#and yet it's difficult to see it because they lost the first match we saw them playing

[pureblx0d]

“I DON'T UNDERSTAND” Bada Lee x Reader.

Summary: Howl is a cheater and Bada takes revenge on him with the girl he cheated on her.

W: Mention of Howl, infidelity, Bada is confused about her sexuality, Suggestive, Reader is described as feminine and short while Bada as masculine and tall just for the plot, slightly homophobia, not readproof

You were at what you thought was the most boring party, your best friend Minah invited you to the celebration of her Team, the famous Team Bebe. and even if you were happy for her you couldn't help but feel out of place.

The place was full of professional dancers and even some idols, which you in fact are not and your best friend have the best idea than to leave you alone, so you shifted uncomfortably in your place, fixing your outfit or taking short sips of the drink in your hand, trying to calm your nervousness.

Not only the fact that it was a place where you clearly didn't belong, but the famous Bada Lee, leader of Team Bebe and choreographer, would be there, with whom you interacted enough times to know that you had a huge crush on her.

Although you knew very well that she had a boyfriend and she was straight, everyone knew it, but that didn't stop you from feeling incredibly attracted to her or her dance style, and little did you know that was the reason why you weren't leaving that party yet.

You were so lost in your thoughts and trying to calm yourself that you didn't feel a presence next to you until you heard his masculine voice finding you with nothing but Bada's boyfriend, Howl.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" His voice was calm and friendly, but even so he managed to make you distrustful so you just looked at him in silence "well, I would surely remember a pretty girl like you"

You wanted to laugh in his face, what kind of pickup line was that?, you didn't know how he could have conquered a woman like Bada, especially if he used those flirting tactics.

"I'm a friend of Minah." Was the only thing you answered, taking a long sip from your glass. "And no, we don't know each other."

"And I have no intention of doing so" you thought to yourself, feeling that his mere presence bothered you at incredible levels.

What you thought was going to end there ended up in a conversation (if you can call that a conversation) where he probably told you his whole life story and tried to shamelessly flirt with you that you avoided at all costs with the rudest comments you could think of.

Something you had to thank him for was that he had made you no longer nervous but incredibly bored, a question was on your mind from the moment he decided to open his mouth.

"You don't have a girlfriend?" The question came out sharp and quick from your mouth, almost without letting you process it, you saw how his face changed into a nervous one.

"No I don't" Howl spoke hesitantly while his gaze scanned the place almost looking for someone "I mean yes I have, but we are about to break up, she and I don't match, she seems more like my brother than my girlfriend have you see her?"

His words came out like poison, as if the mere thought of his girlfriend repulsed him, making your blood boil, how could someone talk like that about their partner?and especially if your partner is the Bada Lee herself.

Without being able to stand it one more second, you excused to him while walking to the bathroom or looking for Minah, whichever you found first.

Oh the small and naive you, it was not difficult for you to find the bathroom because a hand in your arm dragged you to it, Bada had listened to the last part of the conversation making her believe something that wasn't and she was about to confront you about it.

Because let's see, she knew that you were the best friend of one of her members, she had small talks with you every time they met at the dance studio, and you obviously knew she had a boyfriend then why were you flirting with him now? (oh lord)

That's why to your surprise, when you were able to react you were leaning against the sink and Bada towering you with her brow visibly furrowed.

"You now? Since the day I met you, something about you feel off to me" Bada spoke, trying to remain calm. "I wanted to believe it was because you were simply shyer and had no interest in dancing, but now I understand."

Now it was your time to frown, feeling confused by her words you tried to speak but your words stuck in your throat when she spoke again.

"I understand that technically we are not friends and that he can be attractive to you." Now you were the one who was beginning to understand. "and that he wants someone like you, I understand you are way too pretty, shorter than him and much more feminine than I will ever be."

"I wasn't..." Bada put her hand on your mouth stopping you from continuing speaking as her face moved closer to yours.

"Shut up, I'm not done yet." Her voice was sharp and her closeness was making you probably more nervous than before. "Believe me i get that but what I don't understand It's why I'm not angry or jealous of him."

"What I don't understand." Bada changed her expression for a softer one, removing her hand from your mouth, resting both on the sink behind you. "It's why i want you too, why I was jealous that he was flirting with you when I should be the one doing that"

And again you were confused again, you thought she would be yelling at you and blaming you for flirting with her ugly boyfriend but on the contrary she was saying that she wanted you.

Bada was looking at you expectantly for an answer or something but your mind was blank so your only response was to grab her face and kiss her something that surprised her, her mind was running a marathon, it was her first time kissing a girl in her short 28 years and she didn't know how to act.

And you, probably understanding what was happening, grabbed her hands guiding them on your waist and whispering on her lips to relax and let herself flow and that was exactly what she did her right hand went to your neck bringing your faces together even more making the kiss even deeper.

Words were no longer necessary, they were both too busy with their mouths on each other in a mutual understanding of what was happening there, they both felt like they were going to get lost in each other especially when her hand wandered to your bare leg where your skirt began and your fingers closed in her hair.

Although their little bubble of desire and love burst when a loud knock on the bathroom door they were in began to echo in this you hadn't realized when the door had been locked but what you did notice was that your red lipstick was now smeared on Bada's face making you laugh.

"What's funny?" Bada asked confused so you just moved your body giving her space to look at herself in the mirror making her end up laughing too. "Well I'm full of you now"

"Oh no, you still have a lot to try" You spoke before approaching to kiss her but again the knocking on the door sounded and this time even louder so you two have no choice but to leave the bathroom.

Bada took the initiative to open the door even with her face full of your lipstick, coming face to face with Howl, her now ex-boyfriend so he couldn't help but smile sarcastically as he grabbed your hand and dragged you away from him, leaving an angry Howl, and you could have sworn you heard him curse them for being sick lesbians but that was just his ego being hurt.

"Where are we going?" You asked, curious, watching how you two crossed the street door heading towards a black car, her car.

"To my house" Bada spoke calmly as she took out her car key, opening the passenger door for you. "You said I still had a lot to try."

-Mich <3.

[gemini-magic17]

Entanglement Chapter Twenty-Five

**Kit's POV

Approaching the castle the cheers and clapping of the townspeople surrounded us. It's obvious they believe that we were able to defeat Larksion's forces on our own but that wasn't the case. It seemed that Boorman could pick up on what I was thinking because the expression he had on his face matched mine. It was one of worry and fearfulness of what could befall all of us if anyone were to learn the truth. Ser Easton and Amara were apprehensive of what to do when coming to face with my mother. Yet, I wasn't too worried about her it was more of Y/n's parents that had me this way or rather her father.

When we entered the castle doors I could see the figure of Willow running to us as fast as possible. He looked red in the face and out of breath. I could only assume that he was looking for us all over the place or rather just in a rush to find us. As he stood in front of the four of us he tried to speak but was having trouble doing so. Seeing that he was having a difficult time catching his breath Amara handed him a canteen filled with water. He gladly accepted her offer and chugged the contents leaving none behind.

"Thank you", he said and Amara nodded her head in response.

"What is it, Willow? Why are you so red in the face", I asked him.

"I heard you had won the battle and came to find you as fast as I could. Assume Y/n received my letter about it otherwise you four wouldn't be here."

"Yes, we came as soon as we could", Ser Easton stated.

"Thank god you did otherwise all of Tir Asleen would be lost", Willow said.

"Except-"

"Except what", I asked him knowing he suspected something.

"I heard that there were no survivors in Larkison's army. Now I don't understand how that is possible considering his army outnumbered ours."

"Well, I guess we had luck on our side then", I said trying to sound convincing. Willow raised his eyebrows and that's when I knew he saw right through me.

"You don't really expect me to believe that do you Kit", He said and well all looked to each other.

"I don't know what to tell you except it was just a miracle that we won with not so many casualties", I said.

"Tell me the truth, Kit. Did Y/n show up and decided to aid in the battle", at that question I didn't know what to say.

"It would make sense because why would she let hundreds of people die knowing she could have done something about it", Willow said staring me down and I looked towards Ser Easton for help. I can see that he caught my gaze and stepped towards Willow.

"Your right she did show up to fight against them", he said and Boorman turned to him outraged.

"What are you doing? I thought you said not to tell the truth to anyone what happened on that field", he said.

"It's not like this is something new that Willow has heard. After all, he knows about the prophecy and the dragons", Ser Easton said and I looked at him shocked.

"What do you mean? How the hell do you know about it", I asked Willow.

"That day you and Y/n came to visit me I sent you to the other room to retrieve that sword I had got you I led her to my study. I gave her a book about the prophecy and everything about dragons."

"So, you knew about this the entire time and didn't decide to fill me in", I said raising my voice clearly pissed with this whole situation.

"It wasn't my place to tell you", he said.

"Like hell it was!"

"Can you keep your voice down we don't want to draw attention to ourselves", Amara said staring me down. At that precise moment, I can see my mother running in my direction with a few guards in tow. I could see that she was pissed off and started to prepare for the tongue-lashing that was to come in a moment. Yet, there was none instead she wrapped her arms around me holding me tight.

"I'm so glad your ok", she says and pulls away to look at me and I let a small smile show.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING", she screamed at me and I was caught by surprise. First, she was happy I was ok now she is yelling at me.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME YOU WERE BACK IN TIR ASLEEN OR RATHER THAT YOU DECIDED TO FIGHT IN THAT GOD DAMN BATTLE?!?"

"Mom if you could just-"

"DON'T MOM ME I WAS TERRIFIED THAT YOU WERE HURT OR DEAD!"

"I'm sorry, but this is my home and I needed to fight for it", I stated and with that, she went silent. She let a sign and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I am so proud that you would fight for Tir Asleen but not making me aware of this is not ok", she said.

"There was no time to. The four of us arrived when the battle was about to start", I said and she shook her head.

"Fine but don't let it happen again", I promised her that but in the back of my mind I knew that a battle could arise from anywhere at anytime and I wouldn't have time to inform her of what I would be doing.

"Come. We all are gathering in the meeting room to discuss recent events", she said and we went on our way.

It took a few minutes to arrive and the whole time we were looking back and forth between the four of us to see how we were going to play this. Standing in front of the doors my mother opened them only to be faced with several advisors along with Y/n's family when we entered the room. As the five of us stood there I could see the face of King Aiden and it held one of suspicion.

"I was informed that Tir Asleen has beaten King Larkison's army. As a matter of fact, there were no survivors among them", he said falling back into his seat.

"That is correct", I hear Amara state.

"Is that so? Well, I was also told that the field was almost fully consumed by fire and that is how none of his army had survived", with those words I froze not knowing what to say.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened out there because I know that we didn't have the numbers that they did to beat them", he said and stared down all of us.

"Really, none of you are going to say anything", he asked clearly growing annoyed by our lack of answers. It was then he moved his attention to Ser Easton who was just happening to stand by Boorman and I.

"What about you Ser Easton? Do you have anything to tell me about what happened today", and with that all eyes were on him waiting for him to speak. Yet, nothing came out and it was very clear that King Aiden had grown annoyed where he was ready to blow a fuse. Turning red in the face he looked to Boorman to find out what he could get out of him.

"What about you Mr.?"

"Boorman, my name is Boorman", he said.

"Well, Boorman can you explain to me why all of the soldiers in the King's army are dead even though we didn't have the manpower to win against them", King Aiden asked putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward with a raised eyebrow.

With the stare-down Boorman was getting from him the nervousness started to settle in. You think it would have settled in beforehand but holding eye contact with King Aiden could make anyone nervous beyond belief. Yet, somehow Boorman found the courage to answer him but none of us knew the kind of explanation he was going to come up with or rather if he was going to tell the truth.

"Well, you see King Aiden the truth is", Boorman started to say and I looked at him with that sinking feeling in my stomach.

"The opposing side launched these I guess you could call missiles which were on fire in our direction. Those missiles did take out quite a few of our soldiers but we also used fire to our advantage. We used a flammable liquid to strike down the enemies. Once certain areas were soaked in the substance we launched similar missiles which caused a much more catastrophic outcome therefore leaving behind ashes rather than a body", he stated and I turned to King Aiden to see if he bought it. It wasn't the best explanation but there was nothing we could do about it now.

Waiting for his response everyone turned to look at him awaiting whether or not he would accept what Boorman had just said or keep grilling us for the truth. It was then that he looked back upon us and spoke.

"Alright then, if that is what you say happened it happened. However, if I found out you all are lying about this I promise you there will be consequences. I am going to question the soldiers and search the battlefield for any remnants of those supposed weapons."

It was then I knew that we were screwed there was no way we could pull this off. Just then Ser Easton spoke up about the issue.

"You don't have to worry King Aiden what Boorman has told you today is the truth", he said with confidence and King Aiden seemed to believe him.

"Fine, you are dismissed", he said and we left the room where we then headed to the castle's garden. When we arrived at the garden we looked around to make sure no one was there to possibly eavesdrop on our conversation.

"What the fuck are we going to do? None of the stuff Boorman said was true", I said rubbing my temples.

"Don't worry, I will have a talk with the soldiers and they will confirm our story", Ser Easton stated.

"Well, what about the 'missiles' that were mentioned used by both sides", Amara asked.

"I am sure I can rustle up a few of those things I just have to talk to some woodworkers and pay them extra to go along with everything. Just let me take care of it and we all stick to the story", he said then gave Amara a look and they both took off towards the village.

"How are we suppose to trust that this will work out", Boorman asked.

"Ser Easton would do anything to protect Y/n and so would Amara which is why they will make sure this will go according to plan", I said and looked in area where they once were now unoccupied.

**Y/n's POV (2 days later)

Once Calyx and I made it back to Dristarya things seemed much more clearer. I had time to think about everything that happened a couple of days ago from the battle to Kit saving my life. There is a big part of me still saying don't trust her that it will only lead to my heartbreaking again but how can it break even more than it already has. Then there is that small part of me that still feels something Kit you may even call it love.

