#IDK GUYS THIS PILLOW DEMON LOOKS PRETTY THREATENING

[roseychains]

How these women fuck (or get fucked) by you

A/n: in a messy situation with some guy rn, my mental health is deteriorating and I have a lot to manage. Idk, except a lot of female oriented content for a little while cuz rn I’m. Yea

C/w: written by a minor!, fem!reader, both sub and dom reader, and all of these warnings go both ways. strap on, oral, fingering, sex toys, lingerie, bondage, marking, scissoring, degradation, exhibitionism, praise, sensory deprivation, temperature play, overstim and edging, role play, hand kink

Featuring: shoko, utahime, and yuki from jjk. Pakunoda, shizuku, and machi from hxh. Misturi and shinobu from demon slayer, and honorable mention yor briar.

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Shoko

Purple strap energy. Shoko is a switch but prefers being dom. The only way she’d ever let you take control is if you really want to, but that’s not to say that she takes on a particularly controlling roll either. For her, sex isn’t about labels it’s about making her girlfriend feel good, and herself. The thing that makes her a dom most of the time is the way that she is often the giver, and when you are she still maintains control over the situation.

Definitely smokes while she’s hitting it from the back if you let her. She’d be balls deep in your cunt and have one hand pressed on your back and the other holding a cigar between her lips, turning away to puff out the smoke.

When she goes down on you, she fingers you while she sucks on your clit. She loves watching you get close and your thighs threaten to close around her head.

Speaking of, she needs you to sit on her face. Please. She doesn’t care how heavy you think you are. She will die happily between your thighs, pull her hair too, she will moan.

Double ended dildos are defiantly her favorite toy with you. Throw in a vibrator as well, so your scissoring each other while being penetrated by the same toy and a vibrator between? That’s her favorite thing to do.

Utahime

She’s a switch as well, but she leans to being a sub, a bratty sub. I feel like she’s also a big pillow princess as well, so she prefers to lay back and be at your mercy, not to mention it gets her really turned on when you tell her all the things your going to do to her. She will act bratty to get your attention, to attempt to rile you up in hopes of getting a reaction, getting punished(overstimulated till she cry’s). On the chance she is a dom, I imagine her being a cocky dom now that the tables have finally turned, you’ll be sore for a while.

She looks so good in lingerie, she likes it when you fuck her in it, while you’re wearing some as well. She will constantly talk about it when valentines is coming up, “I sure hope my hot sexy girlfriend doesn’t buy us matching lingerie, that would be so bad I hope that doesn’t happen” (she is a master of reverse psychology)

Being a pillow princess, you’re often the one going down on her. She’s super vocal while you’re eating her out, pulls your hair super hard.

She loves shibari bondage, with silky red ropes gently laced around her body. She doesn’t like normal rope, handcuffs, or tape. Only gentle, pretty silk. To be honest, sex with her is very ascetically pleasing

Yuki

She’s a dom all the way. She is controlling every aspect of your bedroom activity’s, and flawlessly at that. She knows what you want, she knows how you like to be touched, where you’re sensetive, and how to abuse all of that knowledge. Depending on what you prefer, she can either be a mean dom, or a slow romantic lover, or both. She lives to please you, so don’t you move a finger. If you weren’t a pillow princess, you are now.

Dirty talk with her is so good. She says the right things at all the right times, and her smug sexy voice never fails to make you leak through whatever panties you’re wearing.

She will probably at some point bring up the idea of you wearing a vibrator in public and she has the remote. Honestly, she loves seeing you flustered and embarrassed, all the better knowing it’s all her fault.

Wants you to leave marks on her when she fucks you. She wants you to scratch her back, leave red marks that will show in her back-less swim suit the next day, she wears those marks like a badge of honor.

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Pakunoda

Service dom vibes. I feel like sex with with her is equally as romantic as it is almost formal. She’s a giver, and dedicated everything she does to your pleasure. With that being said, she is also a brat tamer. So if you act up, except to be bent over her lap and counting each hit. She will give you everything you want, sexually, and expects submission in return.

She’s definitely possessive, and when you go out wearing something revealing she’s making sure she has given you a hickey somewhere on your skin, for when she can’t be with you. But when she can, she has her hand around your waist at all times.

Loves to eat you out slowly so you get needy and start begging for her to finish you off. She will draw it out as long as she can, savoring your taste and reactions, but after a while she will let you cum.

She prefers to fuck you with her fingers as opposed to a strap. She feels like it’s too far away from being her, so she’s rather fuck you with something she has, reminding you that you don’t need any man, or anyone else for that matter.

Shizuku

She’s a sub, but definitely a power bottom. She cannot sit still, and will constantly have her hands on you. Be that pulling your hair while you eat her out, gripping you thighs while she’s going down on you, scratching your back when your fingering her and grabbing your face when you kiss her. Please don’t tie her down. That would make her sad. She just needs something to hold onto.

One of her all time favorite things is riding your strap. Bonus points if you hold her hands, even more if you hold her hips and thrust into her at her same pace, she will literally ride you till she’s crying, panting, and exhausted.

She’s extremely vocal. Even when you’re gently teasing or prepping her, she will let out the most loud pornographic moans, it’s almost like she wants someone else to hear.

She would find it exciting to do risky things, like fucking while the troupe is in the other room. Your have to cover her mouth with your hand or they really will hear.

Machi

She’s a switch because she can do it all. I imagine her being a rough dom, tying you up with her nen stitches and fucking you with her fingers hard and fast. She’s so strong, and can easily manhandle you to her will. She will also choke you. When she’s a sub, I imagine her being kinda shy, she who has always had control of the situation, that control taken away. At the same time though she really loves it, it’s a nice change of place.

Humiliation/degradation with her is soooo good. Her voice is commanding and strict, her holding you down with one hand and fingering you with the other, all while whispering in your ear how slutty you are makes you cum in no time.

When she’s the sub, please praise and encourage her. I imagine her being shy and nervous, Esspecially if it’s her first time being this way. She definitely has to get used to it, learning to let go for a bit but it’s worth it in the end with how good you make her feel.

Sensory deprivation and temperature play both ways are thrilling for her. Either you, tied up and blindfolded, not knowing what she’s going to next, dripping hot wax on your body then rubbing ice over it the next, or her in that same place, she likes it all.

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Misturi

A shy sub. She doesn’t want to have any control, she just wants to feel good and for you to as well. Probably one of the less kinky people on this list, but she’s open to try anything. But I imagine her mostly enjoying simple stuff, just touching you and you touching her is enough. I feel like she also likes being tied up, nothing crazy just wrist binds, she likes the element of suprise from being restrained.

Sex with her is always soft and gentle. She doesn’t like anything rough or mean, so everything you do is filled with praise and adoration. So even when tears prick in the corners of her eyes, they are pleasure tears.

Kissing 24/7 during sex. She thinks she will die if her lips aren’t on yours at any given moment. She will literally make out with you until you’re both panting and gasping for air, but after one breath she’s going back in for more.

She is super sensitive, and cums from even the lightest touches. She secretly wants you to take advantage of this, please, make her see stars from being between her lush thighs. She just loves it when you go down on her.

Shinobu

She’s a switch but leaning dom. I get the feeling that she lacks experience, but unlike others that doesn’t make her not want to take the lead. I imagine her to be somewhat condescending in bed, with the names she calls you and how she touched you, like you’re just a dumb little girl that she can do with whatever she pleases. However, if she were to be a sub it would be for your pleasure, and she probably would be pretty quiet and shy.

Roleplay with her is big. It doesn’t matter what, she’s down for anything. Predator prey, doctor patient, criminal officer, you’ve done em all. She really gets in character and in her opinion it’s a fun addition to your already more than satisfying sex. She likes watching how you react to different things.

She’s super possessive but she won’t ever act on it in public, she won’t fight or yell, but the second your undressed her mouth is all over your neck, biting, sucking, and kissing. She will probably also have you wear her perfume and clothes, she wants to leave her mark but steadily.

She has a massive hand fetish, yours and her own, but she esspecially likes it when you choke her. No matter who is what role, she likes the pressure that is gentle enough to make her breathing slow down with no real harm, it gets her excited.

Honorable mention

Yor briar

I’m really conflicted on this one. Cuz on one hand, I imagine her being a super shy sub (exhibit A, when loid tried to kiss her) but on the other hand, she’s an assassin and super scary and intimidating so she would maintain that demeanor in bed. Overall, I think she’s just happy to do whatever you want. She doesn’t have much experience so if you’re happy so is she.

When she’s the dom, I can imagine her getting into bondage and roleplay. With enough convincing you could probably even get her to pretend she’s on a mission to apprehend you and get information out of you… a different way.

