. Occasionally taking requests from people. It was odd, how familiar he has become to the sensation of being the only one who was ever aware of what truly transpired. 

It was a dull sense of familiarity, of knowing he would remain the only one who remembered the knowledge of what would come and what would not, and had, passed. Normally such a thing wouldn't have bothered him, not anymore at least.

But then again, normally, his being wasn't screaming that he was going insane. Normally his mind wasn't screaming out for the others his sword brothers, the only ones who would understand how he was currently feeling because She was not. Here.

He wondered what was happening with them right now, were they in the same boat as him? Trapped in a past that had long since passed for them? Trapped in a point in time where their memories were the only proof of the trials they had overcome? 

Trapped in another time period where their choices had taken them down a path away from the quiet lives they had once lived? 

Perhaps…trapped in time which had once been their home. Their home which was now so familiar yet so…foreign.

The memories held by so many…now only held by them. 

It was a burden he wouldn't wish on his sword brothers. Yet it was one he selfishly prayed for. 

 To make himself feel better perhaps.

That maybe, in a way, he was not alone in this cruel fate. 

Perhaps they too walked forward, waiting to reunite with each other. 

Yet no amount of self-comfort could push aside the fact that...he was alone...for the first time in so long, he was alone...and he hated it so much. 

 His brothers were gone. The uncertainty of whether or not they would retain their memories left him off-kilter. 

And Termina... 

Termina.

How this land taunted him greatly. 

Striving forward yet trapped in a cycle that forced him to continuously stand still. 

Each day passing yet the sense of tomorrow never truly arriving. 

It left him desperate. Desperate for some semblance of connection...control…

Some kind of reason to get out of his own head.

Desperate to stop feeling. Desperate to let go of this burden weighing on his shoulders. Desperate to leave this place...desperate to return.

Desperate to return to the world he knew... 

 To regain what he had lost.

Because of the fear that he could have lost it forever.

That he would be the only one to even remember, in life and in death…it swirled within his heart. 

And it terrified him. 

It terrified him so much. 

So he just allowed the memories of this cruel place to lead his body forward. 

The paths and foes here ingrained in his memories so deeply, that traversing this place was easier blindfolded than not. 

In the end, while he felt some sense of guilt for treating Tatl distantly. He did not care. 

She would leave in the end anyway. 

So he wasn't going to waste his efforts escaping this place just to appease her feelings. 

In a land where 3 days was too much yet never enough. 

He just didn't have the time to waste on useless things. 

—

—

(What would you give in order to protect her?)

What would I need to give you in order to protect her? 

(So quick to return the question, would you truly offer something precious to me for her sake Young warrior?)

If you must ask me...

(....Then I suppose I must not be seeing what is clearly there.)

My memories, my heart, are open to you, you know this…make use of that privilege. 

(...I suppose I shall.)

—

"Hmhmhm~ What a rather curious fate you've been handed." 

"Has my fate piqued your interest?" was the young, yet far too old, hero's reply to that. 

"Quite so! There is something fascinating about you….the fact that you seem to be rather familiar with the item I am asking you to seek...with this whole land in fact…" The ever-grinning salesman commented, "You seem to always have an answer or word at the tip of your tongue to placid anyone who interacts with you, even me." 

"Perhaps I have a knack for picking up on conversations and people," Link replied. His voice was calm and steady, his eyes focused on the turning gears above them. He had asked Tatl to wait outside for him when the smiling man requested a moment to speak. 

Link wasn't bothered, not like he was short on time. 

"Yes, yes! Indeed you must!" The merchant exclaimed, "And you are correct about our current conversation." He stated, grinning down at the boy in front of him.

"You are a curiosity I wish to 'pick apart' so to speak. you seem to have quite the experience with the task I've presented you." 

Link nodded, "I'm used to situations like this. So, what will you gain from such a conversation?"

"The satisfaction of my curiosity sated, of course." 

"I suppose you'll be sad to know you're in for disappointment." 

A chuckle filled Link's ears, the man smiled as if he was enjoying some joke Only he understood. Then he leaned in close, grin seeming to grow wider. 