My fingers moved to touch my lips remembering when she and I kissed. I never kissed anyone before then and with her, it felt right. The way our lips were in sync I felt that it couldn't just happen with just anyone but then again it was just my first kiss. Whereas Kit has probably had her first kiss before me and of course, it would be with Jade. I could see how much she cared for her or rather still does but I wonder if the kiss we shared meant anything to her. I don't know maybe it didn't mean anything to her at all it was just a kiss that happened in a library where she ran off right after.

I still can't help but believe that maybe I do mean something to her after all she did stop that soldier from shooting me with an arrow. I won't lie when I say that when I thought I was going to die she was the person I was thinking about. Not my mother, father, or brother but Kit Tanthalos was the one on my mind. I know that when we meet again we will have to talk about everything that has happened between us. Not only that but where this marriage is going to go or rather become.

As I stared out into the ocean the water splashing onto the rocks that surrounded the beach tore me out of the trance I seemed to be in. The constant thought of anything Kit Tanthalos-related filled my head and I couldn't snap out of it until now. Letting out a sign I turn away to make my way back to the castle when I hear a noise coming from the underbelly of the castle. I slowly entered the cave remembering the first time I went in and Aeras almost cooked me alive. Not that I blame but its best to be careful when one knows potential dragons are hiding in the depths of this cave.

I take the torch mounted onto the wall giving me light as I make my way further and further into it. As I make a turn from where Aeras was originally that first day I come up on a larger area of the underbelly. It was there I saw Valerion lying on the cave's cold ground and he raised his head as he heard me approaching. He didn't seemed frightened when he was aware of my presence and I set the torch down a few feet away from him.

I walked up to him and carefully sat down next to his right wing where I then laid my head on it. Valerion didn't seem to mind he just laid his head back down on the ground and I could feel his heartbeat against my hand when I stroked the side of his body. The heartbeat of a dragon is loud and very different from the one of a human which of course is to be expected.

"I don't know what to do Valerion. Kit hurt me so much to my core that I don't think I can see a life with her. Yet, she did say she would make up everything to me even if it took the rest of her life which I guess I believe. After all, she did save my life but I am still wary of her and her actions", I said.

"Maybe one day I will be able to trust her again even though I said I never would she is trying to prove me wrong. I guess you can say it's working. Do you think that there is any hope for the two of us", I asked him and he let out a huff in response.

"Yeah, I thought so too."

[jayktoralldaylong]

TGCF BOOK SPOILERS

First let me say that I love Hua Cheng. This is not Hua Cheng slander (I don't even think it's possible for Hua Cheng slander to exist unless it was a joke).

HOWEVER!!!

The "I pray to never rest in peace" line is one of the many HuaLian moments that's romanticized alot in the fandom. Not to critique anyone romanticising it, we all read and relate to same thing very differently.

I will never forget the first time I saw that line.

I hadn't read the TGCF books yet. Someone quoted it as a spoiler of something that a TGCF character would say in the future. They didn't need to indicate which character said it, I immediately guessed Hua Cheng.....and I was right. This was using the little information I had on him from the Donghua. People argue that Hua Cheng's whole personality is not loving Xie Lian but dammit son. The other side of Hua Cheng's personality gets very depressing when you truly study it. He is hyper-focusing so much on Xie Lian so he doesn't spare a second thinking about himself. About whatever internal problems that he's running away from.

The first time I saw that line I didn't think "oh, how romantic" I thought "Damn bro, learn to love yourself before loving others. Please see a therapist. Imagine how Xie Lian feels hearing you say this." Xie Lian who loves him so much. 😔

During that scene in Book 5, Xie Lian was sobbing and it wasn't just because of the difficult painful situation. It was because Hua Cheng meant every word of that sentence. It was knowing that Hua Cheng didn't care what he did with himself as long as he was able to protect Xie Lian, it was knowing the true extent of Hua Cheng's love that he'd lost his life for him over and over again and still would not rest in peace. Xie Lian with his own self esteem issues feeling he doesn't deserve this level of dedication but he's going to get it anyway and Hua Cheng doesn't care if he gains nothing from it. People say that Luo Binghe's love is intense and hard to handle, but honestly, Hua Cheng too. 💀

I got a bit more relaxed when I found out Xie Lian was just as damaged and they kind of balance each other out, kinda holding the pieces of themselves together with each other's arms. They have proven, thank everything holy, that they can in fact exist separate of each other. They can function. They can pretend to be put together for an extended period of time, years and decades and centuries. But as soon as they touch....watch their masks fall. Watch them hold each other so tight like they're trying to be one being. They can't stand to be away from each other. They match energy, that's why they work.

Hua Cheng's love would not work if it was not Xie Lian. Probably same vice versa.

[nostalgia-tblr]

First Lines Meme

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @lokiinmediasideblog

I have provided brief commentary on each of these, to share my wisdom and because I was bit bored.

Thor’s favourite thing of all, if he had to commit to a single choice, is sparring with his brother. (The Marriage Game, mostly-gen Thor thing) This isn't a very exciting first line, I admit. Oh well, there are plenty more after it as this fic is 5000 words long.

2. Sylvie never hesitates to hurt him, whether he has asked her to or not. But when he asks… oh, she revels in it then. (everybody's looking for something, the one where sylvie beats loki with a stick) I think this is quite a good opening line. It reassures the reader who decided to read Loki being beaten with a stick that, yes, the hot stick-on-Loki action is definitely here, the tags didn't lie.

3. The sounds of celebration are more than enough to cover footsteps, but Sif is always alert and difficult to sneak up on, so the touch on her shoulder is no great shock to her. (Out of Sight, sifki porn with angst in) This is an okay line, if I remember right the opening few lines were the last to be written, because I'd started with the (*ahem*) main thrust of the plot and then had to go back and get them close to each other so they could do that thrusting (and angsting).

4. His brother’s funeral has not yet taken place and already he is betrothed to the killer. (The Winter Of Our Discontent, ongoing Sylki Arranged Marriage AU) This is a fantastic first line, well done me! There's a death and a marriage on the first line! The reader can see at once why it's tagged as 'Enemies to Lovers'! It has the word 'betrothed' in it, so you know this is gonna be A Bit Faux-Historical! Oh, how concise I was!

5. This part of the story isn’t true: Loki runs after the variant – the other Loki – and he runs through the time-door just before it closes, and finds himself in another apocalypse. (In My Head I Do Everything Right, Loki series AU where everything is more horrible.) Also good - it establishes that some of the story is less true than other parts, and intrigues the reader by telling them that what they saw happen didn't happen in this version. Bold. Unusual. Exciting!

6. The other Loki finishes his drink and then finishes his story; “So while I was freed from fulfilling a few of my less well-intentioned promises, I was also trapped – I could hardly go home, could I, after all of that? So I stayed in New York and built this little empire instead.” (Match Three, Loki/Loki/Sylvie porn) Bit infodumpy and not remotely pornographic, two potentially serious flaws when the reader is in search of filth. But consider; I dealt with the backstory of this extra Loki in the first line and now we can just move the fuck on to them all fucking without much more preamble.

7. One thing Sylvie wasn’t expecting was for already-broken timelines to heal, and for those that were lost (more accurately murdered) long ago to reassert themselves somehow, and to push their way back into the ever-expanding multiverse. (one (1) returned item, practically gift-wrapped, double drabble) Not a bad attempt to explain what's going on in a story with a very limited wordcount, I feel. That limited wordcount was also strict, which will have affected the word choice here. (I can't remember any details though.)

8. Disconcertingly, River Song doesn’t play by the Doctor’s rules. (Foreshadowing, look everyone it's River Song!) Another short and strict wordcount, not a bad opening line all things considered.

9. With the clearer vision of hindsight, Thor reckons that the hammer might have been the thing that made his brother start to stumble. (Loophole, thorki fic about the perils of excessive pedantry) Oh, a flashback! Why would someone stumble with a hammer? Did he trip over it? You must read on to unravel the mystery! Therefore, a good opening line.

10. “So why haven’t you two fucked yet?” asks the Grandmaster, seemingly out of nowhere. (Love Is A Danger Of A Different Kind, sylki-on-sakaar horrible dubcon-frostmaster thing) Excellent first line, defines the existing relationship boundaries and contains a single shocking swear in a line that breaks all the usual rules of politeness. A wild and very awkward ride lies ahead, it seems to say. I'd keep reading this fic for sure!

I will now tag everyone on tumblr.

[storytimewriting]

The Light of Your Life

This poem describes how I felt after my last relationship ended. I lost who I was because I tried so hard to be who I thought they wanted me to be. I was forced to comfort that feeling, and it was a difficult reality to face.

My perspective on that relationship has since changed, and I am much happier without them.

I hope you like this piece. Please let me know what you think.

This poem will be available in my poetry book, Transparent Mirror, coming out soon. Also available in the book, special illustrations that can only be seen there!

This poem was seen first on my Patreon! Subscribers are offered first-looks and exclusive pieces. (It's only $1.25 a week!) Here's the link:

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Enjoy :)

xx gwen<3

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The Light of Your Life

You called me the light of your life.

You called me the light of your life a month into us dating. You beamed brighter than the sun, yet you called me the light of your life.

I always found the irony amusing.

We sat at the beach as you held me in your arms. We watched the sun dip below the horizon It should’ve gotten cold then-                when the sun was gone Still, I only felt warmth as I huddled next to you and you pulled my body closer. You emitted a warmth I had never felt before. For some reason, once we left, you thanked me for keeping you warm.

You had trouble finding the light.

The darkness loomed over you like a cloud attached with an invisible string. You tried to push me away You always tried to push me away when the darkness was near You’d say you didn’t want to taint my light.

I refused to leave you alone.

You told me the thing you loved most about me was that                even in a room filled with darkness I was never afraid to light a match.

You swore all the darkness in the world would never be able to put out my light.

You told me that I was the sun and you were the moon.

I never had the heart to argue, “We do resemble the sun and the moon,” I’d agree. Only, I’d have to disagree with who truly resembles which luminary body.

You weren’t the only one with darkness.

My mind was filled with dark clouds, My body was surrounded by blackness, My eyes reflected just how dull I truly felt.

It was the first time you saw me surrounded by clouds. It was the first time you saw me.

I think we overestimate the power of light. While no amount of darkness could put out a single match, Light is fleeting Darkness is permanent.

All it took was a gust of wind to blow out my match, suddenly you were aware of just how dull I truly am.

I was never the sun.

I am the moon. I never had my own light. I showed you a reflection of yourself, so blind to how bright you truly were, you convinced yourself it was me.                But it was you.

It's always been you.

It was too easy to see the truth once I was surrounded by clouds. There was no light of my own emitting from the darkness. There was only more darkness.

You never wanted a moon.

You are a sun longing for a sun. You search for light and warmth and happiness. For so long, I was able to reflect yours, but I know that isn’t enough.                I know I’m not enough. You deserve better.

You deserve a sun.

You deserve a true light in your life.

[thotsforvillainrights]

I think we could all use something silly,so how about headcanons of the shie hassaikai going bowling?

(Makes me want to go bowling again myself haha! I wasn’t sure if reader was supposed to be inserted into this one or not so I just decided to do the boys only! Also, we’ll open it up with Chisaki if that’s alright!)

~The Hassaikai Goes Bowling~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-He was quiet, too quiet. The old man was either sick or plotting something. Chisaki could tell simply from observing Pops in the moment. It wasn’t as if business was bad lately. In fact, it was the best its been in a while. So because of this, he knew Pops wasn’t upset which only left one possibility...”Oh no.” Pops smiled as he stood at Kai’s office door with a matching T-shirt similar to the one he was clothed in himself. “Why the long face boy?! Cheer up! I’ve decided to bring a few of the men for an outing to celebrate our recent success! Here, we have matching shirts!” The old man tossed the shirt onto Kai’s desk. Chisaki picked it up and shrunk into himself from embarrassment. “The 8 pins of death???” He scowled at the Shie Hassaikai symbol surrounded by bowling pins. “Pops no...please?” The old man frowned before moving to thump Chisaki on the head (just as he did when he was a child). “No complaints! The car is warmed up and we’re riding with Chrono there! Get changed and let’s go have fun eh?” 

-Kai silently wished Hari had wrecked the car on the way to the bowling alley to save himself from the outing but unfortunately Hari’s bad driving wasn’t bad enough to kill...yet.

-There was nothing more silly than seeing a faction of the Yakuza out on a bowling fieldtrip. Had it not been for Pop’s kindness then they likely wouldn’t have been allowed into the building. The workers were scared and rightfully so! Katsukame was with them and kept staring the people down. Rappa was no help at all either! However, people respected the old man regardless of the yakuza actions. Therefore, the boys had gotten in with no problem. Kai was being difficult with the show switching. He refused to change out of his shoes and put on the bowling shoes. “Who knows how many other disgusting feet they’ve touched. Absolutely not. No fucking way am I doing this. Pops, I’m going to go wait in the car.” Pops grabbed him by the ear and basically dragged him with him. “You may not want to wear the shoes, but you’re going to spend time with us regardless of the situation young man.” Sometimes Kai just wanted to die when he was treated like a kid again.

-Deidoro found out they served beer at the concession stand and he stood in a very long tine for the tiny overpriced cup. Nemoto didn’t trust the food enough to buy any of it, so the drinks were also off the table. He wasn’t a germaphobe, but he could’ve swore he saw a fly or two back in the kitchen. This didn’t bother Tabe since he came with a pocket full of money and a goal to get everything the menu had to offer. The concession workers had their work cut out for them tonight. Setsuno snuck off to the arcade room when he saw a stuffed animal sitting in a claw machine that he secretly wanted so badly. Unfortunately Irinaka had caught him and ended up recording him the whole time. He’d probably use this against the man as blackmail whenever he needed something. While Setsuno won his plush and snuck it out to the car while he thought no one was looking, a few of the others were entering their initials into the machine for the first round of the game. 