On the contrary, when you’re on top of her she’s extremely flustered and covering her face. She squirms a lot and is super sensetive to your touch, so even the smallest things get a reaction out of her. That being said, she fucking loves it when you use your strap on her, and hold her hips down.

[keichanz]

you wouldn't be able to tell in my last post post about yrm but i'm on my fou rth glass of wine im reading fanfic an d i just had the most ridiculous fucking thought ever and if my own damn brain forced me to think this bullshit then im forcing you to think about it too and yeah i iknow that didnt make sense shu t up

so who was it that detrminede that all youkai had to be lik e animal based. like. is it set in stone that all youkai have to be some sort of animal like cat a dog a lizard wolf ect ect you knlw AND then ND THEN my brin was like what if. what if htey werent animals but everyday household objects and my brain just started fucking spitting shit at me like

lamp demon. carpet demon. table demon. fucking refrideragor demon and niOW I CANNTO STOP GIGGLING HALEP

[belphies-wife]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do the brothers (+Undatables of you can) reacting to MC turning into a troll. Idk how or why. But a troll (like from the movie trolls). I just need a good laugh, thank you. Have a great day.

I apologize for disappearing :( I’ve been really busy with schoolwork lately and Ramadan. The school year will end in a little less than two months, so work should be calming soon after we finish wrapping up our current units and doing our exams <3. Ramadan is over now, so I do have a bit of extra time on my hands. Hopefully, I’ll become more active soon <3. I probably won’t be back on my regular posting schedule for a while, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Here’s a study help carrd if you’re struggling with school/schoolwork or just want to check it out. I love you guys <3. Take care of yourselves <3

Now, without further ado, I present to you:

The Demon Brother’s Reacting to MC turning into a troll

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➼ Now, you might be wondering: How and why did you end up in this situation?

➼ Well, to put it simply, you had realized that the demon brothers hadn’t watched many human world movies and were really missing out on some classics.

➼ So, it had become a habit for you to choose a movie for them to watch every Friday night.

➼ Eventually, your movie nights had turned into sleepovers in the family room.

➼ You started incorporating games and snacks.

➼ It became more of an organized event, and everyone took turns choosing the week’s game.

➼ It had been Satan’s turn, and he had made multiple batches of a potion that would cause the first that thought popped into your head two minutes after the potion’s ingestion to come to life.

➼ Well, not come to life. Basically, something would happen to you that had to do with that thought that popped into your head.

➼ The challenge was to keep your mind completely blank for two whole minutes.

➼ And it just to happened the movie you had picked was Trolls.

➼ So, as you can imagine, you drank the potion and attempted to keep your mind blank. You managed to get through about thirty seconds before thinking of the movie you had just watched.

➼ Poof, you were a troll.

➼ Your troll form still resembled you. Your skin tone remained the same, and your hair colour and texture hadn’t changed, other than the fact that it stood straight up.

Lucifer

➼ Humans were fragile enough as is, but now you were tiny?

➼ Do you know how close this man was to strangling Satan? How long until it wears off, anyway?

➼ Once he managed to calm down, he realizes how silly the situation is.

➼ He carried you around in his breast pocket and kept you on his desk while he worked, letting you entertain yourself by watching Devilflix on his D.D.D. If you got hungry, he would sleep you a small cookie and allow you to have a few sips of his tea.

➼ Honestly, he’s probably the most mature about it. He does occasionally tease you for your tiny size, though. And how ridiculous your hair looks.

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Mammon

➼ He probably panicked the most out of everyone.

➼ He was full-on yelling at Satan to change you back or figure something out.

➼ When he eventually calmed down and insisted on picking you up.

➼ He refused to let you down on the ground because he was afraid that someone would step on you.

➼ He let you sit on his shoulder and took you wherever you needed to go.

➼ Unfortunately, he tended to forget that you were there and that he had to be careful with you. Otherwise, you might fall off.

➼ He caught you every time you did fall, though, and then apologized a couple hundred times. You’re not getting hurt under his watch.

➼ He tried to cook tiny, you-sized food, but it didn’t turn out well, so he just gave you some of his food and attempted to hide his disappointment.

➼ He found a small box and put towels and tiny pillows in there so that you could sleep comfortably.

➼ Of course, he put the box in his room, so if you needed anything, he’d be right there for you.

➼ The absolute relief he felt when you turned back

➼ It took a lot of convincing to get him to let you play the game again.

➼ Protective Mammon™

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Leviathan

➼ If Mammon panicked most, then Levi was in second place.

➼ He wouldn’t let anyone else touch you or pick you up. He’d get jealous if someone so much as looked at you.

➼ “This is just like this one anime I watched called ‘My Best Friend Shrunk and Now I Have to Take Care of Them Until They Turn Back to Normal!’”

➼ He just kind of kept you in his room while he played games. He let you play on his DS when you got bored of watching him.

➼ He got you whatever you asked for and make sure you’re comfy the whole time too

➼ He even shared his special Ruri-Chan snacks with you because he cares about you that much <3

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Satan

➼ He thought it was  h i l a r i o u s.

➼ He probably knew how to reverse your situation, but thought it was too funny, so he decided not to tell you until it wore off.

➼ Ohohoho the  s m a c c  that he got-

➼ But seriously, if your troll issue was genuinely bothering or upsetting you, he would have turned you back in a heartbeat.

➼ He also made fun of your hair.

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Asmodeus

➼ Oh, this man gets you so many tiny clothes.

➼ Where did he even get them from? No idea. What store even sells clothes in troll sizes?

➼ Anyways, you were probably the most fashionably dressed troll in the Devildom. You were also the only troll in the Devildom.

➼ He absolutely adored your hair.

➼ Also, somehow got his hands on miniature hair accessories?

➼ Seriously, where is he getting this stuff from? And on such short notice?

➼ He takes a million pictures of you and posts them. You go viral on Devilgram.

➼ When you change back, you just have all these tiny clothes and accessories and have no idea what to do with them.

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Beelzebub

➼ He was pretty worried about you.

➼ How couldn’t he be? You were so tiny! What if someone squished you? He would never forgive himself if you got hurt, even if he didn’t have anything to do with it.

➼ He was terrified of holding you at first because he was scared of doing something wrong and dropping you or crushing you as a result.

➼ You had to assure him a million times that you trusted him and that you were sure that he would never harm you.

➼ Even then, he was so careful with you that you’d think you were made of thin ice.

➼ Like Mammon, Beel also refused to let you out of his sight and panicked when he lost track of you.

➼ He thought you were adorable while you were little, though.

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Belphegor

➼ Does not give a crap™ 

➼ Seriously. He was asleep when it happened and had to have everything explained to him when he woke up.

➼ He also thought it was hilarious and used it as an opportunity to bother you.

➼ “Holy crap, your hair looks like a skinny pyramid.”

➼ He gave you rainbow food and played overly-cheery music, along with the Trolls soundtrack, just to bother you.

➼ He played “Can’t Stop the Feeling” so much that Lucifer threatened to hang him from the ceiling multiple times.

➼ The fact that he was bothering Lucifer just egged him on.

➼ The entire House of Lamentation had that song memorized by the time you turned back.

➼ He probably also made you a little bed because even though he’s a piece of crap, he really loves you and wants you to be comfortable.

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Thank you so much for reading! <3

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[rimalovegood]

Pokemon AU: The Seven Brothers as Pokemon trainers

A few years ago I made a similar set of headcanon’s for the MysMe characters and what kind of team they’d had if they were pokemon trainer and to this day it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written so I decided to do something similar for the Obey Me! characters.

(Since Tumblr hates links I’ll later reblog this with the source I used for the trainer ID’s but the Deviantart user is on each picture anyways)

Elite four member Lucifer wants to fight…

-The last and most powerful member of the Elite four, if you want to challenge Diavolo you have to very literally go through him and he has a team to be feared.

-Hydreigon and Houndoom are loosely based on Cerberus so I think they fit him very well, also they are known to be very aggressive when defied, just like Lucifer.

-Oricorio was a gift from Diavolo, he was really exicited about the idea of having matching pokemon with Lucifer and Barbatos and he chose the sensu form because it’s elegancy reminded him of Lucifer.

-Speaking of elegancy Persian and Tsareena are elegant royalty-like pokemon that give a prideful aura which fits Lucifer pretty well.

-Salamence it’s a little more difficult to explain. For this headcanon I asked friends that are pokemon fans but know nothing about otomes which pokemon reminded them of the deathly sins and the answer for pride was Salamence… at first I didn’t see it but the earlier stages of Salamence’s only wish it’s flying so on their final stage when it finally can fly there are proud of their wings. Also I can see Lucifer Salamence as reminder of his grief, a pokemon who left the ground and went into the sky for the angel that fell from there.