"You seem to know a lot about me." The man remarked.

"More than I'd like to," Link answered back calmly.

"Such an interesting response!" Link simply shrugged.

"So child, will you humor my curiosity?"

"...Well, since you seem insistent..." The merchant laughed. 

"Of course! Of course!" 

Link looked at him properly, "Alright…”

"So what do you want to know?"

"Well..."

.

..

...

…..

...

..

.

Tatl waited patiently outside for Link, she had been hovering by the water when she saw the doors of the Clock Tower open, she flew over as Link walked out,  her gaze fixed on his form.

She frowned as she took notice of the strange expression he wore, almost as if he were troubled...

She flew beside him, watching him quietly. Link turned his head slightly to look at her briefly before looking forward once more.

 His lips were pressed into a thin line, frowning in thought.

Tatl blinked in confusion. Did the strange man upset him somehow?

Her wings fluttering anxiously behind her. She reached up to put her hand gently on his shoulder but then quickly withdrew. Her hands folded together.

"Link…." She murmured softly. Her brow furrowing. Did she try to make him talk with her? Or was something more wrong?

Did something happen that she had not noticed?

Was he thinking about everything that's happened to him since arriving in Termina?

"Hey…" She called, swallowing her hesitation and lightly tapping his shoulder, trying to catch his attention, "What's wrong?"

Link glanced over at her and shook his head slightly. Then he moved forward. Tatl followed along with him, her eyes never leaving the back of his head as he continued onwards.

—-

---

(So quick to flee, young warrior.)

..That man will always unsettle me. 

(It is not monsters you feel the need to flee from, nor gods...yet a mortal such as he is enough to send you off to the hills.)

Monsters are simple, they have only one aim, to kill any and all for their master. 

(…)

Man, on the other hand, can unsettle even a God with the right words. 

(You think yourself a god?)

Never. 

(...Apologies…that's right...only one holds such a position in your heart.)

And only one.

---

Link stared into the masks covering the moon children's faces as he tracked each of them down.

-Your friends…

What kind of... people are they?

I wonder…

Do those people…

think of you... as a friend?-

(My brothers, My lady...to ask such a thing would be to diminish the value of what I, what we, believe in.)

-You…

What makes you... happy? 

I wonder…

What makes you happy…

Does it make... others happy, too?-

(The happiness of others has long ceased to matter to me. My brothers...My Lady…All I wish is to be with those who have long earned my trust, loyalty, and devotion.) 

-The right thing…

What is it?

I wonder…

If you do the right thing…

Does it really make…

everybody... happy?-

(My first attempt at the right thing nearly cost me a place in her heart and bond between my brothers. My second attempt cost my brothers and I everything. I pray there will never be another attempt after this.) 

-Your true face…

What kind of... face is it?

I wonder…

The face under the mask…

Is that... your true face?-

(When was the last time I looked at my face and thought of it as mine? When did my child face become that of a stranger's to me? Perhaps the face beneath this child's mask only shows when united with my brothers. Perhaps my true face only shows when blessed with Her presence.)

—

—

He walked calmly towards the last moon child sitting at the base of the tree. 

‘Do you want to play with me?’

"No." He answered. "But you want to play with me." 

‘...Everyone has gone away, haven't they?’

"They all chose to play somewhere else, yes." 

‘You don't have any mask left...do you?’

"No..none left...but you have a mask that you want to give me, don't you?" The child nodded.

"Then, give me the mask, and then let's play a game together. Good guys against Bad guys." Link then smiled at the child, smiled in a way that didn't fit on his own child-like face. 

"I'll be the bad guy.”

The moon child stared at him silently, before slowly tilting their head. 

‘Yes...Let's play that.’

Link held out his hand and the moon child stood and placed a mask in his grasp. 

The moon child watched as he stared down at the Deity's mask, his face blank, his attention focused within. 

Whatever the child saw was enough to please them and they spoke once more.

'Are you ready?' Link swallowed and nodded. 

"Yeah." 

'You're the bad guy…’

'And when I'm bad, I just run." Link finished for him. 

The moon child nodded. 'That's fine, right?'