POP-Pops

KAI-Kai

ASS-Rappa

TNG-Tengai

CHR-Chrono

HOJ-Hojo

NEM-Nemoto

-”Really...Ass? How childish can you get?” Tengai complained as Rappa chuckled to himself. First up it was Pops. The old man had lost some of his bulk from his younger days but still had the strength to pick up a heavier ball and roll it. Surprisingly he’d taken down a good amount of pins! Rather satisfied with a good start, he stepped out of the way and tapped the ball dispenser while looking at Kai. The young head sighed and finally gave into the activity. He walked up to the balls and frowned before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a disinfectant wipe. He wiped the ball holes good before lifting it up and carelessly rolling it along the way. “Boooooooooo, Overhole can’t bowl for shit!” Rappa teased when the ball crawled its way into the gutter and missed every single pin. Kai glared at him as he took his seat. “Lemme show you how it’s done!!!” Rappa wasn’t even using his strong arm quirk when he let the ball fly. It rapidly knocked down a ton of pins, nearly enough to get a full strike. “Let’s go!!!” Rappa cheered himself on and Pops chuckled (despite Rappa taking the lead over him). Tengai stood up and gently grabbed the ball before standing there and calculating in his head just where he’d need to roll it and at what speed. After about 5 minutes...and Rappa booing him on...Tengai was finally ready to roll the ball. So he did! And it rolled so slow that it did the very same thing Chisaki’s ball did when it went into the gutter. Tengai frowned and a few of the others laughed (excluding Nemoto and Kai of course). “Better luck next time, pal.” Chrono pat his back as he stood up. When Chrono rolled his ball, he got a strike. His form was perfect and his speed was on point. “Hari if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve done this before hmm?” Pops smirked at him. Hari shrugged and smiled. “I’m the bowling master.” Hojo chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I’ll show you the bowling master.” 

-By the end of that round/game the person that came out on top had actually ended up being Nemoto! Hari was 2nd, Hojo 3rd, Rappa 4th, Pops 5th, Tengai 6th, and Kai was in dead last. Soon the others joined in the other lane for their game while the first group too a break to eat. All except Chisaki and Nemoto of course. Kai ended up sneaking over to the next lane and joining in the game with the others.

SET-Setsuno

TAB-Tabe

MIM-Irinaka

ASS-Katsukame

TIT-Deidoro

KAI-Kai

“Tit? Are we being absolutely serious right now Deidoro???” The man shrugged at Kai. “What? Ass was already taken by Katsukame so I had to go with Tit.” Deidoro defended himself as if it was a regular thing to do. Setsuno was up first and he was extraordinarily bad at bowling. He had a light ball so it should’ve been faster than the heavier ones. How it’s possible to miss every single time was ridiculous. At least now Kai knew he wouldn’t be dead last. Tabe was up next. He wasn’t too bad at it. Tabe was probably average when stacked against the others. He was okay with that. He didn’t sense any real need for competition and was just happy to be out and about with his group. Irinaka was like Rappa, bowling too hard and too fast but still taking out pins. He might’ve possibly jammed the machine a few times and the workers had to come fix it. “Should’ve stayed in your small form and let them bring the little kids bowling slide out to help you. Maybe then you would’ve stuck out at least.” Katsukame shit-talked the man and Mimic growled at him. Although the power was there, Katsukame still lacked what he needed to be good at bowling. He was too tall and too rough with the ball. He ended up throwing the damned thing instead of rolling it. It’s lucky the workers hadn’t decided to kick him out yet! Deidoro by now was drunk off his ass and rolled the ball across into the other lane somehow and completely fucked up some poor families outing. Pops stood up from his food table and went to apologize to them while Nemoto had to help Deidoro into the parking lot so he could puke into the bushes. Finally it was Kai’s turn. He found that he rather enjoyed bowling once he actually stopped complaining and pouting like a teenager and finally played the game like it was supposed to be played. Turns out he was rather good at it (and Pops of course took lots of pictures since he was proud). “We’ll have to do this again someday.” The old man spoke to himself as he watched his boy get yet another strike.

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

He could be different 4

Here's the fourth part of Borrower Dream au :D

Quackity, finally appeared and a new character is mentioned.

Anyways, Enjoy :]

Tw: None

A couple of weeks passed and to Dream's relief, he no longer needed Sapnap's help to get around. His wounds still hurt quite a bit, but not as much as before. He walked across the living room table sitting cross-legged near the edge. Sapnap had told him that he was going shopping with his boyfriend Karl, so he wouldn't be back for at least 3 hours.

Dream let out a sigh as he put his head on his hands, being partially injured meant that he couldn't do a lot of things, so it was very boring for him to be alone. He spent a while like that until he heard some small steps followed by a voice. “Do you want me to keep you company? You seem to be quite bored sitting here alone.”

The borrower approached him, sitting down next to him. He had almost black blue hair, black eyes, a blue sweatshirt with a matching beanie, rather dark gray socks, and black sneakers. "Uhhh... Okay, I guess..." Dream said, looking at the stranger who chuckled shortly after. “So… You're Sapnap's friend, right? I am Quackity!” he commented with a smile.

Dream looked at Quackity for a moment before gently nodding. “My name is Dream.” answered. "So, do you know Sapnap?" Quackity nodded briefly as he let Dream continue. "How do you know him?" The blue-haired man chuckled again. "He's my fiancé."

Dream looked at him puzzled for a moment before speaking again. "I thought Karl was his fiancé." "We are both his fiancés, we are in a polyamorous relationship," he replied with a soft smile.

“Oh… I guess that makes sense. But how did you meet? he asked with a curious gleam in his eyes behind his mask. Quackity laughed awkwardly as he answered her. “It's a long story, really. Basically it happened when Sapnap still didn't know about the existence of borrowers. He noticed that the food was slowly disappearing so he thought he had rats in the walls. But Sapnap is not the kind of person who would hurt an animal, so he bought glue traps so as not to hurt the animal, or in that case, me.”

He paused for a moment looking at Dream to see that he was looking at him carefully (although his face was not visible through the mask), so he continued. “He placed about five glue traps in different parts of the house. With the supposed luck that I had, I fell on my back on one of them, I don't really remember how but I was trapped by it. It didn't take long for Sapnap to appear. He stared at me silently for a few seconds, beginning to apologize repeatedly before long, then grabbed a damp cloth and pulled me out of the trap after three or four hours of trying to remove the glue.”

"So, you were the first borrower he met?" Quackity nodded looking straight ahead. "Yes, although the truth is, it didn't take him so much to gain my trust because of how gentle and careful he was." he ended and paused for a second before asking. “By the way, Dream, can I ask why you're wearing a mask? You don't have to answer if it's too personal, it's just that sometimes my curiosity takes over."

Dream thought for a moment before replying. "It’s okay, I can tell you, it doesn't bother me." He let out a sigh before continuing. "I usually wear the mask around people I don't quite trust yet... Also, my older brother made it for me, so I generally like to wear it." Quackity nodded in understanding.

"You don't live with your brother then?" he asked as Dream shook his head. "No, somehow, when we were moving houses, a human accidentally saw us, so we started running looking back and by the time I knew it, I lost sight of him so I had to go alone."

“I understand… It is not easy to lose someone you care about, especially if it is a family member. I hope that one day you will meet again.” The blue-haired boy said as he put a hand on his shoulder. "I hope so, and although it is quite difficult for it to happen, I will not lose hope of seeing him again."

"That's how it goes, and from what it seems, Sapnap will be about to arrive so I'm going to take my leave." Dream looked at him confused. “Why? Aren't you going to greet Sapnap?" Quackity shook his head quickly as he waved his arms.

Dream smiled softly. 'What a funny boy…'

“No, no, no, no! It's just… Karl may have grounded me for breaking an entire dinnerware and I'm not supposed to be here.” Dream laughed out loud. "Okay, see you sometime then?" Quackity nodded as he waved goodbye, quickly entering the walls.

[promiseiwillwrite]

Theft of the Heartfire OR How I met Hel

This is for my friend.

As often happens with me, I was restless, and physically sick.  I wish I could give more psychological and emotional context for the story, but it is lost to time. Forced to lay in bed sniffling with yet another sinus infection, I imagined a place that matched how I felt.

The air was clingy, and dripped from the branches of the bare bushes around the path.  There was a storm coming, and the wind had started to whip occasionally.  It wasn’t dark but would be soon.  Paths snaked through the brush and grass before me.  Some made by the feet of travelers, others made by deer, and they were difficult to discern. 

I saw a light ahead.  I’d needed a light.  But the entity holding it was a Problem.

At this point in my life, I did NOT trust Odin. I knew him to be as much a trickster entity as Loki, and I’d had years to get to know Loki. He was certainly “the devil I knew” and Odin was “the devil I didn’t”.

I stopped where I was standing.  Looking back now, I think I’ve been much too quick to assume treacherous intent of Odin, but that is neither here nor there, because at the time, standing before him, I felt quite vulnerable.  He was standing at a crossroads, holding high the lantern, so we could both see.

I approached cautiously.

“This place is where you must choose a path.” He stated.

And then Loki came from behind me out of the dark.  I was startled, and immediately eased, seeing who it was. Thunder growled in the distance.

Loki held his hand up, and Fire danced across his palm. He grinned with confidence and certainty.  There was never any doubt in him whether I would choose to follow him into the dark, even given completely free choice in an ambiguous situation.

Odin’s face was calculating. Not judging one way or the other, he held his lantern, and said “We all live with our choices.” Before turning and walking away into the mist.

I followed Loki off to the right.  The path seemed to loop back on itself, and it began to rain.  The flames he held went out, and still I followed him.  We traveled to the edge of a Cliff, and then down over the edge onto switchbacks.

The wind Howled against the rocks, and torrents of rain washed past our ankles.  The path was wide enough at first, and about halfway down, it narrowed significantly.  It wasn’t long before we had to press ourselves to the cliff and step one foot at a time along the ledge.  The cold bit into my hands, and the wind threatened to pull us off the cliff and fling us to our deaths.

At last, we came to a rickety leather tent, built somehow into the rocks and anchored in place with pitons.  The tarps of it flapped, buffeted by the wind.  We were both soaked and freezing.  It was terrible. 

“Where are we going?”  I asked him.

“to the Underworld.”

“Why?” 

“Because that is what you came to do.  This is a part of your growth.  You tend to die now and again, and are reborn after, a cyclical thing with your power.  I am just taking you the Direct Route.  Odin’s way is Much Longer.”

This made sense.  I’d been sick all the other times before, too.

Then he came very close.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate.

He reached into my chest, in a metaphysical sense, and not unlike Mola Ram in Indiana Jones, He pulled out a brilliant blue mote of light, and immediately put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

I felt like my body weighed a hundred pounds more, suddenly, and he kissed my forehead.  “Stay here, I am going to get us some firewood.  Wait for me.”  He stood up and left out of the tent in the direction we’d come from.  I assumed he was going to get wood for a fire at the top of the cliff.

The fever had its way with me, and I think I slept, and was awake, and I think I remember going to work in the waking world but was right back in the story when I closed my eyes.  He did not return that night.  And I began to wonder if I’d made the wrong choice at the top of the cliff.  I wondered whether it had been a wise idea to follow anyone, let alone a known liar, off a cliff.

For Three Days and Three nights I waited.  The storm didn’t settle.  It howled all around and eventually I realized that he wasn’t coming back. I had started to be concerned as well, because he’d taken something vital out of me.  I didn’t feel right, and the restlessness became overwhelming. I felt Dead but still alive at the same time.

On the fourth day, I finally came out of the tent.

It was still sheets of Icy rain, but Daytime.

And I could see at the base of the cliff was a Huge Eagle, beating it’s Wings, and perpetuating the torrent.

I Yelled at him to Stop.  I started to get Pissed, because I felt like this whole thing had been a setup.  Loki had been in cahoots with this guy, likely a Jotun in bird shape.  There was no telling what Loki had conned him with.  And Now, Loki had a fucking three day head start.

The eagle didn’t hear me over the gale or pretended not to. It was perched on a dead tree.  Below the tree there was a treasure chest.

I picked my way down, spitting curses at the Jotun, and by the time I reached the bottom I was hot mad.  I was so tired, and wet, and it felt like I was wearing a lead suit.

I picked up a Rock and Threw it at the Eagle, and he finally stopped.

“What the Hell did he pay you to keep up with your damn weather magic for four damn days??”

I was normally respectful to entities.  I normally dealt with Jotuns in a much more deferent manner, honoring them as personifications of natural phenomena.  But I was not feeling deferent.  I was feeling like this one needed the shit kicked out of him.  I picked up a dead branch from his tree and swung it at him.

The eagle hopped down out of the tree and had the gall to look shocked.  He told me that he was Þjazi, and that Loki had made a deal with him.

“He paid Extra, in case you were up there for six or seven days.”  He kicked open the chest, and the top of it rolled back on a spring hinge.

Inside were bones and round shells with holes in the center, Money from another culture entirely, mixed with coins, and jewelry, and a sword.

I swore at him, and asked which way he went.

He looked afraid.  I must have looked awful.  I felt awful, but I menaced him with the branch, and he bowed his head, and gestured with his wing down the path.

“He went to Helheim.”

“Bastard.” I said, looking down the path Þjazi had indicated.  I spit into the dirt and directed my anger where it belonged.

“I want no quarrel with you, witch.  Here, Take the sword rather than that dumb stick, if you have to go to Hel’s Hall, and be at peace.”

I squinted at him and took it.  I threw down the stick and picked up the old sword from the chest.  It was heavy and gilded.  And I started walking.

I trudged down the path for a day and a night until I came upon a narrow bridge over a chasm.

And there were three hags.  Wrong mythological setting again, but definitely an underworld.  I was in the right neighborhood.