Elite four member Mammon wants to fight…

-he thinks being an Elite Four member is too much work but is also very proud of being one of the top trainers of the Devildom... just a little salty about being the first member thought; he knows he cannot beat Lucifer or Barbatos but surely he can beat Simeon, can’t he? (no, he can’t)

-His ace, Crobat is based a lot on how he is defined as a character. Zubat is a pokemon that’s usually looked down on and is often associated with evil teams but how does it evolves to Crobat and becomes it’s most powerful self? Throught friendship…and idk that reminds me a lot of Mammon.

-Sableye and Meowth are based on his sin. Sableye is known for tealing jewel (a very good companion for the avatar of greed) and Meowth is supposed to attract money.

-We all know this guy is a gambler and nobody can beat him at gambling, well, what’s the biggest prize you can get on pokemon casino on the older games? Yes, Porygon.

-Slowbro ended up on his team somewhat by accident, Mammon heard slowpoke tails were considered a delicatessen and not only that they grew back afterwards so he saw having one as a good investment….the problem was that just after he caught his slowpoke a Shellder attacked them and bit Slowpoke’s tail making it evolve into Slowbro.

-Scrafty has a similar aesthetic and it’s quick to get into fights, I figured out it would go well with Mammon.

Gym Leader Leviathan wants to fight…

-The water type gym leader, he is famous for the complex riddles every challenger must answer before even getting the chance to fight him.

-Has an old rivalry with Mammon and low key believes he should be on the elite four on his place

- As you might have guessed Seviper and Goldeen are inspired on Henry 1.0 and 2.0; he loves all his team but these two are the ones he had had for the longest and his favorites.

-Toxapex is basically Levi in pokemon form, a water/poison pokemon that when threatened hides on their shell and sends poison around, much like how Levi hides from the world on his room and acts all tsundere.

-For Levi raising one of the weakest pokemon into Gyarados was like farming on one of his MMORPGs and as he would do on one of those he completely outdid himself to the point it became his most powerful pokemon and the one every trainer fears whenever they enter his gym.

- Both Skrelp and Tentacruel are poison and water types and fit his character aesthetic pretty well (If you guessed the other reason why I chose Tentacruel you are reading too much Levi fancfiction….And I’m too)

Gym Leader Satan wants to fight…

-The leader of the Psychic type gym. His gym is themed around an escape room and only the ones who can solve the mystery can challenge the leader.

-Before becoming a gym leader he traveled through a lot of regions learning all he could about pokemon so his team includes species he caught on a bunch of different places.

-the psychic type is often associated with intelligence and knowledge so I think it fits him well.

-There is no much to say about Galarian rapidash, it’s a psychic unicorn. He had to have one.

-Alakazam is known to be more intelligent than humans, a fitting partner for someone who believes knowledge is power

-Grumpig and Darmanitan are inspired on his sin. Grumpig has very powerful psychic power that he unleash upon angered and Darmanitan is a very calm pokemon when he is on zen mode but unleash all his wrath when it goes into blaze mode.

-Satan it’s not only book smart, he is also an adventurer so of course he’d feel attracted to the mysterious Sigilyph  usually found on ancient ruins and inspired on the Nazca lines.

-the last member of the team was a little more difficult to pick. Gallade is basically a white knight which is a weird thing to call a demon but if there is one that can act as one that’s Satan

Gym Leader Asmodeus wants to fight…

-Fairy type gym leader, he is also part time a contest trainer and he is really good at it.

-of course he only surrounds himself by pokemon as beautiful as himself.

-Asmo’s personality is based on the duality between his sweet and beautiful exterior and his darker side he keeps well hidden. Most of his pokemon show this but particularly Mimikyu, a pokemon that in its desire to be loved takes the appearance of the famous Pikachu.

-Hatterene just like Asmo has power over people’s feelings and on it’s design it reminds me so much of Asmo I had to make it his ace.

-Aromatisse is a pokemon based on perfume, cancan dancers and plague doctors. It likes being the center of attention as much as Asmo, so they’d get along well

-Shiinotic, Mawile and Gliscor represent his most dangerous side, not for nothing his animal is an scorpion. Both Shiinotic and Mawile are pokemon that are beautiful to look at but if you get too close you’d get either poisoned or biten…and well, Gligar is a literal scorpion (Sorry, the plot doesn’t give us much to work wih on this side, Asmo’s content tent to focus on his more “look I’m beautiful” side)

Gym Leader Beelzebub wants to fight…

-Normal type gym leader

-His team just like him looks bulky but they are a bunch of sweethearts.

-Tauros was inspired on his horns and the way he barrels like a bull when angered

-I know Greedent literally had greed on the name but it represents his gluttony as Greedent is known for hoarding and eating all food available.

-Munchlax had a similar reason behind, they eat a lot but are also very active. Much like Beel.

-Beel caught a little Teddyursa when younger because he thought it was cute and he loved seeing the little bear napping along Belphie. As they trained and grew stronger Teddyursa evolved on his most powerful pokemon, Ursaring.

-Miltank was a gift from Belphie, the younger twin figured Beel would enjoy having a limitless fountain of food with him.

-Cutiefly, I know this one doesn’t like it belongs on the team but it’s a cutie and a fly so I have to give one to Beel.

Gym Leader Belphegor wants to fight…

-Dark type gym leader (you all know why)

-Komala lives all its life asleep hugging a log like it’s a pillow, if that doesn’t scream Belphie I don’t know what.

-Musharna is a pokemon that’s said to bring good dreams, the same way Belphie got Miltank for Beel, Beel caught Musharna to take care of Belphie.

-Zoroark and Liepard are known for being tricksters and liars, much like Belphie enjoys pranking Lucifer and on the beginning hides his true nature from the MC. Inkay was chosen for a very similar reason he is a cute squid but has the potential to turn into the very dangerous Malamar.

-I’m going to get angsty and spoiler-ry on this one so consider yourself warned. Absol is believed to attract disaster and misery just like Belphie blames himself for what happened to Lilith and avoids peolple because of his guilt to the point he ends up causing real misery when he killed MC.

The undatebles coming soon...

[teddystrap]

Drama CD: [幽幻ロマンチカ・有頂天] ~Baku: Utashiro~

I didn’t sleep well last night, a mosquito was using me as a blood bag >;(... So thanks to that I was wide awake and had time to listen to another drama CD.

Character #2 in the Yuugen Romantica series, Utashiro (cv. Kimura Ryouhei), is a baku: a mythical creature that survives by eating dreams and helps people get rid of their nightmares that way. It’s too bad he doesn’t eat unwanted insects in my room as well.

‘Sorry dude that’s not part of my regular diet.’

Anyway, going back to Nanagiri High School. This time there is a rumour about the only stairway that leads to Heaven the rooftop. Usually there are only 12 steps, but if you get to the 13th step, that means that you are on your way down into Utashiro’s nightmare territory...

After you try (unsuccessfully ofc) to escape, Utashiro takes possession of your body and makes you solve some hard maths problem in 5 seconds, threatening to eat you if you fail. Thankfully he stops possessing you, and you grab a mop nearby to defend yourself. With the mop handle you push him into a row of lockers, and he is forced to end the nightmare to prevent them from falling on him - which allows you to escape.

Gotta admit that’s pretty badass for an otome heroine. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ“ﾌｧｲﾃｨﾝｸﾞ!!

The next day he seeks you out disguised as a human boy so you don’t recognise him. He’s been looking everywhere for you for revenge for your counterattack yesterday. He throws you back into the nightmare high school world but you still don’t recognise him Orz. So he changes back into his demon form. And this time he got rid of the cleaning equipment so you can’t attack him lolol.

Instead, he has prepared a bed, where he lulls you to sleep. He plans to frighten you with monsters hiding under the bed, but... his brilliant plan backfires because you fall asleep sooo soundly that even demons screaming in Hell can’t wake you up. XD

Turns out you have been sleep-deprived lately because of a mosquito recurring nightmares. In fact that’s why you went to the stairwell in the first place - to investigate if it is related to the Seven Supernatural Wonders of the School. After some further failed attempts to intimidate you, Utashiro finally gives up and gently rocks you to sleep, swearing that he will get you next time. Lmao.

Next day you go and thank him for helping you sleep and he is still feeling salty. After school you stay to prepare for the bunka-sai (cultural festival) exhibition, and he tags along. You class is planning to make a haunted house, and he warns you that it might attract unwanted spirits,... but you cheerfully invite him to come and visit too ^_~.

Utashiro tells you that the state of the Seven Supernaturals has been changing due to the fickleness of humans. E.g., the Youkai with the Flowers in the Toilets [*voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru... I haven’t listened to his discs but I have a hard time taking this character seriously...] has disappeared, and he himself has emerged (since the original series). There is also a strange rumour going round that the nightmare on the 13th step is killing people in their sleep, and he’s offended that people think he’s that kind of demon.