"Only if you're fine with being chased." Link answered back. 

The child's shoulders seemed to shake lightly in silent laughter.

'Well...shall we play?' Link bowed his head and smiled in amusement. 

"Fine...Let's Play." And with those words, he placed the mask on his face.

Almost instantaneously, the fledgling (-flayed, torn, should have never been severed-) bond that had lingered weakly within the depths of his mind since he awoke in Kokiri Village, the bond that (barely) kept him from falling into the lies this world tried to trap him into believing-

(What had kept him sane during a period when he didn't have any proof other than his turbulent memories of a time that no longer existed.) 

-It all solidified. The presence within the mask, potent, powerful, deadly, surged forth and wrapped around his mind in such familiarity, he would almost be willing to admit he missed. 

(-Young Warrior...My vessel...-) 

For a moment the illusion of wholeness trapped Link in it's hold. 

 But only for a moment. More than enough time to make him choke just before his body began to transform.

 …It seemed this land was fated to always make him feel something. 

-Rest Young Vessel.- The Deity of Ferocious War spoke to the boy whose body the god claimed as His. 

...Or rather…was it instead the Boy, who claimed the deity? 

Their bond was strong, their minds united in this form. It did not matter who claimed who. 

All that mattered was the eradication of the one who would dare threaten that connection. 

The child was claimed by him from this very moment, and the god was now free to wage battle once more.

And as Majora stood before him, the Fierce Deity raised his sword. 

Blood roared within him to bring ruin upon this beast that dared attempt dominance over him and his.

---

---

Link stared at the sky for what felt like hours. The moon no longer visible within the early dawn. 

There is nothing much left to see out here in this land.

The sun would rise every morning, bathing this world in its warmth. 

The moon would rise every night, lighting the darkness with its gentle glow. 

Time finally moved forward in this land once again. 

Which meant..it was time for him to move on from this place. 

In a way…he'd miss Tatl. He had been happy to see her again, even if he had become so different from the boy she had gotten to know in another life. 

But she is back with her brother, and they are friends again with Skullkid. 

At least for Tatl, her parting with them had been short. 

What a lucky gal, compared to him..

…

-

- -

- - - 

- - 

- 

"So what do you want to know?" he asked the mask merchant standing before him. 

"...Who are you?" the merchant asked.

"...I am Link."

He wasn't certain why the merchant asked that or who he was, but perhaps asking that question would give him some answers.

"...Are you?"  Link frowned, focusing on him more intently. 

A moment passed in silence while the merchant considered him. 

"Why do you travel child?" Link turned his eyes away. 

"To find someone precious to me." 

  Link said quietly, returning his eyes to the merchant after a moment. "Someone I love very dearly..."

"How far are you willing to go for such a person?"

"As far as they want me to go, and beyond."

"Where will you go next?"

Link shrugged. "I don't care as long as it's not this place." His eyes glancing back towards the gears above them. 

Another moment passed in silence.

"...I see.." the merchant muttered.

"…Do you?" Link asked.

The ever present smile grew on the merchant's face.  "I see...you are a lonely spirit...empty, unwhole." 

The merchant chuckled, "and you wish to seek answers to a puzzle hidden deep inside you, haunting you, and you have a chance of finding it if only you stay alive long enough to reach its conclusion."

 He continued to laugh at Link's expression. "Child," he continued, "if you were to continue living like this, you wouldn't survive until the end."

Link opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure whether or not to reply. 

"You need to let go of all that weighs upon you, or you'll drown."  Link remained silent, and the merchant smirked as he noticed the lack of response.

"This journey that you've set yourself on. You're trying to fill a hole that no one is willing to fill." 

"Shut it." Link muttered under his breath. 

"No one has been able to fill the space left by the absence of those who once filled that void inside you." The merchant clasped his hands in front of him. "Or rather, you refuse to allow anyone but the ones who once filled that void to hold such a place on your heart." 

"Enough." Link said, a bit louder. 

"You're looking for an answer to some questions, but not all answers can be found in this world."  

"You think I don't know that?" Link growled at him. 