The hags lived in a little cave, just beside the edge of the bridge.  I stepped one foot onto the bridge, and they came out and one exclaimed, “Alive or dead!? Can’t you make up your mind??  Footfalls like an Ogre you have for a Dead person, Yet no fire of Life burns in your chest.”

And it was then that it dawned on me what he’d done.

He’d Literally taken the life, my heartfire, right out of my chest, and left me on the side of a cliff.  All with my permission.  That FUCKER. Fool me about five times, absolute shame on me.

My rage boiled out of me and I gripped the sword.

The hags shrieked and cowered.  “Alive and Dead, Dead and alive, not just this bridge you must cross to reach Hel’s Hall.  But another bridge entirely.  A bridge for which you must pay a toll.”

“And ours, for ours, the questions you must answer.  You know how this works.  That sword won’t get you across.”

“Fine.” I agreed.  I understood about purpose, even then.  I understood that they had theirs, just as I had mine.

They relaxed considerably. The first of them asked: “What is your name?”  I answered with a little thought.  I gave the first magical name I’d ever had.  The name I’ve never told another human, because it doesn’t concern anyone but me, drawn from a bag of divination runes I made from black cherry wood and my own two hands as a child.  They looked at one another but did not react outwardly. Not a Lie, but a name I could afford to lose, because I had many others now. I knew that if I told them false, that the unspoken part of this deal was that they would get to Eat me. I didn’t fancy that aspect of the arrangement, but answering questions was simple enough.

“What is your purpose?”  This a Much harder question.  They leaned forward as I thought.  This one much more difficult without the vital thing that brings the urgency of life inside me.  Nothing in there but my mind and that anger knocking around like a loose grenade, I answered my truth from that place. “To get my goddamned heartfire back and Beat Loki’s Ass for taking it and leaving me on that fucking cliff.”  It was again, deeply true in that moment, but half an answer, because there was usually more to me than this.

And I swore to myself that if they asked about the average airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow I was going to go ballistic.

“Who Will you Be?” asked the third. And the answer came out of my mouth, sharp, immediate, and acid. “Whoever I goddamn well please, now Get out of my way.”

The hag took a small purse from under her shawl, and pressed it into my hand.  “For the Toll” she croaked.  “Godspeed, sister.”  There was something contemptuous in her voice, not of me, but in solidarity for my cause.  I got the sense that they were required to play their roles, but that they had come on purpose to assist. 

I walked over their bridge and through a long, dark, narrow tunnel, and then up toward dim starlight.

Out the other side of the tunnel was a crack in reality big enough to hold worlds.  Mists swirled in the air as all the waters of creation ran down both sides in unending cascades that stretched as far as I could see to the hazy edges of space. Ginnungagap.

At first, there was No Way across.  The harder you looked at the far side, the farther it seemed.  And I knew down deep in my bones that jumping or flying was right out.

But when I brought out the purse, which was a little change purse, with a metal twist clasp, purple knit, with a periwinkle* lining, and a little pink and white flower stitched on the outside, and reached inside, there were little brass coins, with a flower printed on one side, like an arcade token, and as soon as I had one in my hand, a bridge began to assemble itself, blocks flying out of the rocks below where I was standing to form a stone bridge with rails, as wide as a street.  It was a hundred different bridges, built of things and places I had seen.  Built of photographs and memories and bridges I had seen on television.  Something out of old London placed the lamps and the mist swirled up from the gap to act as fog.

*I never in life looked up Periwinkle until today.  Periwinkles are what the little stitched flower on the outside of the bag look like, and there’s a good chance this was not a coincidence.  The flowers on the Coins were periwinkle flowers. This pouch handed to me was definitely intended to assist, and powerfully.

I stepped onto the bridge, and the moment I did, a figure appeared in the distance along it’s span.

A Familiar figure.

Me.

Between me and the figure, a full-length mirror in a wooden frame appeared.

I swayed a bit.  It was becoming harder and harder to walk.  But I was determined. And Stubborn.

I made it to the mirror, and in the mirror, I saw Ayla.

Ayla is/was an alter of mine known for being adversarial.  They never lied but were often quite cruel in the way they used the truth.

The figure beyond the mirror spoke, and I heard them up in the distance. “To pass this way, you must confront who you are, and who you have been.”

I looked at Ayla, and if I’d known then what I know now, I might have given her the time of day.  As it was, she was an enemy, but she was in a mirror, and I sure as hell wasn’t going in after her, or fighting some fucked up war with myself on a goddamn bridge like some Anime.  I had a sword, and I guess I was ready to fight, but I was So tired that I just walked right by.

This is, unfortunately, a pattern I have repeated throughout my life.  Given an opportunity to face certain things, I choose not to see an opportunity, and instead see an obstacle or annoyance, best avoided, to save energy.  Looking back, I should not have walked past her.  It came back to bite me much later.

I walked up to myself, dressed strangely in dark clothes.  My face was obscured by hair and hat, but there was no mistaking that I faced myself.

“And now, you must pay the toll to pass.  But it seems you only have a few tokens, and there are so Many of you.”

I had been traveling alone to that point.

But as soon as my shadow self said something about it, I turned, and saw the others in my head standing on the bridge behind me, and indeed, I only had three coins, and there were five of us.

My doppelgänger grinned at me, but there was no way in hell I was losing to this smug imitation.  I looked at it, and I said “Fine then, If you want to Split Hairs, then you’ll find there’s more to me than this,” And I Flexed.

And by flexed, I mean I called to memory Everything and Everyone I had ever been, Live and dead, Memories, potentialities, characters, fact and fiction.  The bridge behind me filled with a Legion of Selves, An Army Prepared for War.

And so without paying my toll, We Marched across the Ginnungagap a conquering force to the edge of Helheim on the other side.

Raising an army takes a lot out of you.

By the time I got to the other side, I was almost out of gas.

Kalok and Rath and Altherion stayed with me, and all the rest disappeared. (these are three of my main system, and very near and dear to my heart) An army of ghosts, dispersed on the winds of the underworld, back to whatever strings and tales they belonged to. They were pretty much helping me walk at this point.  I couldn’t have gone any further alone.  They weren’t dragging me, but by this time I was not managing every step of the way.  I am so lucky that they have been there for me all this time.

We walked through a rocky place and turned a corner. In the ground was a Dog Circle.  A path marked into dirt by the pacing of a dog at the end of a chain.  We stopped.  Garm, in all his Glory and Terror Came to the edge of this circle, to guard the gate of black wood that stood between us and the city around Hel’s Hall.

He was fierce and terrible, but guarding the hall of the dead is a thankless task.  And I knew what to do.

I gave an offering, of fresh salmon, *don’t ask me where I got it, I needed it and it was there, okay?* and Garm settled.  He allowed me to pet him, and then I walked to the gate, and we went inside.

At this point, I have gaps in my story, I felt like they were carrying me, half running through the city, as the respectable dead shut their doors and barred their windows as the half alive creature came running through the streets.

I remember being at the steps, and having to stumble to the door, I remember having to be the one to Knock.

And then the doors thrown open. And then much movement, and then nothing for a bit.

I awoke to the sound of Ceramic Plates Breaking against stone walls.  I looked up, and Hel was on one side of the room, behind a table, lobbing plates at her father’s head.

Loki was running, dodging just barely, this barrage.  I could not understand either of them.  I think they were speaking some Scandinavian language, and the only thing I could pick out was “doula.” It was much later that I recognized that they were talking about me.

And then Hel bent over me, with such kind, worried compassion that it totally broke every idea I’d ever had of her being some cold and indifferent goddess.  I think if I’d ever had a “love at first sight” experience, this was absolutely it.

Then she threw another plate at her father and screamed at him some more.

Finally, she stopped throwing things at him, and he came over and looked down at me.  He made that face that people make that is both amusement and pity, that people only make when you really look awful, and no one is saying it.

I called him a Fucker.  And a Thief.

And I grabbed him, and kissed him on the mouth, and took back from him what was mine.

[bohba13-writing-den]

Zanpakuto and their resistance to damage.

So, due to recent events in the anime I think that this has become topical. so let me ramble for a bit about this. for the sake of mobile readers, I’ll keep it under a read more.

So let me get this out of the way first, as both a fan of Bleach and JJBA, the more I look at zanpakuto the more they look like sword shaped stands to me. So I am going to borrow some of that logic (not the crazy shit) for my headcanons involving zanpakuto, first among them being that as a manifestation of the user’s will to fight, their resistance to damage is directly analogous to the condition of that will, with the added dimention of the relationship to the zanpakuto itself. 

the reason for that last condition is the state of Kenpachi’s zanpakuto verses his will to fight. He loves fighting, something those who haven’t read the manga will have clearly depicted in the coming episodes, yet his zanpakuto is absolutely beat to hell. the reason is his poor relationship with his zanpakuto, meaning that those who had an equivocal will for battle, and a better relationship with their zanpakuto, will damage the blade, even if only slightly. now this damage is repairable as all he needs to do is dump reiatsiu into the blade, he simply doesn’t. 

Now that outlier is adressed, let us look at each time a zanpakuto was broken/damaged in shikai to illustrate my point. 

the first I can remember breaking on screen was Zabimaru at the hands of Aizen. 

you’d think that with him protecting Rukia that Zabimaru wouldn’t break, as his will to fight would be at its strongest. but I posit this, Renji wasn’t fighting to win in that moment, he was fighting to not lose. It’s a tactically sound move, but it is a position of fear. He feared having to fight Aizen, and thus while Zabimaru was sharp, it was also brittle. This also matches what we see when Zabimaru is broken at the start of TYBW. He just saw Byakuya’s bankai get stolen, saw his captain’s composure fucking shatter, and then get bodied by his own bankai! When Mask came in with that rocket punch, Renji was scared shitless.  Now for the one I think if the most impactful to my argument. Rukia vs Aaroniero.

As we learn in SS arc, Rukia has a major guilt complex over the death of her mentor Kaien Shiba. At this point in the story she is the only person who blamse herself for her death. almost everyone else blames either Ukitake or (eventually) Aizen. 

So when Jarface pulls this: 

It is, as The Chieftain says, a significant emotional event. and once the battle actually starts, he pulls out Nejibana. 

Everything ay-ay-ron-ni-row does is ment to undermine Rukia’s resolve and will to fight. And it works! 

he fights her with the face of the person who taught her everything. how to comunicate with Sode no Shirayuki, her world view, her approach to being a shinigami, which she then imparted in Ichigo. Everything Rukia is in her mind, is due to Kaien and the futurerama espada knows this, and twists the knife at every opportunity. 

thus we get this:

Rukia before this moment even admits she has lost the will to fight, and so her blade shatters, impaled though the torso just like her mentor. 

however, there is an unspoken conversation in the moment between this and activating Shirafune that I wish we got. one between Rukia and her zanpakuto, because whatever Shirayuki said, it helped Rukia pull that last bit of fight left in her to kill the 33,650 hollows in a trench coat. 

now to tie this all together. 

as we learn, a bankai is a true and complete manifestation of the user. as such it cannot be repaired, but at the same time, should at least be incredibly difficult to break in the first place. And while I think normally that Tensa Zangetsu would have resisted the attack by Hachwalth, we larned something very important just before that absolutely rocked Ichigo. 

He’s a quincy. 

He is a member of the same human subspecies that is causing all of this destruction. The same one that is razing the Seireitei, and that it was his mother who gave him those abilities. Ichigo was already running on pure emotion at this point. he wasn’t fighting to protect anyone at that point. he was fighting to kill Yhwach, and when he dropped that?

boom. 

this is also common symbolism in Japanese literature, hell afaik in literature in general. the sword breaking represents the user breaking in some manor. so to see Kubo lean on that symbolism is not suprising, though really adds to these moments. 

[giogama08]

Genie: "You have three wishes"

Me: "I wish to have the full match between Shiratorizawa vs Aoba Johsai"

Genie: "Ok that's a pretty good wish you still have three left, that one's on me"

[damonjuicyscock]

I love your smuts😩😩 could you do a Liam smut that starts with angst and then turns to smut🙏🙏

You requested it lovely, here it is, I hope you’ll like it. It’s based on real events because while watching the Supersonic documentary, there’s a part where Liam and Noel’s father really came and wanted to see them and Liam almost kicked his ass (he wanted to break his legs), well it’s a difficult time. For those who didn’t watch it yet, I advise it to you, we learn so many things and you can see that even if our dear Gallagher brothers acted like cool dicks, they in fact are very sensitive and passionate, they’re really moving people.

Enjoy!

Fucked up (90’s Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90’s Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Angst (It’s kinda painful guys, so hold on, prepare your tissues, or don’t read if it triggers you), fluff, smut (P in V sex, unprotected sex)

Words: 1895

Summary: You’re Liam’s best friend. Liam’s father came in the bar he was in with Noel and almost fought him. He’s enraged. Noel calls you to pick him up because he’s drunk and violent. You try to speak with him, and when you tell him to talk to you, he ends up crying…

It was a peaceful night for you. You were in your Manchester apartment watching TV while eating some popcorn… Well at least after Oasis live. You saw your best friend Liam singing this night, but you left after, because afterparties aren’t your thing. You didn’t see the point in getting high or getting drunk.

You knew your best friend when you were 11. You weren’t born a Mancunian, but it didn’t prevent you to become friends with this dickhead. But this dickhead, you loved him a lot. He had always been here for you, and so were you. He was funny, making you laugh when you were sad, always cheering you up, telling you life was too short to be sad.

Soon during your teenage years, you fell in love with him, but you never told him. He wasn’t the type of man to only have one girl.

It was a peaceful night for you until you received a call that would change everything forever.

At first you didn’t answer. But the person calling you was insisting, so you answered, bored.

-Y/N speaking… -Y/N, this is Noel -Oh hey, missed you since earlier. -I would have loved to joke with you cock, but this isn’t the right moment to do this. We have a big problem, and you’re the only one who can solve it.

You sat on the edge of your couch, worried.