You stupidly agree with him. To show you that he’s not all nice, he possesses you and touches and kisses you, knowing that you can’t fight back/react since you are in public and he is in invisible mode. So you run off to hide in a dark corner, secretly hoping that he will rip your clothes off and have his way with you. (ฅωฅ`)ﾃﾚﾙｰ♥

But alas Rejet is trying to keep it safe for the kids here so nothing happened calm your tits woman!! He ends up walking you home and carrying your bag for you (how sweet is this guy seriously). As he’s leaving he senses a... supernatural energy from you. So at night he sneaks into your house and, sure enough, you are having night terrors.

He consumes your nightmare, and is about to leave when you wake up. To hide his identity, he changes into his chibi-baku form. But you know it’s him anyway. You are scared to be left alone, so he becomes your reluctant dakimakura ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ). As he watches your sleeping face, he realises how he used to live for people’s happiness, before he became this yakuza demon from the ‘hood who terrorises people for fun.

Ok yeah Utashiro is that Moomin-looking thing from the Hifumi picture.

One day you bring him lunch on the rooftop as a token of your gratitude, but he seems to be having... indigestion pains from eating your nightmares every night. #youkaiproblems. He tells you that he used to do this for people regularly and they would come and visit him, but now times have changed and they don’t need him anymore, and all his friends are dead, but for some reason he’s still alive. He has remained in Nanagiri High School because of rumours that there might be another fellow baku lurking around.

At night you tell him not to eat anymore. He wants to insist, but his body is almost at its limit. He tells you there’s another way to end your nightmares - which is to confront the demon behind them directly. To protect you, he enters your dream along with you.

The demon uses the same haunted school grounds as his backdrop. However, there is an abandoned dried-up well in the courtyard which doesn’t exist in reality. As you approach, a baku emerges from the well and tries to kill you both despite your goodwill.

Turns out this thing is a youkai-kuzure, the remnant form of a demon that has been neglected, but still maintains a strong will to survive and holds a lot of resentment towards humans. Utashiro thinks he will end up the same way and sinks into a bout of “look kids, this is me in 20 years’ time” nihilism.

He begs you to run away but you refuse. You want to let the youkai-kuzure baku use your body and regain its energy so that Utashiro can restore his faith in humanity. In the end Utashiro ends up possessing you, and diplomatically talks the youkai-kuzure into exorcising itself. Basically what he says can be summarised as follows:

‘You are not alone. Me and this human girl are here for you... Now fuck off R.I.P.’

And so fuck off R.I.P. it did.

Then both of you wake up from your nightmare. Utashiro is about to leave but you stop him. So then he asks you if he can stay with you forever, because he has nowhere to go now anyway, and he doesn’t want to become that troll that lives under the bridge and throws rocks at people’s shins and glances at porno magazines through the konbini window.

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[Thoughts] Very important update: The mosquito that was biting me is now dead now, too. And I killed it by force instead of using diplomatic exorcism.

This disc was really entertaining, I actually laughed out loud several times throughout. Kimura Ryouhei has a way of drawing out your emotions, idk, I mean most otome games/dramas are meant to do that, but his voice is just more... vivid to me in some way, I guess.

Utashiro is a totally adorable character. The way how he acts all tough and threatening but immediately panics and surrenders when the heroine is upset. Kimura-sensei calls him a ‘cute clumsy tsudere’ and thinks that he could be a good sleeping aid/pillow for people who... need that I guess.

[Reminds me of Tsuda Kenjirou’s commentary on Yomei Kareshi (a series where your guy has a terminal illness), where he’s wondering if we actually listen to it before we go to sleep. YES TSUDA-SENSEI WE DO I use drama CDs to help me sleep. With Vol.1 I was new to the series and cried buckets when the boyfriend was dying, but by Vol.7 I had got used to it and was already numb to all the tragedy. Yeah sorry.]

Actually I really enjoy listening to the Free Talks because they give you a glimpse into the cast’s personalities. I got the feeling that Kimura-sensei doesn’t really think through his replies and just blurts things out, and the spontaneity gave me a kind of a Mukami Kou vibe (in a good way though, I don’t think/hope he has Kou’s split personality lolol). I also get the feeling that he and Tsuda-sensei have similar temperaments and would get along great...

But anyway, back to the main story. Utashiro is really pretty tsun and he didn’t reveal very much romantic feelings until the very end, where it felt almost like he suddenly went from zero to sixty. It’s really different from Hifumi’s original story, which had romantic moments steadily throughout, like the date and the star-making/gazing event at night. But I think Kimura-sensei makes up for it with his very 色気のある voice.

I also liked the heroine’s personality better in this one. Hope she keeps up the epic-level KYness in the later stories.

...Aaaand now I really need to go get some sleep.@_@

[kae-karo]

demon hc: phil just chuckling fondly at dan thirsting over chan, while chan searches the bus and they’re both stood outside in pyjamas on the canadian border. idk, it’s just the kinda fond, secure bde that phil exudes these days

hi so uh this was inspiring so have a ficlet i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (read on ao3)

It’s far too early to have to deal with border control. Or is it that it’s too late? Phil can’t quite decide, but he hasn’t slept well in the past two hours and the last thing he really wants to do right now is stumble off the bus into the night air and wait for some random person to poke around his temporary living space and invade his privacy.

Alright, he’s not really that bothered, he just wants something easy to complain about, but the weather’s actually quite nice and he’s standing with his shoulder pressed against Dan’s as they wait for the next available agent so he can’t very well be bothered to complain about either of those things.

“I hope this doesn’t take too long,” Phil says, his voice raspy the way it tends to get after a show, after a bit of sleep. Dan’s wrapped up in a tour hoodie, arms folded across his chest and hair mussed up on top of his head. He’d slept just fine, although he’s far grumpier about being woken up than Phil is.

“Yeah, it’d better fricken not,” Dan shoots back, lips pursed in an almost-frown. The dimple in his cheek tempts Phil to poke it, but he’s tired - a deep, weary, bone-tired that saps his energy - so he discards the idea in favor of leaning a bit more into Dan’s shoulder.

They stand there for another minute or two, long enough that Dan’s started up some dramatic sighing - Phil knows he isn’t usually this impatient, but lack of sleep and an unrelenting schedule of shows has taken its toll on them both. Phil nudges Dan with an elbow when someone across the way looks to be walking toward them and the bus.

As the agent gets closer, Phil feels Dan tense beside him, but he keeps his eyes on the man approaching so as not to seem rude. Dan’s probably got that covered enough for them both; Phil’s imagining his grumpy half-frown, scrunched eyebrows, the silent ‘get on with it’ probably scrawled across his features.

“Alright,” the man says, offering far too bright a smile for two in the morning. Phil makes an attempt to return it, though his cheeks sort of hurt from grinning all day at both Seattle shows. His face needs a break. “My name’s Chan, and I’ll be checking over your bus.” Chan glances around briefly, meeting each of the gazes of Dan and Phil and the crew. 

“Now,” his tone stays light but there’s an edge of seriousness that hadn’t been there before - it’s almost conspiratorial, the way he leans in closer, the dark brown of his eyes visible in the harsh yellowish lighting as he quirks his brows up. “If you have any drugs, any tasers, any firearms, I’m not gonna be upset, but it’d be best if you told me now,” he lets his gaze sweep over the crew again, and Phil takes a brief glance to Dan at his side.

He’s expecting a poorly concealed snort of laughter, or maybe an impatient eye roll, but Dan’s got his lips curled in the slightest smile; his eyes track Chan, wide almost to the point of exaggeration, and Phil knows the coloring of his cheeks enough to tell Dan’s blushing. Blushing.

Phil tries to keep his expression neutral, barely processing the chorus of negatives to Chan’s suggestion as he follows Dan’s unwavering staring, but he can feel a smirk pushing its way up to his face - to be fair, Chan’s a conventionally attractive guy, probably not far off from their ages with a crop of dark hair sweeping across his forehead. It’s not quite Phil’s old fringe, more the casual interpretation of it, but it frames his eyes and face nicely. So he’s cute, sure, but not really Phil’s type. Granted, he’s never been infatuated with his own appearance, Dan’s always been the one to fawn over Phil’s features, to comb his fingers through Phil’s hair, to stare so intently into his eyes that he’d start to wonder if he ought not to blink, just to give Dan a moment more of whatever it was he was so enamored with.

“Phil,” Dan hisses once Chan’s disappeared onto the bus. Phil feels an elbow in his ribs, jolting him from his sleepy thoughts of late nights in low lighting with Dan’s face less than an inch from his on their pillow. “Doesn’t Chan look just like Tadashi from Big Hero Six?” Dan turns, now, to properly face Phil. He looks awake, like he hasn’t only just stumbled out of his bunk and into the middle of the night to await border patrol declaring them safe to enter the country.