"I know. But there are many worlds where the answers might be within your grasp...or the world you've lost might still be close enough for you to find, if you simply look."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Link turned his head away from the merchant and older man sighs deeply.

"Ah..Then allow me to ask you one last thing" the merchant asked softly. "What direction are you hoping to take?"

"Home." Link replied simply.

"And where is home?" 

"Far away." Link answered quietly.

The merchant hummed. 

"Far away? That is a vague description. Is there any particular location that you mean to return to?"

Link was silent. 

"...I see..." He said to the young boy. 

 "Despite your companion, you are indeed alone, aren't you?"

Link looked up at him, but still said nothing.

"You have many waiting for you." He continued, his eyes locked onto Link. "Is this something you desire?"

"..." Link clenched his fists and glared at the floor.

"You're going to walk away without any answers, and you will be forever confused." The Merchant stated.

"I've already found what answers I could find ..." Link said, almost sounding bitter.

"And yet you still cannot understand why."

"...I believe that's enough questions." Link said before turning to leave. 

He only took a few steps before the merchant spoke up.

"I'll tell you something that tickles my mind, then." Link glanced at him.

 "You are not alone in this."

Link tensed.

"Don't worry. Your companions will wait for you just as you wait for them."

"...How do you..." The Happy Mask Salesman chuckled, bowing to the boy. 

"...Perhaps one day you will realize the truth behind my words." 

-

- - 

- - - 

Link stroked Epona's mane, smiling softly as she whinnied and shook herself. 

Parting with Tatl had been numbing, though not as bittersweet as last time. He had given her a genuine smile and wished her and her brother all the happiness in the world. 

That had surprised her, he could easily tell, and she wished him luck in return. 

With a promise to Skullkid that he'd see him again, he left.  

And in spite of his best efforts to remain stoic, Link allowed himself the momentary break, allowing the tears that had threatened to spill fall freely as he buried his face into Epona's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of her coat.

He just wanted to return to everyone, he wanted to be united again. Termina had been crueler than the shift between his adult form and his child form. 

So much time wasted yet no time wasted at all.

Epona's comforting noises and her warmth was what he focused on to feel calm and secure in this moment. 

After some moments of silence he pulled away slowly, wiping his tears. He couldn't afford to be weak, no matter how much he wanted to be free of this curse…there was work to be done. He couldn't let himself get distracted.

So much time still needed to pass after all.

But it will pass…

…

…It will always pass.

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Hello! If it’s not too much I’d like some recs for Fae or non!human Luffy or Law! I apologize if you’ve already done this.

I appreciate everything you all have done! Please make sure you all drink water and take care of yourselves! <33 -Gibberish

To Give You My Name by cosmicatta (M)

Trafalgar Law, last of the faes, had committed a fatal mistake 15 years ago: he had given Doflamingo his full name. Now, even after having escaped, the looming threat of his ownership still follows Law everywhere he goes. He can only try to survive as a runaway, hoping to, someday, find a way to cut the invisible string tying him to his former captor. Until he meets Luffy. He’s just a regular human. But maybe that’s all Law needs.

Aurora's heresy and Vesper's rebellion by KalonThorn (E)

Two faerie princes, Luffy and Law, decide to sneak off into the human realm to experience the true glamor of the human Christmas ball, thus breaking one of the most sacred laws of the whole faerie kingdom. What will be the consequences of such action and will Luffy’s outrageous wish come true? What will become of these two best friends in life and death, dancing in between the shimmering decorations and lights of the candles of the large Christmas tree above the heads of unsuspecting humans? The scent of fir and hazelnuts, the sweet sound of violins and piano, and the crackling of the fireplace. Is this perhaps love in the air?

Lay All Your Burdens to Rest by ArtlessThief (T)

Something is wrong. That’s all Law can think as he traverses the brush. He and the others had somehow gotten separated. It’s just him now as he tries to find his way. Is the forest getting denser? He had no way of knowing what direction he’s going. He isn’t even sure where he’s trying to go. Everything is covered in thick layers of moss, running water from a nearby river is ringing in his ears. It’s almost as if the sounds of the forest are speaking. Whispering to him. Calling to him…

The Forest Spirit’s Cure. by ReiBeams (E)

Law doing what he can to survive alongside his sister with an illness that seems to just get worse as time goes on, sets his mind to do what he can to change that outcome. Finding himself face to face with an individual like no other he’s come to know.