-What is it? -It’s our kid, he really needs you right now. -Why? -Something bad happened Y/N, I’ll tell you when you’ll be here, but you really have to come quickly. -I’m on my way.

You put socks, shoes, and jacket on and left your apartment, joining the band in the pub they were in.

When you arrived, Bonehead was outside smoking a cigarette, waiting for you.

-Y/N, he’s inside. -What happened? -It’s their old man, he showed up here, Liam has lost his fucking mind. Oh fuck.

You ran inside the pub. You knew Liam hated his father more than anything. But you were also worried about Noel. Noel and Paul had been victims of their father. Let’s say, you didn’t know what you were going to find in here.

When you saw Noel, you went towards him.

-Noely, I’m here. -It’s… -I know, Bonehead told me. Let me take care of this. Are you okay? -I will be when me brother will be. -I’ll do everything in my power. -You’re the only one who can soothe him Y/N. -I also know that… you answered, sighing

Liam was there, fist clenching, a look of death in his eyes. He had a bottle of whiskey in front of him, and he threatened that if anyone was taking it away from him, he would break it on their heads.

You sat next to him, laying your hand on his.

-Li’… It’s me, it’s Y/N, everything is fine now, I’m here. -He showed up here. -I know. -I could have killed him. I wanted to. -No you didn’t, do you know why? -Why? He rasped at you -Because you know he's no match for you, you're better than him, he's nothing. A man who beats his wife and children is nothing more than a fucker, but he isn’t a man.

Liam looked at you, eyes full of hope.

-You’re right… -Let’s go to mine’s. You need to get out of here, the environment won’t help you. -Ca… -Yes I don’t mind, take the bottle with you, as long as you don’t puke on my carpet.

You both got up, and he followed you. You saw blood on his hands. He had been clenching his fists so hard that his nails digged in his hands and it made him bleed.

You crossed Noel’s gaze and he mouthed a “Thank you”.

*

Once you were at your place, Liam sat on your couch, still stunned by the events.

He was drinking his whiskey automatically, as if his body was here, but his mind wasn’t.

-Li’ ?

He didn’t answer.

You sat next to him and took his hand in yours.

-Li’, talk to me, please…

He looked up at you and broke into tears.

You never saw Liam like this before, and it was heart-breaking. Tears also invaded your eyes, and you took him in your arms. His wrapped around your waist, as he was painfully crying and sobbing uncontrollably against your chest.

-Everything was fucking fine before he showed up. -Shhh, I know Li’, I know… -why does he have to fuck it up every time? He fucked us up, Noel is… He…He was terrified and… fuck!

Liam got up and threw the whisky bottle across the room, which went to break on the ground.

He threw other things, it was just furniture, but still.

His rage was coming out in sobs and screams.

Seeing Liam like this was unbearable for you. Tears started running down your face as well.

You came towards him, you knew he could possibly slap you accidentally in the process, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t leave him like this.

You managed to catch his wrists in your hands, and he looked at you, his face red, tears on his face and in his eyes.

You felt him soften at your touch, his arms wrapping around you, and his head falling on your shoulder.

-I’m Soz… I’m so soz Y/N… -It’s okay Li’.

You took his face between your hands; his eyes were closed.

He sniffed, and you wiped his tears away with your thumbs.

His eyes reopened, and he put his hands on yours, looking at you deep in the eye.

You stood like this for a few seconds, both your breaths shaking before latching his lips on yours, kissing you passionately.

You responded to his kiss, something you dreamt of before. But was it really the good moment for this?

You had no power over this and let him kiss you. His tongue asked for entrance, and you let him in, your tongues melting together.

After a few seconds, he stopped kissing you, out of breath.

-I love you Y/N. There, I said it. -Li’… -You’re not forced to answer, I just wanted you to know. You’re the only one who can soothe me pain. -Maybe, but am I the only girl? -Yea, yea you are, me only bird.

You kissed again and he took your pyjama tee off. From here, you were gone into something else.

Liam lifted you up and sat you on your dining table, his lips sliding to your neck, peppering it with kisses.

You knew he was desperate, but if you could relieve him of his pain by letting him do this, you would.

You weren’t even sure he really loved you. He was drunk, maybe these were just drunk words.

Your hands went to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them.

When you did this, Liam decided to put his hands inside your pj trousers and inside your knickers, his fingers rubbing your clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

It was only passion now. Nothing else but you two existed in this apartment which was previously cold and filled with sorrow.

He slid your trousers and knickers off you, before sliding his and his boxers right after he did to you.

You laid on the table, and Liam aligned his tip with your entrance, and entered you without warning, making you both moan in unison.

He let you adjust to his size and kissed you again, passionately.

You nodded and he started moving, his length sliding in and out of you.

-Fuck Y/N…

You responded with a moan.

All that mattered was this right moment, you’d been waiting for it for a long time now.

You didn’t know if he really meant what he previously said, but it’s like he was proving it to you, and proving it to himself.

Was he treating you like all the other girls? Was he doing it with them like he was doing it with you? Was it different?

So many questions were running through your mind, but they were disappearing during the act.

Your legs wrapped around his pelvis, making him go deeper inside you.

Liam was moaning and grunting. You loved to hear him sing, but these noises were the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard in your whole life.

His right arm wrapped around your chest, bringing you to him, and kissed your lips.

His left hand held yours, still moving his hips against yours, bringing you to oblivion.

He started hitting your G-spot, making you scream in pleasure and your walls contract around him.

-Fuck Y/N… This is so good…

His pace became erratic, a fine line of sweat sliding from his forehead.

You never felt this before. Was it because you had sex with only men you didn’t love? Was love bringing something more to this?

-Y/N… look at me.

You did as told, looking at him deep in the eye. You were about to cum, and you could tell he was close as well by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier.

He kissed you again, with a passion you weren’t used to.

-I want to see you… I-I-I want to see you when you’ll cum. -You will -Nah…I mean…I want to see y-your eyes. Keep your eyes open…please… -I’ll…Try…

Your walls convulsed more and more around him and your heard him moan loudly. His thumb went to rub your clit and you were lost.

You were only moans and gasps now, trying not to close your eyes.

You were making faces, your orgasm being really close now.

-Li’… -Me too me girl, me too, let go.

You let yourself go, coming around his shaft, your legs shaking around Liam’s pelvis and your body trembling.

Liam was holding you tight and this threw him over the edge.

He came inside you, painting your insides with his hot seed, grunting your name and watching you.

His head fell in the crook of your neck.

You took a few minutes to catch your breath. Liam kissed you again once he caught his.

-Li’… I wanted to tell you… You know, I love you too. I’m just…I’m just scared Liam. -What are you scared of? -You love women and women love you. I’m afraid of not being the only one. I just hope I wasn’t some… -Shut yer’ cake hole, this is bullshit. When I say I love you I mean it, right? I don’t know, I’m still inside you and you’re already talking bobbins. Do I have to ask you? -Ask me what? -If you want to be me only bird? Be me only bird and I’ll be your one and only. -If you ask so kindly, yes Liam. And I promise as your only bird, to protect you from him and to soothe you when needed, to love you… -Hey, you’re me bird but we’re not married yet. But thank you for this, it goes straight to my heart.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

In Bloom: Alpha!Geto x Fem!Omega!Reader

synopsis: take a look at this ask

wc: 2.9k

tw: NSFW

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Omega.

The lowest of the low.

You look at your reflection and ask the universe why you aren’t at least a beta. But today you and the other omegas would be passed off to various available and willing leaders of the pack, chosen only by scent.

“It’s not so bad,” your best friend, Geto Suguru, chimes in at breakfast, assuaging your fears. He’s an Alpha, but you know he wouldn’t choose you. You two were too close to consider being part of a household together; you had been best friends since you were young, and that was the extent of it - well, that’s what you knew was true. It’s not what you wanted to be true. “Plus, sometimes you’re not picked for mating, and you meet your mate later. It’s just an easier way to distribute enough people to avoid overwhelming each house.”

“The sniffing test sounds worse than it actually is,” your sister, Marie, chuckles, nudging her beta husband, Yuta. “You’ll see what I mean later.”

And later came sooner than you thought, you realize, standing in a room with the four other omegas in the pack who haven’t been claimed yet and are of age. Nostrils are flaring, eyes are dancing around, and your head is clouded with the smells of the other betas and alphas in the room in front of you.

“No one here is pleasing to me,” Nanami crosses his hands over his chest, looking at the head of the pack with disdain. Gojo shrugs, looking over the four of you with passing interest.

“Anyone?” Toji Fushiguro steps forward, eyeing you all carefully before picking Mei Mei, a small little thing that would definitely be dominated by him inside and outside the bedroom.

“I’ll add Mei Mei to my group.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, thankful that you wouldn’t be the one Toji picked. It was every girl’s worst fear - well, until he satisfied you in bed, of course. Rumors of his prowess in bed were enough to make any omega tense up, and he was famous for not having a single complaint come from his household about polyamory. In fact, both of his mates - Gunnar and Elizabeth - were some of the kindest and heartwarming people you had ever met, despite being mated the weapons handler for the pack.

“I’ll take Haibara,” Yuki, another Alpha, announces. You look over at the man - who had been waiting patiently for this moment - as he joined the only person he loved in the camp. Yuki’s choice had not been unexpected at all. But now it’s down to you and Urahime, and you eye her with curiosity. Would Geto choose her? Or would Gojo take her? Urahime was an introvert, and not really suited for being the head of the pack, so obviously--

“Urahime,” Gojo holds his hand out, and she shuffles toward him, her hair hiding the blush creeping up her cheeks. You look over to Geto, who smiles and crosses his arms over his broad chest before nodding at you.

But wait--

“Come on, y/n.”

Wait, but wasn’t he-- didn’t he say--

Aren’t we just--

You’re still dumbfounded as he walks you to his - now your - home, which isn’t too far from yours. Geto didn’t have a mate, nor did he have anyone else in the house. That was why he spent so much time with you and your sister in your home.

“Just see this as the main house,” Geto announces as you climb the stairs behind him. “We can bounce between your old one and here if you’d like.”

“Wait,” you finally murmur, finding your voice. “Why did you choose me? Was it because I was last?” Geto turns around, raising a brow as his hand lingers on the doorknob to his bedroom.

“I would’ve picked you first if we hadn’t cast lots to see what order we would go in. I lost this time.” He swings open the door, and you see the room has completely changed from what it used to be. What used to be a bachelor’s pad with flannel sheets, LED lights, gaming consoles, and a massive TV on the wall has become a light-filled room with grey curtains, cotton sheets, a bookshelf, and two comfortable chairs by the unused fireplace instead of swivel chairs and a banner that covered up the brick enclosure.

“You redid the room…” you breathe as you walk past him, and he smiles a toothy grin, watching you take in the transformed space. “All of this for me?” You touch the comforter, and eye the row of candles beside a wooden desk - all things that weren’t there before.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Am I here just to take care of the home? I understand if that’s the case. I’d be happy to--”

“Let’s talk about it over lunch,” he murmurs, and you jog to the kitchen downstairs. Your sister is already there, apparently coming in through the side door that’s closer to your former residence. She’s just finishing up making pulled pork sandwiches, and you help her set them on the dining room table.

“Not so bad, huh?” she laughs at you, and you shrug.

“I mean, staying with Suguru and helping out until he meets his mate is enough for me,” you smile, placing a bag of chips onto the table. Your sister raises her brow but says nothing else while you work. When you finish setting the table, you all take your places and begin to eat, the silence deafening. You glance at Geto, hoping he will explain your duties while you stay here, but he just looks at Yuta, who glares back at him.

“Just spit it out, Suguru,” your sister gripes, and Geto sighs, placing his sandwich back on his plate.

“So, y/n. I know today you joined my household, and I want to tell you why.”

“Sure,” you shift in your seat, placing a chip in your mouth before Suguru announces,

“I want to be mated to you.” Saliva and chip pieces create a blockage in your throat, and you cough, eyes falling to your lap as your sister pats your back roughly.

“Me?” you finally croak, still choking a little. “Are you sure? We’re friends, Geto, not--”

“I would hope that would come with time. But I wanted to know if you would stay with me. You can say no and move back into the house with your sister; I won’t be hurt.”

“It’s not like you would be doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” your sister adds. “All of this will be at your pace.”

You scoot your chair back, and whisper, “I need some time to think.”

_____________________________________________________________

Your time to think about everything lasted more than one night. It lasted almost a whole two weeks, you realize when you look up from your wooden desk. Geto had given you the room to yourself, choosing to huddle on the couch downstairs or retreat to his study when necessary.

You hadn’t really touched on the prospect of mating with him the entire time, not wanting to betray your feelings for him as a big brother, but the part of you that saw him as a handsome and caring man (and potential mate) wouldn’t go away. Actually, it just grew as you cohabitated with him and learned more about him.

But today would be especially difficult, you remember, rubbing your thighs together. You look over at the collections of pillows and one stolen hoodie from Suguru’s closet. You try your best to avoid being near him because you know what kind of overdrive your heat would throw him into. So you stayed in your room for most of the time, using the master bathroom, and only coming out to eat when you knew he left to run an errand. Your stomach growls angrily, and you clutch at it, hoping Suguru would go out for lunch and leave you so you could grab food and just be left alone to decide what you want to do if anything. You pick up your phone and frantically text your sister:

SOS, need food

Within a moment, your phone buzzes and Marie replies:

Can’t you ask Suguru?

You furiously type:

No! Last day of pre-heat.

Seconds later, a knock at your door startles you so bad that you almost leap out of your seat, and you call out, “Yes?” The door opens to your dismay, and Suguru peeks his head in, his wet hair and grey shirt appearing first. Should’ve locked the door.

“Marie told me to check on you, are you…” He examines the nest of blankets, pillows, and the stolen hoodie, and the confusion in his eyes vanishes. “Oh.” You try not to grimace, but he closes the door behind him, retreating down the stairs then reappearing with a carton of juice and a bag of trail mix.