“Yeah, I guess?” Phil answers, though he can’t quite remember exactly what the guy looked like now. Although he supposes he looked like Tadashi? It’s late, he’s tired. 

“No, Phil,” Dan shakes his head, glances back at the bus. If Phil squints, he’s pretty sure he can see Tada- Chan, he can see Chan through the windows. Or maybe it’s his sleepy brain seeing things. Dan turns back. “He looks just like him, the big brown eyes, the black hair, just-” Dan makes a motion with his hand up by his forehead, something Phil assumes is meant to describe the hair in question. “I mean, live-action Big Hero Six right there.” When Phil’s pursed lips and shrug fail to satisfy Dan, he exhales an irritated breath and turns back to the bus.

He stares a while longer, and Phil stares at him, watching the way Dan’s eyes flick across the windows of the bus, watching the gears whir around in his head and make his lips purse, his cheeks flush deeper, his eyes widen just a little. Phil smirks.

“Keep it in your pants, Howell,” Phil laughs through the words, then clamps a hand over his mouth when the sound threatens to draw too much attention from the few nearby border-crossers and the agents assisting them; Dan’s mouth drops open, cheeks turning a strange orange color as the yellowish lighting mixes with the deepening red flush on his cheeks.

“I’m not- I do not, I mean- he’s-” Dan sputters for a moment, doing his best to look offended but only succeeding in looking more flustered. Phil bites his lip against a giggle, which only serves to make Dan huff out an exasperated breath and tuck his arms under his elbows in a pout.

Until Chan reemerges from the bus and makes his way back over to the group; Dan’s posture relaxes immediately, looking every bit as casual as he’s clearly trying to be, though Phil knows it’s forced. Dan’s expression softens as well, and it reminds Phil of the way Dan used to look at him way back when - the way he still does, when he’s feeling particularly fond for whatever reason. Phil ducks his head, hoping to hide the way his lips have started to curl in an extremely inappropriately-timed grin.

“Wow, well, that’s about the cleanest band bus I think I’ve ever seen.” Chan comments, brows lifted high on his forehead. He’s smiling a bit, but Dan lets out a burst of laughter that Chan’s statement most definitely didn’t warrant; even Phil’s a little surprised at Dan’s outburst. 

“Uh, thanks, yeah, we try to, uh, keep it- we take care of stuff,” Dan says, and Phil feels like he’s been dragged back to that train station in 2009 with the way Dan’s voice goes a bit high pitched, the way he can’t seem to land on what to actually say. Five years ago, or maybe two, or even just last year, Phil might’ve felt that twinge of jealousy, that irrational fear that Dan might find someone else, someone better. 

Now, his only real fear is that Chan will think Phil’s giggling at him instead of at Phil’s hilariously smitten boyfriend, the one who’s finally clamped his mouth shut instead of trying to stumble through some other equally embarrassing attempt at talking. 

A moment of awkward silence settles around them, one Phil’s not very keen on allowing to continue, though he isn’t sure what he could say to get them out of there any faster. 

“Right, well, everything looks clear. You’re good to go, have a great time in Canada!” Chan offers, evidently falling back into his professional role to avoid acknowledging Dan’s comment. Phil doesn’t blame the poor man, Dan can be a lot to handle. He knows from experience.

“Thanks!” Phil offers, mostly just to try to get them all moving on before Dan can-

“Thank you, Chan,” Dan enthuses, a shy smile on his lips as he steps forward and pulls a hand out from under his arm. “So, uh, my name’s Dan, by the way,” he sticks out his hand, and Phil has to cough into the sleeve of his jumper to hide the giggle that sneaks up his throat. 

“Sorry, bit of a cold,” he offers at the frown and scrunched brows Chan throws in his direction. Chan, for his part, just turns back to take Dan’s hand and give it a shake.

“Great to meet you, Dan,” he says, exceptionally polite, before giving him and the rest of the group a final smile and heading back toward the border patrol office. 

Phil leaves Dan alone until they’re back on the bus; once Dan’s settled onto the sofa, Phil plops down beside him with a huff of breath and nudges his side until he turns. He flashes a bright grin at Dan’s still-pink cheeks.

“Hi, so, my name is...Dan.”

[itshaejinju]

In Her Sister’s Shadow | Fairy Tail Fan Fic | Chapter 1

SO @stunninglyignis here is that fic I was talking about the other day (or last night or super early this morning? IDK my brain is MUSH today. I blame Gladio pillows.) This can provide a bit of a distraction for you. I realized that I did not post the more smutty version on DA more of the pg13 one so the full smut one is somewhere in the unknown. 

So enjoy lovely!!! Also a little picture of her basic looks can be found here: Dez 