[dawnagustd]

for hours couple can I get reader wanting to get her nails redone and asking jk what shape and style she should get and if he can pay for them and cus he's whipped he will 🤭

pairing: hours!jungkook x f!reader

genre: fwbs | neighbors to lovers

word count: 0.6k

rating: 18+

warnings: suggestive | strong language | jungkook grabs his dick once | just two idiots who like each other | a bit of insecurity but for a second only | mentions back scratching(the kinky kind)

author's note: This is a month after reader starts visiting Jungkook's apartment but they've know each other longer than this, of course. They're neighbors. I changed the prompt up a little bit because I felt like it'd be more meaningful if he just offered to pay instead of her asking. I think it suits their dynamics better. This can be read as a stand alone but this is the main story. Thank you @hobeemin for looking over this for me. I love you!!

“The usual, right?”

You look at your nails carefully, examining them before you answer. This shape makes your fingers look weird when you don’t choose the right polish. You miss the old days but you had to make some compromises. 

“Nah, let’s try short this time. Same shape,” you reply.

“What?!”

Both your nail tech and Jungkook, who’s paused his video game, look at you in disbelief. Like you're speaking gibberish.

“Why are you getting them short?” Jungkook asks.

Your phone sits on the device station propped against the mount so you can see the FaceTime call and check your notifications without messing up your nails.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just want something different, I guess.”

“You can just try another shape,” your nail tech suggests.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jungkook adds.

You roll your eyes because you don’t think it’s a big deal. You can’t get what you want so the length doesn’t really matter to you.

“Then what should I get then?” 

The question was directed toward your nail tech, but Jungkook speaks up instead.

“How you used to wear them... Like when you first started coming over to my place.” 

He picks up his controller and resumes his game while he talks to you, describing the shape he’s speaking of best he can. “The vampire shape. I like those; they’re sexy.”

“Dude, you mean coffin?”

Jungkook snaps his fingers. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You’d kill to have coffin nails again, but they’re too high maintenance for the kind of sex you and Jungkook have. Besides, you remember how badly you scratched up his back the first time he fucked you. You felt bad, so you changed the shape to oval so you wouldn’t hurt him as much.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I like those a lot but I don’t wanna rip your skin open anymore.”

You mumble the last part so that only he can hear, and he responds with a laugh.

“I’m good, baby. I like pain.” Jungkook glances at his phone and winks.

Your nail tech can probably see steam rising from your cheeks because they’re on fire. Jungkook is smirking proudly, knowing he’s got a reaction out of you.

“Yeah, we really like those,” he adds, grabbing his dick. The lady walking past you chokes on air after looking the wrong way at the wrong time. You offer a small apology as you're ogling at the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “Matter of fact, how much are they?... Everything.”

“Like my entire appointment?... Gosh, I’m embarrassed,” you laugh.

“Yeah, all of it.”

You go over everything you’ve gotten done at the spa while Jungkook has paused the FaceTime call. You know he’s still listening because he gives an “mhm” every time you pause. Once you’ve come up with an estimate you look at your nail tech, who has your invoice and you’re given a nod, letting you know you’re in the right range.

You’ve been coming here since high school so you already know how much everything costs, but you still ask out of respect. You repeat the total so Jungkook can hear, thinking he’s about to tease you for spending so much, but to your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Cool,” he answers, switching back to the video call. “Hey, I’m gonna finish this game, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

Wow.

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye, love.”

When the call ends, your missed notifications come across your screen. A few from Instagram, Tumblr, and a missed call that says Spam Risk, but the last bubble grabs all of your attention. 

“He Cash App’d me. The fuck?” 

“Someone’s got a man,” your nail tech teases.

Your smile spreads before you can stop it. 

“Will you stop it? He’s not my man.”

Your argument is dismissed with a scoff. “Mhm.”

“I don’t, though.”

Not yet, at least.