“I keep these around, just in case,” he explains, then walks out of the room. “Lock your door,” he warns, then shuts it behind him with finality.

_____________________________________________________________

The knob jiggles in the middle of the night.

That’s when you know your heat has started.

“You okay in there, y/n?” Suguru murmurs, lips pressed to the crack of the door. You shift the large blanket off of you and wipe the sweat from your face.

“I’m fine,” you croak and rub your face slowly. “Just tired.”

“L-let me know if you need anything.” You hear him slump against the door and slide down, effectively blocking any and all exits. “Do you want to go home to your sister?” he calls out, and you groan.

“No.” You didn't want to inconvenience your sister and Yuta in this way, and she’d already snitched on you once in hopes that your heat would push you and Suguru together.

“Sure you don’t need anything?”

“N-no.” You whisper, and he falls silent, no doubt attempting to figure out how he can get on the other side of the door. No, you still had to decide. If you held out for long enough, you’d find out that his feelings were just figments of your imagination, and Geto couldn’t be interested in an Omega like you. He needed a Beta, a beautiful one that could match him in every way. You’re not that woman, and you could never be.

“Y/n…” You perk up at the way he whines your name, and inch closer to the door. “Let me in. Please.”

You hold a hand to the smooth wood, closing your eyes and letting it fall to your lap.

“You need a strong mate,” you answer, shaking your head. “I’m not the right one for you.” You stare at the doorknob with longing. You could open the door and let him in, but what would happen when he moved on to someone better? You’d be crushed, settling into the reality that you’re just a replaceable Omega.

“I don’t want anyone but you. No beta or other omega could be perfect for me. Not like you are, y/n.” When you don’t answer, Suguru murmurs, “Remember when we were in the park when you got your first heat?” You nod, even though he can’t see you. “I swore you knocked me flat on my ass right then and there. I knew I didn’t want anyone else from then on, but I had to fight Gojo once you ran off with your sister to go home.” He chuckles, as if this happened yesterday and not when you were seventeen, which was five years ago.

Your hand is reaching for the doorknob before you can stop it, and you unlock the door, anticipating Suguru to burst in and ravage you. But when he opens the door, he walks in slowly, taking stock of you on the floor and in an old t-shirt of his. He’s still in a grey shirt and joggers from before, his hair pulled back like always.

When he crouches down to face you, you’re shaking - whether it’s from fear or from excitement, you can’t tell. Either way, when Suguru places his hand on your cheek, you feel all of your nerves drift away. He taps a kiss to your nose, then tilts your head up to kiss you on the lips, holding you close by the neck. Once he’s done kissing your mouth, he trails below your chin, lips making a path to your collarbone.

“Get this off me,” you moan, and he flips his shirt off of you, tossing it into your nest before lifting you and taking you to the bed. He lays on top of you, spreading your legs wide while you jerk your hips up to meet his palm.

“I know you want to go fast,” he breathes, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “But let’s go slow. Take our time, hmm?” You whine, a fire building in the pit of your stomach while he smooths his fingers and lips over your skin. “I’ve waited for this for years.”

“Please take me now,” you plead, and Suguru shakes his head, diving past your underwear and sliding a finger into you easily.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You don’t know how you got so turned on, but damn Suguru is going incredibly slow. You grunt in displeasure and your hands feverishly push down his joggers, letting his hard length spring free without hesitation. Suguru is taken aback at your show of aggression, but he follows it with his own, taking his teeth and raking them up your leg.

“Can’t hold back, huh,” he wonders, finally shucking his pants off. The dark-eyed Alpha removes your underwear and spreads your legs, pumping his cock a few times before nestling into your heat. You both give a loud groan of pleasure, which rocks you to your core as he sinks into you before pulling out, then thrusting back inside of you. You keen as he angles his hips so that your hips are meeting him easily without a single ounce of resistance.

“Please, Su,” you whisper, holding him close as he fucks you senseless. A haze settles in over you and you’re lost, wandering around aimlessly in your mind as he continues to pump into you. There’s no pain, no fear, no nothing. Just you and Suguru mating in your bed with abandon.

A stretching feeling fills you towards your entrance, and you pant, feeling even more full than before.

“S-Suguru…” you hiccup, but he hushes you, still pushing into you as his hand ghosts over your cheek.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay…” His fingers are shaking, but you don’t know why. Even so, something in you shifts, and you feel the burning fire roaring to life in your stomach. You grip him a little harder and cry out his name, which makes him lean forward, mouth open. At first, you think he’s going to kiss your neck, but when you feel his teeth graze a sensitive spot and then press down, you know what’s happening immediately. His scent explodes tenfold and you do the same, biting into his neck with equal pressure and feeling a trickle of blood run from the spot after a while.

The feelings that flood in are incredibly overwhelming, and you suddenly lose all sense of time, space, and knowledge. A loud exhalation is ripped from your throat, and Suguru echoes your sound a few moments later, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

A few minutes pass, and he’s recovered considerably, the mark on his neck still fresh with blood but not as red. His knot has only gone down a fraction, but you don’t mind. Your thoughts are like water and mist, just flowing past you easily, nothing sticking for too long.

“Talk to me,” Suguru whispers, but you can’t reply, your mind landing on one word, but then ghosting it away as soon as you go to speak it. All you can do is rest in his arms, nuzzling him close and closing your eyes.

BONUS:

As you rest with your back against Suguru’s chest, he’s making that sound while rubbing your swollen stomach. The sound is like a croon - bordering on a purr - and whenever he does it, it soothes you to the point of sleepiness. Your pup is tossing and turning despite Suguru’s soothing motions, and you wonder what your pup would be for a second before Yuki and Haibara appear in the backyard.

The sounds of greetings from the other pack members echo around the large space, and you watch them hand over a plate of uncooked steaks to Yuta, who is busy flipping the meat on the grill. Yuki approaches you, hands out to touch your bump as Haibara chats with Gojo and a two-year-old Yuji.

“I say it’s an Alpha by how much it keeps you up at night,” Yuki speculates, and you laugh, praying to God you wouldn't have a mini-Suguru running around the house any time soon. Gojo would very easily snatch him (or her) up and train them how to be “the strongest”, which wouldn’t bode well for your doors or kitchen cabinets.

“I’ve been telling her it’s an Alpha,” Geto chimes in, and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Are you going to also tell Yuki here what you said about the Fushiguro’s son?”

“What?” he asks innocently. “I only said Megumi would make a great Omega.”

“And Toji told you to eat shit.” Yuki leans back and cackles, holding her stomach.

“Sounds just like Toji.” You let the two alphas continue their conversation, tuning them out and watching Megumi run across the grass with Yuji and Nobara.

“You know, there’s only one thing worse than a curse user,” You hear Gojo mutter to Toji, and the green-eyed man nods.

“Yeah, a child.”

[harleysarchive]

Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot

Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost Pairing: Corspe x reader Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.

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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, I’m sorry if it’s annoying and I don’t know if it’s shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D

You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldn’t do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote “you are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/n” and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.

He won’t see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!

You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.

You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.

I can’t believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I don’t think he is.

You opened the message and it read:

“Thank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot 🖤”

You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.

Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.

“Thank you! I can’t believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Can’t wait for more content from you!” You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.

You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and we’re dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!

“That's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)”

“Omg I’m gonna die” you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.

“Yay can’t wait! I will be glued to the screen!” You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.

Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote “you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love y/n” and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.

“”you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love (y/n)” thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.”

The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!

The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!

“I hope you liked the stream today :)” he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy. 

“I did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.” you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.

“Thanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.”

“Not at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber 😊”

 “Well I’m not a big youtuber... but it’s nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word I’m sending you.”

You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago. 

Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain must’ve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didn’t really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didn’t want to annoy him with spamming his dm’s either - but you really, really wanted to.

Corpse POV.

Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.

I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?

“Yooo, care to hang out today?” Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didn’t answer me back. Well I know why, but I didn’t like that the conversation were over so quick. 

Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.

“Hey man, you okay?”

I snapped out of my thought and looked at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Except from the usual shit.”

“You sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Not even the kind girl from your streams?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Not even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you haven’t talked to her there?”

Fuck...

“Who is she?”

“A fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess that’s over...”

“What did you say to her?”

“I sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.”

Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It must’ve hurt his head. 

“You idiot... You can’t expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...”

“I know, but I got nervous.”

“Are you following her?”

“No... Not yet at least.” I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didn’t dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button. 

Your POV.

You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him. 

“Welcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see 😅”

You could see him typing something.

“I very much do ;)”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldn’t stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :D 

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Gone Too Long |Shikamaru x Reader|

Summary: Not having his partner around begins to toll on Shikamaru

Word count: 3k

Lady Tsunade was assigning weekly chores to all the Shinobi who had yet to be assigned a mission. Usually these tasks were reserved for Genin, but this week had been slow for the village. Many Chunin and Jonin were left task less aimlessly patrolling the village.

"Shikamaru, you'll assist Iruka at the Academy for the remainder of the week."

Shikamaru let out a long dreadful sigh before muttering "What a drag, that's so much work." Just above his breath.

Shikamaru complaining was not out of the ordinary, but him complaining in front of the Fifth Hokage was and everyone took notice. Lady Tsunade slowly looked up from her journal with her eyebrow slightly raised. She was offering Shikamaru a chance to apologize before she completely ripped into him like she often did with Naruto. But all he did was smack his lips and cross his arms against his chest.

"Forgive him Lady Tsunade, he gets like this whenever y/n is gone on a mission." Ino announced proudly as a devilish smile graced her lips.

The other ninjas futilely tried to suppress their laughter but soon the whole room erupted into a uncontrollable fit. Even Lady Tsunade's scowl had turned into a humorous smile. Shikamaru's face began to turn beat red as his fellow shinobi teased him.

"So that explains his nasty attitude this whole week. Me and Akamaru knew there was something up with you!" Kiba laughed after Akamaru barked, agreeing.

"I bet his attitude will change once he gets some... special attention" Tenten snickered.

This even warranted a light chuckle from the stoned face Shino Aburame.

"Special... Attention?" Naruto mumbled completely lost. as usual he wasn't paying any attention and the joke had gone completely over his head. Kiba leaned over and explained the joke as clearly as he could. It took Naruto probably a full minute before he caught on and laughed with the rest of them.

Shikamaru grumbled under his breath, but didn't argue. As much as he hated to admit it to his friends, not having you around severely impacted his day to day interactions. He was constantly irritated because he didn't get as much sleep with you gone. The side of the bed where you usually reside seemed like a gaping hole with you not there, and no matter how much tossing and turning he did he was never comfortable.

He was frustrated that he couldn't come home to you after a long day of working with idiots. Even if you did nothing but tell him to give his teammates a break he missed the sound of your voice soothing him. He missed laying in your arms while you lectured that not everybody was a genius like him. At this point he would settle for your hands just gracing his.

And most of all he was distracted by the crippling fear that one of these days you might not come home to him. Shikamaru undoubtedly knew that you could handle yourself. Yall had spared a couple times and you'd come close to beating him more than once. But the idea of not being there to protect you often left him feeling helpless.

With these thoughts constantly running through his mind, it was difficult to focus on the seemingly mundane tasks he was often given. To be honest the only times he wasn't thinking of you was when he was on his own missions, and even then his thoughts were reserved for keeping his squad alive and staying alive himself specifically to see you again.

"Well you'll be glad to know she's coming back today, I'll be expecting you to be in a better mood tomorrow!" Lady Tsunade teased before shushing the crowd and returning to give out assignments.

-

Just as Shikamaru had thought working at the academy was the exact mindless work he dreaded so much. They could've put him with the younger children, given him a challenge, well at least that's what he thought. Instead he supervised a group of kids around the ages of 9 to 11. These children were no stranger to Shikamaru or his legacy, actually any shinobi rumored to have amazing talent or great potential was a topic of discussion amongst the children in the academy. The stories they've heard of Shikamaru and the Nara clan as a whole were impressive enough to earn their respect. In fear of potentially earning themselves a bad name with someone they could possibly call their squad leader once graduating, They gave Shikamaru absolutely no problems.

"Shikamaru Sensei... is it true you forfeited your last match in the Chunin exams?!" A little boy shouted across the blacktop as he and a large number of his classmates came rushing towards the lazy uninterested ninja.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I told you, Idiot!" A young girl exclaimed, hitting the previous boy in the back of the head with a scroll she had. "He was running out of Chakra and knew he couldn't finish the fight!"

The young girl's confident proclamation surprised Shikamaru. Every ninja in the village knew the story, but very few knew the reasoning behind his actions. Usually the only ones who accurately recounted the story were those who saw the match with their own eyes.

"Who told you that?" Shikamaru inquired.

"Y/n Sensei told our whole class the story the last time she came to the academy, had all of us try to figure out why you'd throw a match that you practically had won. She said it's her favorite story to tell students who are about to graduate."

"Yeah she said it's still the most amazing match she's watched during the Chunin exams, even now!"

"She told us that if we wanna be half the ninja you are, we always have to be thinking two steps ahead."

Shikamaru couldn't stop that infamous smirk from creeping onto his face. He loved hearing that you spoke to your class about him, that you even bragged about how talented he was, even if it was to a bunch of children. You admired him not only for the person he is, but the ninja he's become and that was a great honor to Shikamaru.

"Look, it's y/n Sensei, she's back from her mission!" The little girl from before yelled pointing over at the village's entrance. All the children fervently yelled your name in a vain attempt to get your attention. The academy laid on hill that allowed them to peer down at the entire village, though they could see you, you could not see them.

Shikamaru acting as if he too were one of your students rushed to the fence to see if they were correct, if finally the love of his life had returned home. Sure enough right alongside Kakashi and Tsume there you were. Your smile is as bright as ever despite having a few minor scrapes and bruises. Butterflies filled the pit of Shikamaru's stomach and what was just a sly smirk had turned into a full blown smile, teeth and all. He's heart fluttered, but skipped a beat at the same time it was like he had seen you for the first time.