"When did you return to town?" A smooth voice called out from over the babbling sound of the river. Turning my head thick strands of scarlet red hair getting into my large brown eyes, the man that looked at me gave me a comely smile. "Why are you sitting there? You could get wet. . ." He said eying the water as if it was some sort of demon. "The rock is dry Loke - come out here there is enough room for two." I called out to him knowing he wouldn't, giving him a teasing smirk. "Hah, right sweetie like that will happen. So when did you arrive back? Can we talk at your place I have something important to tell you." He said shaking his head a little. "Okay, fine Loke. Be a good cat." I said standing up revealing my full-height my lean figure tanned from my long stay from home. The tall lean ladies' man stared blankly noticing that my attire was a bit different than what it was the last time he saw me. Though to be fair it was a year ago and the place I had been working a job in was always sunny and balmy needing not much for clothes, specially if you wanted to stay cool and comfortable. Wearing a pair of short cut off shorts that revealed the pockets some, a tank top that stopped right above the belly button showing off the Fairy Tail tattoo and its bright yellow color. A layer of shell necklaces clacked against my chest as I hopped down into the shallow water splashing it around a bit the long waist length red hair getting wet at I walked across the path. "Well. . .Dezerea you look - good." Loke said sounding stiff and unsure of himself right now - this was a really good friend of his they've been tight friends since he's joined Fairy Tail. "Thanks Loke, though coming from you it's sort of lame." "Yeah - yeah I know we are not each others type." He said rolling his eyes, it was something that had been set firm in stone since the start that they could never date it wouldn't work. It didn't help that Dezerea knew Loke's secret that he was actually a Celestial Spirit that of Leo of the Lion Constellation. Hence why she called him cat only when they are alone though, she knew from the first day she met him said he smelled different than the others and she's not even a Celestial Wizard and she knew it. Though Dez was smart just like her sister. He watched as she ran slim fingers through her long red hair spraying droplets of water around as she did making small little rainbows around her as she did. She is so pretty, even the smallest move of hers is graceful. "Do you know if Mirajane actually took care of my place while I was gone Loke?" She asked looking up at me those chocolate colored eyes staring at me looking so warm. "Oh I dunno it's been a busy year. .  ." He said offhandedly, pushing the glasses firmly up his narrow nose. "So what happened?" I asked as we walked up the hill heading to my small flat. Once in my apartment Loke spent a full hour explaining about what had happened in the past year of Fairy Tail. Our new recruit of Lucy Heartfilia, the attack from Phantom Lord and his Elemental Four. Shaking my head I looked at him from over my cup of tea, he looked worn out as if he was at the end of his strings. "Loke can I have your key?" I asked can't recall how many times I've asked this question it was surely over the hundred mark that's for sure. "You know I can't do that Dezzy. I can't go back and that's final plus you can't access that power. . ." "I can mimic magics better than ever now, Loke. I learned a lot while I was on Helios they for a village full of Okami and Kitsune's know a lot about magic." I said leaning over the table staring him right in the eyes. "I can't do it I must pay for my sin. I am to die soon, my power is waning I'm starting to fade in and out it's quite rough on the body I must say." Loke said with a smirk finishing the last of the tea. "Loke let me try." I begged. "No, sweetheart it's just not working sorry." He said trying to sound suave tossing in a playful pet-name. "So you are just going to leave me like this?" I said pouring more tea for myself, keeping my eyes on the liquid not daring to match his eyes. "You are making it sound like you didn't know that I am running on borrowed time. I don't want to leave you or Fairy Tail but it is time for me to go." "I bet all of your fan girls will be upset." I said with a bitter tone, almost as bitter as the tea. "I told them that I am breaking up with them. I don't want to leave them hanging thinking I will return when there is no way for me to come back." He said softly a self-deprecating smile on his handsome face. "Loke can I at least see it?" "And fall for that lame trick? No, Dezerea I will not let you have my key, I am glad that I found you though I didn't think I would see you again and I was a bit afraid of not getting to say goodbye to you. You are the only one around that knows my secret my true self so I sort of consider you my best friend. Though I wish it could have been more." He said reaching a hand out placing it out on top of mine. I moved my hand away quickly, red blush dusting my slightly tanned cheeks I didn't like that feeling. Getting to my feet I walked away from him, why wouldn't he let me try and help him? Going to the window looking out down the hill through the small forest stood the town that I had been away from for a whole year a lot had changed in that time. Surely nobody missed me I could walk into the guild hall and probably Mirajane will say hello and that will be about it. I'll walk up the second floor to the S-Class Mage floor to look for a new job Laxus will stare at me wondering who I am. He might asked who is the chick showing off a lot of skin. But if anyone does actually say anything they will say her name and not mine. "Can I asked a favor of you?" Loke asked placing a large hand on my shoulder grasping it tightly, placing the other hand on my waist his fingertips grazing over the bare skin. "What, cat?" I asked looking into his eyes catching a bit of my reflection in the lenses of the glasses. "Can I have a kiss? Just one, small peck." He asked in a soft gentle voice it was laced with a begging tone. "A kiss?" I questioned feeling thrown off - he has never asked for anything like that before from me. "You didn't get enough from your girls on your goodbye tour?" "I want one from you Dez." "I bet it's just for the same reason all the other guys who have kissed me." I said bitterly flashing a angry look. "Huh?" "Oh so that's how it would be to kiss her." I repeated what I've heard so many time in my life in a mocking tone pushing away from him. "Dezerea I want a kiss from you not her - she scares me." He said mentioning my sister. "Yes because I'm the non-threatening version of her that is approachable, the desperate one that wants someone to see her as her, so she'll take whatever she gets." I said my voice raising in tempo with my heart that was starting to beat like mad. "No, I want the kiss from Dezerea Scarlet not Erza Scarlet." "Because EVERYTHING is about Erza!" I shouted angrily my anger towards my twin sister rising in my chest and pushing through my lips. "The great and wonderful Erza the beautiful, strong, talented Erza." "No this is about the brilliant, tantalizing, powerful Dezerea." He countered cornering me towering over me hands on my shoulders holding me in place his body pressed against mine. "No. . ." I sobbed feeling scared now. "Yes. I'm going to kiss you whether or not you want it Dez, so close your eyes." He said in a growl, it sent a shiver down my spine as he looked at me with those bright eyes. Instinctively I closed my eyes at that request even though I didn't want to - or did I? I felt a pair of soft lips press against mine, gently nipping at my own, his hand snaked around my waist holding me against him firmly as the other hand pressed on the back of my head. I let out a soft moan, just barely audible but even being in the Human World for three years now the Celestial Spirit still had excellent hearing. Grinning Loke leaned in again for another kiss teeth biting on my lower lip a little tugging a little as he weaved his fingers in my red hair. I pushed him back some I shook my head negatively but he ignored me as his lips darted to my now exposed neck. Sucking on my neck leaving a bright mark on the skin letting out a satisfied growl Loke rested his forehead against mine. "I wish I had enough energy left in me, to give you a proper farewell." Loke said softly hot breath tickling my ear as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. "Yes, it's way too late for anything between us, so stop this torture Loke please." I said softly pain in my voice, why was he doing this to me? "I know I was weak. . .I couldn't care for you in the manner you deserve so I tortured the both of us for so long. I'm not even strong enough now to take care of you like I want to. I feel so faded." He said softly wrapping his arms around me tightly holding me against him. "Don't say those disgusting words." I said as a pit of fear opened up in my stomach was he going to say something drastically stupid? "I wouldn't dream of saying it out loud to you sweetheart. I will treasure this moment for the rest of my short life." "It could been longer just give me your key." I said stubbornly. He kissed me again this time it was full of passion, he was showing me how he felt acting out those words instead of saying them. Why did this feel like a knife stabbing in my heart? Pushing him away I shoved him back rushing out of my flat I left his presence I couldn't take it anymore. Why did I return to Magnolia? I was happy in Helios - no one knew of me no one knew of the Great Erza I was my own person there. Running down the hill I made my way through the town heading to the Guild Hall of Fairy Tail, it was still in the middle of being fixed but it was decently functional by the exterior. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest over the thoughts of Loke and all that he had just told me. Opening the door to Fairy Tail I looked around it was loosely full of people in various stages of self-repair from the recent battle with Phantom Lord and building this place from scratch. There she stood looking tall, bold, brave, serene, beautiful - my sister. Erza Scarlet the Re-Quip Mage S-Class Mage of Fairy Tail Guild. She was at the job offer board she was looking over at the sheet standing next to Gray and Natsu. There was a slender blonde holding Happy the small blue Exceed patting his head as he munched on a fish. She must be Lucy the new Celestial Mage the reason Phantom Lord showed up to Fairy Tail. Walking over to Erza I stared at her for a while before she noticed I was there, the whole guild hall was silent not even Cana was guzzling down alcohol. "I see you still live." I said simply as she locked her chocolate brown eyes at me. Then I walked past her to the Master, I think Erza and I are the only one that calls him that other than that he's called Gramps. Makarov Dreyar is our Guild Master and is highly respected amongst other guild masters. He saved my life a long time ago I owe him a lot, that's why I came back for him. I still owe him once I pay him back I will move to Helios and live amongst the Okami and Kitsune. Bowing down lowly to Master Makarov I pulled out a bag full of Jewel that I earned from the mission that I had just finished. "Master Makarov I return from Helios - here is my payment." I said placing the money to his left. "Welcome back child. The sun land was good to you." He said cracking a smile. "Yes, Helios only saw one day of rain during my mission I think it lasted about ten minutes Master." "I need to speak with you." I heard my sister call out from beside me, her voice sounding strangled. "I think it best you speak with your sister Dezerea it's been a long year." Master Makarov said as I took a step away from Erza. "Who is that? She looks just like Erza she even has that same strong feeling, well not as threatening." I heard the blonde say softly to Happy. "That is Erza's twin sister Dezerea - aye. Dezerea is a S-Class mage just like her." "She does Re-Quip just like her then since she's her twin?" Lucy asked feeding Happy another fish. "No - she's a specialist, sorta." Happy said shrugging his small shoulders. "Huh?" "What Happy is saying is that Dezerea knows a lot of magic she is what they call a Jack of All Trades." Gray said looking over at Dezerea then to Erza. "That's not a Specialist technique Happy - that's just a lump of stuff." She said with disdain in her voice. "Don't listen to them." Erza said noticing the look in my eyes, knowing that I was getting upset with the remarks. "They don't understand." "And you do? Oh wait you have to because you are my twin you automatically know everything about me." I hissed walking briskly out of the Guild Hall. "Dezzy please - there is a new pastry shop that opened down the road a few months ago they have really good cake." She said giving me a smile placing a hand on my arm. "Be glad that I haven't had any cake in a year. . ." I said sourly following her to the shop. We sat in a small corner of the small shop she ordered strawberry cake while I ordered raspberry. The two of us sat in silence eating the cake, forks not touching the plate not a sound being made as we ate. Slowly my twin started to tell me what had happened in the past year, I didn't bother to tell I already heard from Loke I wanted to hear at least two sides of this story. Sometimes Loke tailored things to his own needs - it was in his nature to do so, so I didn't hold it against him. Also in lieu to make sure his secret was never told we made sure not to talk much together in public, he would visit me in private if he wanted to vent some frustrations to me that only a Celestial Spirit would deal with. Another thing that hurt about being friends with him is that it had to be in private, my heart clenched painfully thinking about it. He was going to die soon and he wouldn't let me help him, I needed that key. "So how was your mission in Helios?" She asked after telling me all of the news, pleased with all my planned remarks. "No one knows about you there so I am free to be me." I said simply. "That must have felt really good then, to be free of my shadow. You know I do not condone any of it, Dezzy." She said placing a hand on top of mine. "It doesn't matter if you do or not Erza it just is how it is I will forever be in your shadow no matter what I do. So once I pay off my debt I will leave Magnolia for good they were good to me there in Helios. The Prince wanted me to stay, I told him I would go back once -" "You are done paying off that debt to the Master." Erza finished my sentence not even wanting to start her normal argument about this debt of mine. It had been a long drawn out argument between Master Makarov and Erza for a while they believe I don't owe Fairy Tail anything for saving my life in the way that they did. What had happened. . .it's been four years and I still have not paid for it. "Not yet - thanks for the cake I am tired." I said getting to my feet. I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around me as my sister hugged me tightly pulling me tightly against her body. Letting out a gasp I tried to push her away but she held me so tightly I couldn't move my arms. "I'm so glad that you are still alive. . .I was worried we couldn't get a hold of you at all. No calls would make it through to Helios - I thought you might be dead." She sobbed. "I won't die so easily Erza not when I owe the Master so much." I said softly leaning my head against hers. "Plus you don't seem too worried you didn't go after me to drag me home again." "I told you I wouldn't go after you again after you threatened. . ." She said slowly and quietly remembering the fight we had the last time I attempted to leave. "That I would kill myself? Do you trust that I could be that strong and do that?" I queried. "You are stronger than I am." She said softly squeezing me tightly. "Not in the slightest - I am just your shadow." I said feeling bitter with myself. "Please stop saying those hurtful things." She said pushing away from me some to look into my eyes. "I'm hurting your feelings, dear sister?" I scoffed in a mocking tone. "My heart. . ."She said simply knowing that my heart was hurting just as bad with each word I spat out felt like a knife stabbing into my black spotted heart. "I'm tired I've been on the road for several weeks without stop to get back to this hovel of a town." I said switching subjects. "Let me walk you home."