"Go ahead, class is wrapping up anyway!" Iruka whispered over to him.

Shikamaru was stunned, he was so entranced by the sight of you he was completely ignorant to his surroundings. For the first time since he graduated from the Academy he had let Iruka sneak up on him. Your being gone had even a greater hold on him than he initially thought. He needed to see you right now.

He thankfully patted Iruka on his back before darting off toward the exit. He knew you'd first go to Ichirkau Ramen to pick up dinner for the two of you, a tradition set in place to celebrate a successful mission. So if he could move quick enough he could make it to the flower shop and back to the apartment the two of you shared before you. He did not want a cold empty uninviting apartment to be what greeted you once you returned home, especially after seeing you had endured wounds while on your mission. Honestly he didn't want you to have to worry about a thing.

Once he fumbled into the door, he immediately began to prepare for your arrival. He lit every candle he could find and arranged them around the perimeter of the bathroom while the water for a hot bath drew. He even went as far as to place rose petals in the water. Something he never understood but knew you would appreciate. When that was handled he placed one of his t-shirts on the counter and dimmed the lights. He could hear your footsteps approaching down the hall.

His nonchalant nature made it absolutely impossible for him to display any type of excitement or anticipation willingly. Due to this he sprinted back to living snatching up a book that was left on the coffee table and pretended to read it as you walked into the room.

He lowered the book just below his nose being careful to conceal the wide tooth smile he had behind those pages.

"You're home." He announced very casually.

You laughed. He never exceeded those two words when it came to welcoming you back, never a "I missed you" or "I'm so excited to see you" always those two words. When you first started dating such a dull response hurt your feelings, you wanted him to be jumping for joy to see you. Now the promise of hearing those two words was the primary motivation in completing your missions.

"And look, ramen!" You squealed slightly shaking the bag.

Shikamaru glanced over at the bag then returned his gaze to his book. You scoffed slightly offended, this was your favorite part of coming home, pigging out on loads of ramen after eating forest food for a week. Shikamaru knew this! He'd let you recite the details of your mission to him while he attentively listened, it was when you explained all the scrapes and bruises you inevitably always returned with.

"Go get cleaned up so we can eat." He demanded eyes still glued to that stupid book.

Your face fell, that childish giddy smile now wiped clean away. Shikamaru had never had a problem sharing at least a quick meal with you before you hopped in the shower. You were well aware of the toll half a day's walk had on one's body, but was this your boyfriend's crude way of telling you, you smelled. You sat the ramen on the dining room table not bothering to suppress the pout on your face.

Shikamaru got a glimpse of your expression out the side of his eye and immediately felt guilty. Perhaps there was a better way of getting you in the bathroom to see his surprise for you. One that hadn't made you feel so self conscious or small. For such a genius he made some stupid mistakes.

He placed his book on the coffee table to meet you in the kitchen. Bypassing the food he snuck behind you, creeping his arms around your waist before planting a small soft kiss on your cheek. Shikamaru snuggled his head into your neck before speaking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so crass." He mumbled against your skin. "But I do have a surprise for you in the bathroom."

You perked up at the mention of a surprise. A wide grin sneaking on your lips as the scowl you held earlier dissipated. Shikamaru had always been a thoughtful boyfriend even if he was so coy in his interactions with you. He'd fill the apartment with roses for your anniversary , then downplay the extravagant act when you walked in the door. He once planned an entire surprise birthday party for you just to spend the entire night proclaiming he barely did anything. You were excited to see what considerate display your partner had put together this time.

You let out a small gasp as you walked into the romantically decorated bathroom. The dim candles created such a relaxed yet intimate ambiance to the entire space. You chuckled some at the rose petals. Despite the countless lectures both you and Ino had received on how pointless it was to pick the petals off of roses when a person could simply just give their partner a bouquet of roses, he still included them in your warm bath.

"Shika... you didn't have to do all this."

"It was nothing." He reassured disregarding the full speed sprint from the academy to the Yamanaka flower shop, then to the apartment. "Here let me help you."

Shikamaru assisted you in removing your garments. He knew how even the smallest tasks could bring out the failure's in your body after such a long mission. Something as simple as slipping out of a pair of cargoes seemed like a feat to a body so sore from what felt like an endless battle. He let you grasp onto his forearm before dipping into the tub and sinking shoulder deep. The warm water against your ailing body felt almost euphoric. As usual Shikamaru knew exactly what you needed.

Of course your generous boyfriend could not stop there, running you a bath was not enough. He was going to bathe you himself too. Tenderly rubbing the dirt and grime from every cut and scrape on your body.

"How'd you get this one?" a question he asked ever so often. His tone is always dull and irritated.

Shikamaru hated to see you covered in bruises. You called them a causality of the job, but to him they were just a sign that he wasn't there to protect you. He would try to ignore the small ones, but any that seemed too deep or painful he felt obligated to inquire about. Although he never liked the answer. That's probably why wiping away your wounds was so therapeutic for him. If he couldn't prevent the pain, at least he could alleviate it now.

"A shuriken hit me, cheap shot." You huffed.

Your boyfriend's face didn't soften, in fact you were sure you saw him actually grimace at the mention of you getting hit. You wondered why he even tortured himself asking questions he didn't want the answer to. Nonetheless you weren't going to let some small injuries ruin your first night home.

"Rumor around the village is you missed me a whole lot while I was away. "

Shikamaru's cheeks instantly flushed as he averted his eyes away from you. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as a few unsure chuckles fell from his mouth. He was searching for the words to say.

"I ran into Naruto at Ichiraku's, he said you had such an attitude with all of them. Heard you even snapped at Lady Tsunade you missed me so much."

"Damn, Naruto!" He mumbled underneath his breath. "You mess up my whole routine when you leave!"

You let out an exaggerated sigh at the tired excuse.

"Give it up Nara, you missed me!"

Reluctantly the shadow ninja accepted defeat. He laced his now wet hands with yours and brought them to his lips. He planted a trail of endearing kisses up your arm to your elbow before gently returning your hand to the soothing water.

"I'm a mess when you're not here. I swear you occupy so much space in my brain, I can't even think straight. I miss you so much."

The revelation caught you off guard. Maybe it was his lustful entrance of finally having you home after a month, but Shikamaru very rarely was this vulnerable with you. Such words blossomed butterflies in your stomach. It was as if Shikamaru was confessing his feelings for you for the very first time.

"I love you so much y/n."

"I Love you too."

The two of you feel into a comfortable silence. Shikamaru stood to grab you a dry towel. Reluctant you feel deeper into the water, Although drawing colder you couldn't imagine getting out the tub just yet. After all it had been weeks since you allowed yourself to be pampered in such a way. You wanted to savor every moment.

"God, this feels so good." You moaned in pleasure.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at your blissful proclamation, that infamous smirk plastered on his face. He approached the tub, abandoning the towel on the counter, and kneeled behind you. He snaked his hand up your torso, fondling you some before they landed at your neck. You'd have let out a small gasp if the familiar feeling of his fingers lightly squeezing your throat hadn't completely knocked the air out of you. He kissed his way from behind your ear down to the base of your neck.

"I can make you feel better."

-

The next morning the two of you found yourselves in Lady Tsunade's office, along with your comrades. As usual the Fifth Hokage was assigning daily tasks, when her eyes fell upon Shikamaru. His demeanor was clearly different from yesterday, His hands had returned to his pockets and his scowl had been replaced with a content grin.

"You seem to be in better spirits Shikamaru." Tsunade announced inquisitively. "I assume you've resolved that issue of yours?"

The other shinobi snickered at her insinuation. The attention made both you and Shikamaru look down at the floor hoping it would open up and consume you two whole. Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck, eyes closed before answering.

"Yes Ma'am."

[mcyt-imagines]

hi! love your writing! could you possibly do dating headcannons for technoblade?! possibly including some kissing/cuddling :)

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’m finally on break so I’ll be posting a little more frequently for now! Also I got very carried away with this one,,,, um,,, it’s almost 4,000 words long,,, can you tell Techno is my comfort streamer?? And gender-neutral pronouns as usual! (Edit: This is C!Techno btw, didn’t think I needed to point that out seeing as we all know the actual streamer is not a bloodthirsty half-piglin man but I just got an angry anon in my ask box, so I’m specifying.))

Dating C!Technoblade HCs

Techno being half piglin shares their obsession with gold, and in turn, likes to gift you gold as often as he can. Usually, in the form of jewellery that matches his own, he even gifts you a ‘friendship’ emerald, embedded in a choker you wear most days. And of course, if you ask for it, he makes sure to acquire a crown for you to match his own. As a man who forges his own weapons, he is aware of the process of smelting and sure, he could make the jewellery himself but he’s not very crafty with his hands. Dealing with the small potion vials he uses to brew is difficult enough for his large hands, let alone something as finicky and delicate as jewellery. But when he’d asked you to make your relationship ‘official’ per se, he did persevere and make a ring for you, he ended up making several and scrapping too many he didn’t think were good enough. This continued until Phil had to intervene telling him that if he wasn’t gonna hurry up and ask you he was gonna do it for him, mortified at the thought Techno buckled down and despite the ring’s faults, which were only obvious to him, he gave it to you. You adored it of course, and then he told you he had made it, and it only made you love it more. Techno had underestimated how he would feel when he finally saw you wearing it, he almost killed Phil. The two had been sparring outside in the snow when you had come riding up from the nearby forest, the ring on your finger glinting against the early morning sun and stunning him. Him blindly thrusting his sword forward, head completely turned to you as you approached. Only turning away when he noticed your horrified expression. Thankfully Phil was fine, but you were banned from flashing anything too shiny whenever you came to visit. Techno never heard the end of it from Phil and yourself, however, teasing him for it whenever you had the time.

Techno is a man of few words, for the most part. His love language leans closer to physical touch and acts of service. This man craves your touch, you can hold him so gently in your small hands and he can hardly describe the feeling that washes over him. He wonders if he feels contentment, or if he just feels whole for once. The latter terrifies him because he has no idea what he’s going to do if he ever loses you. That’s a lie. He knows what will happen. The voices will finally win, and it’ll be over. He’ll be lost in the consciousness of a mind that was never truly his own, to begin with. But when you hold him he forgets about all of it, his mind feels clear and quiet. Even if it's just for a few minutes he cherishes those moments, holding you tightly to his chest and simply letting himself breathe. You are his rock, undoubtedly. And now that he’s lived without you for so long, he never intends on letting you go.

Techno’s favourite way to cuddle with you is when you’re both lying on the couch, you draped over him, head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll read to you and sometimes you’ll lie with him for hours, begging him to take a break for once. Even Phil can’t pull him away from his work on his worst days, but you never fail to tempt him with warm cuddles by the fire. Another one of his favourites has to be when every blue moon you wake up before him, he’s quite a light sleeper so once you stir, he’ll wake too. But if you manage to remain undetected and get downstairs he will groggily trudge down the ladder, shirtless and hair an absolute tangled mess. Without a word he will simply wrap his arms around you, pulling your back tightly against his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck all whilst grumbling that you left him alone to wake up. You will always giggle and apologise with soft kisses and a steaming cup of coffee, of course, he begrudgingly forgives you. Those slow morning cuddles as you cook are some of his favourites. When you desperately try to scoot around the small kitchen to stop the eggs from burning and he merely holds you tighter, strength easily holding you back as you whine out complaints as he chuckles against your neck.

Techno is such a sucker for you whenever you kiss his scars. He has a few on his hands that you will always target if you ever feel if he is getting quiet or distant. Your lips on his skin always pull his spiralling thoughts back to the present, back to you. Whenever he starts to feel less than human you practically drag the man to your shared bedroom to remind him of how human he is. Sometimes Techno will tell you the tales behind the scars you pay particular attention to, others he won’t, you focus on those the most. Doing your best to lighten the dark clouds that plague him on his worst days.

Techno isn’t one for a lot of PDA, content to hold your hand and occasionally kiss your forehead. However, if he ever feels threatened by any of the other members of the SMP he is likely to hold you close and glare down anyone who dares look your way. But Techno isn’t intimidated by anyone at the moment, meaning he has no reason to act particularly possessive whilst you’re out. This man adores your hands, he loves watching how small they look in his own. He’ll kiss along your knuckles, especially if you’re wearing the ring he gave you, he’ll murmur a soft, ‘Looking gorgeous your majesty.’ Just to watch the way you smile brightly at him when he does, almost always leaning forward to meet his lips with your own.

Techno is plagued by the memories of his past, the voices a constant reminder of this. He can handle them during the day, but it’s at night when he’s most vulnerable to them. The first time Techno wakes from a night terror you are practically thrown out of the bed as he violently jerks around. Which instantly sets you on alert, Techno sleeps like a rock usually. It’s only when you manage to stand up that you can see him, his body is caked in sweat, strands of his long hair sticking to his skin, the sheets are even damp from it. ‘Techno.’ You try to wake him, knowing he’s a light sleeper. But that doesn’t work. Eventually, you cautiously climb back into bed, tenderly holding his face in your hands, noticing tears slipping down his cheeks as he practically trembles. ‘Techno.’ You call his name again, nothing. ‘Techno!’ He shoots up, sending you flying backwards again in case he threw a punch with him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out. You’ve never seen him look so terrified before, he scans the room, eyes darting every which way until his eyes finally land on you. ‘A-Are you okay?’ You probe, the tears start again, but they are silent and run quick down his cheeks. His breathing is shallow and quick as his eyes seem to lose focus, looking straight through you. You move closer to him, ‘Hey, hey.’ You coo, unsure what the hell is going on because of course, Techno wasn’t going to tell you he has night terrors. You take his face in your hands again, wiping at the tears on his skin. ‘Techno you’re safe, you’re okay.’ You speak clearly before he pulls you closer, shoving his face into your chest, his arms tight around your middle. You wrap your arms around him as best you can, repeating comforting phrases until his grip loosens, and eventually, he pulls you back down to lie with him. You don’t ask him about it until he mentions it the next morning over breakfast. You hold him close as he talks, face emotionless and eyes blank, trying to distance himself from the events even as he retells them. You deserve to know the atrocious things he’s done. And yet you still choose to stay. Even after everything he tells you, you don’t budge from his side. That speaks louder to Techno than any confession of your undying love could.