[3ndoftheline]

For Better or for Worse

Bucky x OFC

Summary: Were all love stories supposed to be this complicated? (Part Two to Lost and Found)

Warnings: language, angst (woo!!!!) it has a happy ending though so it’s okay

Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Note: here’s the awaited and long ago promised second part of Lost and Found. I hope you all enjoy this installment of Charlie and Bucky (there could possibly be an epilogue? Or a third part? Idk, we’ll see how I feel and if you guys really want it). anyways, feedback is always welcome :)

Bucky’s smile was all I saw for two years, seven months and eighteen days.

He had become Bucky after the first date, his first name was used when I was annoyed with him or teasing him, same as mine was to him. He became a permanent fixture four months after our first date, seemingly worming his way into my life and made me forget what life was like before him.

I was happy. He made me happy, he made my mundane life suddenly burst like a kaleidoscope of laughter and colors and happiness. He was everywhere, I saw him in the simplest of things. I saw the silver of his arm in the moon. I saw his smile in ice cream and chocolate and everything sweet, I saw the mahogany of his hair in crowded park benches and blooming trees.

Being with Bucky was easy. It was so easy I didn’t even have to think about it. He was there when I needed him to be there but understood when I wanted space more than anyone else I had ever met. He understood when I was so stressed that sometimes I’d need a hug but most times he’d just make sure I was properly fed and slept well and in a few days’ time I’d crawl out of my shell and curl into his lap where he’d kiss away my mumbled apologies.

The only time it got hard was at night when I’d wake up to him mumbling and trembling. He didn’t thrash or punch or kick. It was like he was paralyzed with terror until I was able to coax him awake and he’d bolt up, panting and gasping for air as he’d look at me with wide, empty eyes. He’d pull me in close and I’d hold his huge body against mine until his erratic breathing calmed. I never asked about his nightmares. The few times I did it led to horrible fights that left both of us miserable and hurt.

So I learned not to ask and we fell into a pattern. As long as I didn’t ask or pressure him, he’d tell me when he was ready. Which was rare, he never told me anything about his nightmares until one night.

He woke up shaking and drenched in sweat and I opened my arms and let him curl into me. His arms held me impossibly close and his breath was quick against my collarbone. “They take you from me,” he whispered and I had to strain to hear him. “Every night. And they make me watch as you…as–”

“Sh,” I hushed him quickly as my heart tore in two. I didn’t know who they were, I assumed it was Hydra or whoever tore his life apart and left him to mend the broken pieces. And to know they were still affecting him like this, it made me want to cry for him and want to carry his pain all at the same time. “I love you. No one is ever going to take me away, I promise.” He calmed down faster than he did most nights, like a piece of his burden had melted away. But I was wrong. They never did take me away, Bucky’s demons.

Instead, they took him from me.

He left. Without a word, without a text, without a call. I came home from class one day and all of his stuff was gone. It was like he had never even been there. The only slightest inclination that I had left of him was the pendant of a rose that hung around my neck. Gifted to me on our two year, it was Bucky’s way of saying he loved me without ever saying it. He liked to call me petal; it was his nickname for me. I didn’t know why, he never told me and whenever I asked he got oddly silent and kissed me until I was breathless.

There were nights where I’d grip the rose so hard the shape would be bruised in palm for days until I furiously tried to rub it away, angry at him and myself.

For a long time, I thought he was dead. Perhaps, he had gone on a mission and never returned. But Steve never visited, no one did and I was pretty sure I was supposed to get some sort of notification if the love of my life suddenly fell off the face of this Earth.

But I got nothing and then in a newspaper one day, I saw him receiving the Medal of Honor alongside Steve, his lips pulled into a smile.

And I was angry. I wasn’t sad anymore. All the tears I shed, all the times I screamed into my pillow over a broken heart were gone. The gaping hole in my chest closed up and hardened over. I became bitter. I was angry at him for just leaving, leaving me by myself with no explanation, nothing. I was furious that he didn’t have the audacity to try and tell me something was wrong, to talk to me. He didn’t even try. He just…left.

So I stopped mourning over Bucky Barnes. Every time I saw a picture of him smiling and with Steve, or Sam, it drove a nail through my heart but I didn’t let myself dwell in the pain. I moved on. I burned every picture we had together and deleted every trace of him from my life. He had moved on, he was living his life, why the hell couldn’t I?

I graduated university and promptly threw myself into graduate school until I got my masters. My research propelled me into a doctorate at the age of twenty-six. At the ceremony my picture was printed in the newspaper for being one of the youngest holders of a doctorate in my field. I got a small column, but it was front page and my smiling face was there. Even in the picture, you could make out the rose pendant over my white gown, the one thing of Bucky I could never get rid of.

I walked home from work one day, whistling as I thought about the last piece of my congratulatory cake from my parents that were waiting for me to devour at my apartment. I saw a figure leaning against the wrought iron fence that caged in the front garden of my apartment complex. I didn’t think much of it, since there were people milling out there all the time. Until the figure became clearer and I froze into place.

It was him. Bucky, my Bucky. Leaning against the black iron, his hair had been cut short, but long enough for someone to drag their hands through and get a good grip. He was leaner but he was the same. His arms folded across his broad chest and the same stubble that dusted his strong jaw.

“Hi petal,” he whispered and my entire world came crashing down. The hard knot that had formed in my chest seemed to unravel in a second. But I refused to let myself fall to his feet like a lovesick fool (which I probably would have done if I didn’t have a shred of self-control). I deserved an explanation, I deserved a fucking apology.

“Why?” Was what I managed out.

“I saw your picture in the newspaper,” he murmured and there was a flash of pride in his eyes. “Youngest person in your field with a doctorate. I just…wanted to say congratulations.”

“Congratulations?” I wanted to scream. “That’s all you have to say to me? After all these years, you want to say congratulations? That’s it?”

“Petal–”

“No, James. You don’t get to petal me. You’ve got some fucking nerve coming back here after all this time. Congratulations? That’s it?” I shook my head and forced the hot, angry tears down my throat. I was so angry I was vibrating. “Is that all you were going to do? Drop by say oh by the way, congrats on your life! So glad I was there to see it and just waltz away again? Is that it?”

“No,” Bucky sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He fell silent as he seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say as he toed the ground with his boot.

“I’m so mad at you,” I whispered. “I’m so, so mad at you.”

“I know, petal. I know.” He took a step forward and I winced. The pain that twisted his face went straight to my stomach but he didn’t move any closer. “You should be. You should hate me.”

But I don’t. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch him, I wanted to yell at him and make him regret every second that he left me. But I couldn’t do it. Not with him, right here, finally here. I wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and forget everything. But I couldn’t do that, not yet.

“Just…tell me why,” I finally forced out. “Was it me? Did I do–”

“No,” his voice was so fierce it shocked me. “God, no, it wasn’t you. Don’t think for a second it was you.” He shook his head as he brushed a shock of hair from his forehead. “I wanted…I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?” Bucky shook his head as his eyes begged me to understand. I didn’t. How could I? “Protect me from what? I deserve to know.”

I watched as his throat worked tightly before he fiddled with the buttons on his jacket. After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke. “It…things were getting, bad. At the tower. Hydra was starting to infiltrate the systems and was getting information…valuable information. And they were threatening everyone, everyone’s families. Clint had to relocate his wife and kids four times because of Hydra.” He chewed his lip for a moment before he glanced at the bushes that peeked through the rails of the fence. “They didn’t know about you. Nobody did. But, if Hydra found out about you…do you know what they would’ve done? My nightmares would’ve become a reality. I couldn’t…I can’t let them do that to you.”

“So you left,” I said bluntly and this time Bucky flinched.

“I put it off for as long as I could,” he whispered. “It was…it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Leaving you. And I couldn’t tell you, you’d want to come with me or you’d beg me to stay and honestly I would’ve. I’d do anything for you. But I had to do this. I had to keep you safe. Charlie, you have to understand. I did this for you.”

I shook my head and I didn’t realize I was crying until Bucky made a soft sound in the back of his throat. He hated when I cried. It was the one thing that made him crack. I wiped furiously at my cheeks and hid my face by looking at the ground beneath me. “It sucked,” I whispered.

“I know, baby, believe me.” Bucky’s breath rattled in his chest. “I wanted to come back, I thought about it every day. But Hydra…they weren’t stopping and it took so much longer than anyone thought. But I never stopped thinking about you, I never stopped.”

“You could’ve told me,” I whimpered as I tried to keep the sobs from my throat. “I would’ve understood…we could’ve figured something out.”

“Maybe. I couldn’t take that chance, Charlie. I couldn’t put you in danger. Not now, not ever.”

“What about now?” I asked as I heard a car honk off in the distance. “Is Hydra gone?”

“For now.” Bucky didn’t sound too convinced.

I shook my head as I pulled my hair back and finally met his eyes. They were churning with anguish and an ancient pain that was only just beginning to shine through. “So what do we do now? You come back and we pick up where we left off? Then Hydra comes back and you leave me alone again? I can’t live like that, Bucky. I can’t give you everything and watch you walk away again, I can’t do it.”

Bucky took a step forward, and another, and another until he was right in front of me. “I’m not asking you to do that.” His voice was so soft and sweet and just how I remembered. Some of him had changed, but most of him was the same. “I have…I have an idea but it’s not something we’ll talk about now. I just…I had to see you, Charlie. These six years…it’s been hell without you. I thought I could do it, but I can’t.”

“I was so angry at you,” I murmured as I stared at him. “I thought…I didn’t know what to think. I thought you were dead, and then I thought you left because of me, then I hated you then I hated myself. Then I just got so angry…so fucking angry. And I tried to move on, I tried to forget you but I can’t. And I just…I missed you Bucky. I missed you so fucking much and there was nothing I could do about it.”

He reached a hand out and caught a fluttering curl and tucked it behind my ear. A zip of electricity passed over me when his fingers brushed against my skin. His fingertips trailed over the line of my jaw, then my cheek, my lips, my nose and my eyes as if he were re-mapping me. His touch passed over my neck and collarbone before his palm rested against the side of my neck, right where my pulse was.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and his voice cracked. “I’m so sorry, Charlie…you have no idea. You have no idea what I would give to take these last six years away and make them into something good. I never wanted to hurt you. I never knew…I’m sorry, petal. God, I’m so, so sorry.”

“I know.” For years I imagined how this moment would go, how I would yell at Bucky and tell him off. How I would be strong and brave before him. But I realized now that perhaps the bravest I could be was forgiving him. He had punished himself enough, I could see that. I wanted to be angry at him but suddenly it wasn’t worth it.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. He took another step forward and I couldn’t help but reach my hand out and touch his chest, just over his heart. Just to feel his heart beat and believe he was real. Bucky’s hand covered my own, his left one, covered in a glove.

“How long can you stay?” I asked and Bucky’s breath caught in the back of his throat. It was as if time was suspended and we were delicately treading along, not wanting this moment to be shattered.

“I don’t know.” He brought his head down and pressed his lips into my hair and breathed deeply. “For a little bit, but not long enough.”

I nodded and stepped back to unclip the chain that held the necklace around my neck. I took his left hand in my own and laid the pendant in his palm. “So you have something to remember me by, whenever you have to leave again.”

“Charlie, I can’t–”

“Bucky please,” I stopped him in a soft voice. “It’ll…um it’ll make things maybe a little easier. Just to remind you that there’s a home for you. Wherever you are.”

Bucky nodded as he closed his hand round the pendant. He brought his fist up and kissed his clenched fingers as he brushed his thumb along my jaw. I don’t know what it was, the tenderness of how he touched me or just the whole situation in itself, but a wave of emotion that I had been holding back crashed over me and I lunged at Bucky, throwing myself onto him.

He caught me easily and pressed me so close to him as I felt his muscles contract and pull beneath me. I breathed out a sigh that I had been holding in as I buried my head into his shoulder, breathing in all of him.

“I love you,” he whispered and the last bit of resistance that I had in me melted away as he pressed kisses into my neck. “I love you, I love you, I never stopped loving you.”

I started crying again as Bucky pressed my back against the fence as his hands roamed every inch of me and his lips pressed against my collarbone, neck, face, forehead, everywhere he could reach. “I love you too, Bucky,” I sighed against him and it felt so good to say it. “I love you more than you know.”

He released a strangled sob as he clutched me so close to him I almost couldn’t breathe. “You have no idea…what – dear God Charlie, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

I started laughing. It was so good to laugh again. And even when Bucky kissed me, I couldn’t stop smiling. He laughed too, deep and throaty and when he pulled back his lips were red and glistening and his eyes sparkled again.

“Before we get any further,” I said as Bucky leaned down to kiss my jaw and cheek. “What’s this plan you mentioned? I want to get all the serious stuff out of the way before we start anything.”

Bucky froze and when I leaned back to look at him, he suddenly reminded me of the nervous guy who had asked me out in the dining hall all those years before. “I – um, okay.” He nodded, mostly to himself, and took a deep breath. “I love you, more than anything in my entire life. And you’re it, y’know? You’re all I want and um…I kind of know I can’t really be without you. But the world…s’not getting any better so. I was gonna leave, the Avengers, and all. To be with you. But Tony convinced me to stay but I said I would only if there was some way to protect you. Properly. And he came up with something which I think could work. It’s a long shot but it’s something and I, um–”

“Buck,” I laughed. “Spit it out.”

“Okay, okay. Yeah, totally. Spit it out. Right.” He shook his head before he stared me deep in the eyes and blurted out, “Come live in the tower with me.”

“What?” I gaped at him. “The Avengers Tower…like the Avengers.”

“Yeah, uh, I know it’s a lot. It’s a huge change. And I know you just got this gig with the university, not that I actually know that or looked it up or anything, whatever. Anyways, um, it’s just; it was the only way I’d stay. But if you’re not up for it then I get it, I do. It’s a big change and it’s a lot to ask but–”

“Yes.”

“–we already sort of lived together, well, we did live together, before everything so it won’t be so different but still it’s change and–” his voice suddenly faded as his brain connected with his mouth. “Wait…you said yes.”

“Yes,” I repeated with a smile. “I did.”

“You actually said yes. Just like that.” Bucky stared at me in shock as he slowly processed what I was saying.

“Just like that,” I reiterated. “I’ve wanted to move out for a while. I’ve been trying to find something closer to the university. The Avengers tower is a five minute walk. What have I got to lose? Besides, Bucky, it’s the Avengers. Why the hell would I ever say no?”

Bucky blinked. Once. Twice. Then he smiled. His beautiful, brilliant smile that split across his face and he laughed like he did when he didn’t have a care in the world. It was rare when he laughed like that, but I always remembered when he did.

“So, you’re saying yes? We’re doing this?”

I laughed as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips that he followed when I pulled away. “Yes, Bucky. I’ll move in with you.”

He kissed me hard, all lips and hot breath as he braided his fingers through my hair and secured me to him. Once I was sufficiently breathless, he pulled away with the brightest sparkle in his eyes. “You’ll love it petal, honest. The place has got a balcony so you can do your studying and grading and look over the city and we’ve got the whole floor to ourselves so we’ve got a living room, kitchen, everything. You can decorate however you want to, I’ll repaint whatever, whatever you want Tony already said the floor is ours so we can change it however we want to.”

I giggled like I was five years old again when Bucky breathed out a sigh and pulled me in close again. He spun me around and I couldn’t even suppress the grin even if I wanted to. “Never thought you’d be so excited about decorating,” I teased once he set me down again.

He looked at me with serious eyes and it knocked the smile off my face. “Charlie…I thought you hated me, I expected you to hate me. To tell me off, to turn me away and never want to see me again. Now, you’re moving in with me. It’s…surreal.”

“Hate you? How could I hate you?” I repeated the same words he said to me at the dining hall and suddenly we were young and stupid and hopelessly in love all over again.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth of him, a part of me savoring it just in case this was all just some fucked up dream.

“C’mon,” I whispered as I pulled back and threaded my fingers with his. “There’s one more person you have to apologize to.” Bucky’s brows furrowed until he heard an insistent barking from one of the third floor windows. In the second window from the left, my black lab was paws up against the window, practically throwing himself against the glass as his eyes locked on Bucky. Bucky tilted his head back and laughed as he allowed me to tug him into my apartment complex.

And the moment I saw him embrace my dog and talk to him in hushed, apologetic tones for the next half hour, I knew he would stay. And I vowed to myself that I’d never let anything take him away from me.

Not now, not ever.