Techno is a wanted individual and just by interacting with him, you’re put in danger. But being his partner doubles that danger by tenfold. His enemies will see you as his weakness and desire to use you against him. So, he takes it upon himself to train you, he knows the last thing you want to do is be the cause for his capture or untimely death. As much as Technoblade claims he never dies, if it were your life or his he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. This terrifies you beyond belief of course, so you agree to let him train you. No matter if you already are somewhat skilled Techno’s paranoia surrounding your safety will always encourage him to push your skills further. Most early mornings the two of you spend together, sparring for hours until the sun is high in the sky or until you grow too exhausted to continue. Which in the early days, was often. But there comes a day when you finally best him. He doesn’t remember if he was going easy on you or was distracted by his surroundings, scanning the perimeter. He only remembers the moment you knocked him down onto his back, you look down at him panting with such a shocked expression. Techno looks up to you and holds out an arm, you take it ready to pull him back up only for him to pull you down with him. Techno holds you tight to his chest, the sun warm on both of your faces as it reflects upon the surrounding snow. Neither of you speak but you both understand what this means, you’re ready.

Techno isn’t one for grand gestures to prove his love to you. The man is dramatic, sure. But he finds himself yearning for simplicity, and you provide it. He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often, he is a man of few words, you’ve always known this so you never expected it. However, his actions scream it to you. Countless times you have mentioned small complaints about little things in your life and Techno takes them on as if the draft in your window had a personal vendetta against him. As if it had threatened your very life. You’d never seen a man fix a window frame so aggressively before. It was funnier to watch than you’d admit to him if given the chance. On one particular occasion, you mentioned his absence from the cabin, his explanation of the importance of the Syndicate and the new room Phil and himself had constructed. You understood and didn’t mention it again, not thinking anything of it but a necessary and temporary inconvenience. Only for Phil and Techno to be set up at the kitchen table when you came downstairs the next morning, the table covered in tattered books and coffee spill-stained scrolls. You were confused for a moment, spotting the Syndicate plans, codenames, etc sprawled out in Phil’s chicken scratch. Until it clicked. Hauling all of the stuff up from the Syndicate room had been a bit of a pain but the way your eyes lit up in realisation was more than enough for Techno to know it was the right choice.  

This man cannot keep a secret from you. Most may think he isn’t very talkative, but you can hardly get him to shut up sometimes. Not that you’d ever want him to, eager to listen to whatever he has to say. He will always come to you when he feels he needs advice, knowing you will offer a fresh perspective that may give him the breakthrough he needs to make an informed decision. You are his rock and he never wants you to forget that. He may be more talkative with you but that doesn’t stop him from being a fantastic listener. Sometimes he can get zoned out when the voices become too much. In the beginning, you found it difficult to tell when he wasn’t able to listen, but after being around him for so long you’ve got a better knack for it. And sometimes you can’t and you keep talking, he’ll just silently press a hand to whatever part of you is easiest to reach. And that usually gets the message across. Sometimes you can pull him out of his own head, and other times you can’t. So you just sit with him in comfortable silence, usually, you’ll place your smaller hand in his and lean into him. The two of you have fallen asleep countless times like that.

However, sometimes the fact he can’t keep a secret from you leads to some comical miscommunication neither of the two of you foresaw. Phil, Techno and Ranboo had left for around a week in search of a new woodland mansion to raid, following one of Ranboo’s countless maps. Upon their return, Techno seemed visibly, off. He wasn’t being distant or getting lost in his own head, it was more as if he were actively avoiding you. Which was something very un-Techno. What made your worry increase tenfold was when you asked Phil if he had noticed any kind of difference the blonde merely shook his head. “He seems normal to me, mate.” Because there’s no way Phil didn’t notice Techno’s change in behaviour, which means they’re both hiding something from you. Knowing the two men quite well, you knew they wouldn’t break. But Ranboo would. So with your head held high, you sought out to find the boy, only to find out he was staying in Snowchester for the time being but would be returning in the morning. That night thoughts of self-doubt plagued you, wondering if it was something you had said or done that made Techno act strangely. But just as the moon was reaching its zenith, Techno came into your shared bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow him, after putting on some snow appropriate outerwear the two of you were on the back of Carl headed towards the forest’s tree line that faced the cabin. You asked Techno where you were going his only response, “It’s a surprise.” And to say your heart soared would be a slight understatement when the two of you finally reached the forest clearing. A small candlelit dinner for two inside of a dark oak gazebo. One that looked as if it had only been finished recently, the veneer on the wood still in impeccable condition as Techno led you over to it. You were truly floored by this display, stars illuminated in your bright eyes. “Phil and Ranboo helped. We brainstormed on our way back from the woodland mansion. And I, I knew I’d spill the secret the moment you asked. Sorry.” His apology and explanation are curt, much like the man himself.  You hold him tight then, arms wrapped around him for as long as he’ll let you. He chuckles after a while, “C’mon, the food’s getting cold.” He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling your chair out for you because Phil told him to. The blush you provide lets him know he should do it more often. As the two of you begin to finish your food you hear the soft strumming of a guitar and an equally soft voice to match. Floating atop one of the branches in a nearby tree, as if he were trying to sit on it, is Ghostbur. He sends a small and quick wave when you spot him before his hand drops back down to his guitar. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops for this, huh?” You look back to Techno to find him now stood up, offering his hand to you. “For you. Anything.” You take his hand and he leads you into the middle of the gazebo with a grace you always knew he had. Ghostbur continues to serenade, the two of you dancing in your own private world until the moon was low on the horizon once again.

Whenever Techno leaves to go and fight he knows you worry about him. You do not doubt his skills but his luck is bound to run out eventually. Skill and resources only account for so much of the outcome, luck and fate determine the rest. Techno worries when he leaves to fight as well. He worries about what will happen if he ever loses. When his enemies will come for you, his past now liable to catch up with you as well as himself. He can’t have that happen. That’s why he keeps fighting, he won’t stop until he knows that if he ever falls in battle you will be safe from his enemies past or present. When Techno eventually does get back from the battle, without fail you will swear up and down that he cannot keep doing this and that next time you’re going to leave him to bleed out in the snow on the porch. You never do. But some days Techno thinks you’d be better off if you did. But those are the kind of thoughts you happily kiss away with a soft smile and a few gently spoken words. You are always the one to patch him up when he’s injured, which isn’t often but you remain swift with sutures and bandages despite that. No matter how badly he’s been injured you will always hold him so reverently, with such a gentle expression that it never fails to floor him. Most sessions in which you patch him up devolve into soft gasps and warm hands on your body to repay you for your ‘services’.  

Techno knew you were different from the moment he met you. He acknowledges how stupidly cliché that is, but it’s true. The constant chatter of the voices in his head drowned out the first time he saw you, even if it was just for a moment. They stuttered and stammered, just as he did. You floored them as much as you floored him. When you were with him, they would quieten. As if they wanted to concentrate on what you were saying as much as he did. Not even Phil made the voices act in such a way. Only you. Nowadays they only bother him on certain bad days that grow more and more infrequent the longer you are in his life. You drown them out in a way nothing else in his life ever has. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay you for that but vowing to be by your side for the rest of his life seems to be a good enough start for the two of you.

The first time Techno tells you he loves you is when you’re in battle together. Techno, Phil and yourself had decided to raid a woodland mansion, something all three of you had done before with no trouble. But upon arriving, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. This led to the three of you becoming separated within the confines of the thick wooden walls. You were managing to keep a level head but fear was growing in the pit of your stomach. With every vindicator you took down another only seemed to replace it, leaving you tired and heaving for air. You were in good shape all things considered but you were getting tired and soon you would get careless, you needed to find Techno and Phil and get the hell out of here before things got worse. Your totem of undying tied tightly to your waist glints against the setting sun pouring through the large floor to ceiling windows as you charge past, enemies remain at your back as you plough forward heading for the set of stairs you know are here somewhere. As you spot the sacred stairs you hear a shout of pain followed by a deep snarl. You look over the stairs balcony to see Techno swarmed by a group of stubborn Vex. He looks exhausted. Bloodstains him, you’re unsure whether it’s his, the enemies, or a combination of the two. Techno fails to notice the Ravager charging towards him from behind, the axe raised high above its head. The half-piglin far too distracted by the Vex and the aiming of his crossbow at their stupid little bodies. It takes only a moment for you to vault over the second-floor railing and plummet towards the Ravager. You land on its shoulders and it stumbles, your hand shoots out to restrain its axe-wielding arm. The other hand desperately clawing at you as it grumbles and groans grow high pitched and panicked. Your legs wrap tightly around its throat until you hear a sickening pop and you fall to the ground along with the now very dead Ravager. You don’t manage to catch yourself, despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You let out a soft groan as a hand comes into view, Techno following it. You take his hand and he hauls you back up and onto your feet. Now that you’re closer to him you can tell that some of the blood staining his clothing is his, but you’re sure you mirror his look. He doesn’t let go of your hand now that you’re stood up and neither do you. You look up from your entwined hands to his face, he’s staring at you with an expression you can’t quite determine. “Tech-“ His lips plant firmly onto your own, swallowing your words instantly. He grips the small of your back, trying to pull you closer into him as if the two of you could fuse into one single being. When he finally pulls away to let you breathe your lungs are burning, soft gasps heaving in air. “I love you-” He mumbles the phrase repeatedly against your lips like a prayer, a mantra, only to capture your lips again before you can even respond to his confession in kind. Eventually, the two of you break apart long enough for you to be able to tell him you love him as well. You knew he loved you before that moment, but in reality, he finally realised how much he loved you. And for the first time, it didn’t scare him.

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A NEW WORLD - PART ONE (UPDATED)

A Quiet Place 2 Fanfic

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place 2) x Fem!Reader

Summary: This story will follow Emmett and the Reader before and after the invasion. Each Part will be about 1,000 to 2,000 words long and take place on a particular day (as listed on each part).

Warning: Mild Smut, Age Gap, Alcohol Abuse, Spoilers for AQP2

***

DAY: 41 DAYS BEFORE THE INVASION

It was a sunny Saturday evening and you were out watching the local baseball match. Your half brother Lucas was playing and, as usual, your mother was unable to take him to the game.

Ever since your step father had passed away two years ago, she became addicted to alcohol, drinking moonshine in the early hours of the morning.

Your younger sister quickly moved out when she turned 18 but you couldn’t leave your step brother behind. He was only 12 years old and too young to care for himself.

Most of your mother’s income support payments were spent on booze and you were fortunate enough that your stepfather’s life insurance payout covered the remainder of the mortgage on the house.

In order to buy food for yourself and your brother, you had to work hard. You’ve been attending an educational program in town to become a midwife and, at the age of 22, you almost completed your studies. Your goal was to move to Georgia with your brother and make a new life for yourself.

But little did you know that life had other plans in store for you, beginning on that particular day, at the baseball game.

***

‘Hey Y/N’ you heard from behind you and you quickly turned your head only to see your colleague’s husband Emmett sit there with his son Max, watching his other son Henry play alongside your brother Lucas.  

‘Oh god Emmett, what happened?’ you asked as you saw his hand covered in bandages.

‘This? It’s nothing. Just a hunting accident’ Emmett explained and you recalled Nora telling you that he had been away for several days with two of his friends causing a major fight between Nora and him.

You haven’t seen Nora since and what she didn’t tell you that day was that, following the fight, she decided to take a break from their marriage.

Nora was your supervisor at the hospital where you were doing your work experience hours and she was rather difficult to deal with whenever she and her husband had a fight. She loved him and he loved her, but in recent months their marriage was going through some ups and downs and you could see that she was obviously needing some time to revaluate matters.

‘Did Nora take a look at it. The bandage needs to be changed. It doesn’t look right Emmett’ you said concerned as you took his hand into yours, evaluating his injury. You had done about three units of nursing before changing over to midwifery in your course.

‘Nora is out of town, visiting her sister’ he explained and you couldn’t help but give Emmett a sorry look. They were fighting again you thought and it had become a frequent occurrence.

‘Perhaps when she comes back, I should look after Henry and Max again for you guys and you can take her out on a date or something’ you suggested. You frequently babysat for Nora and Emmett to make some extra money.

‘The truth is that we are taking a break for now. But, if things change, I would gladly accept your offer’ Emmett smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. In your opinion he was a nice and incredibly attractive man. He was also a fantastic father to Max and this was something you picked up on immediately when you first met him several years ago through Evelyn and Lee whose children you also frequently babysat.

You also knew that Nora and him had met over twenty years ago. They were high school sweethearts. Everyone saw them both as the perfect couple but their relationship was far from being perfect.

Just over a year ago you heard rumours that, about two years ago, Nora had a short-lived affair but Emmett forgave her. He was a family man and valued his marriage. His sons were everything to him and leaving them would never have been option for Emmett.

He was incredible and you found it difficult to admit to yourself that, over the past two years, you were developing a little a crush on him.

***

About an hour later, the game had finished and you suggested to Emmett that he comes to your house so that you could have a look at his hand.

Your house was a short five-minute walk from the baseball field and Emmett agreed reluctantly after you told him that your mother wasn’t home.

He knew what state your mother was in and he would not have exposed his sons to her constant swearing and antics when she was drunk.

When you arrived at your house, Emmett’s sons and your brother went to play outside in the garden with your brother’s new soccer ball which you had bought him for his birthday while you looked through the medicine cabinet to find some more bandages and some betadine.

‘Have you considered admitting her to rehab?’ Emmett asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, besides which was a large plastic box with several empty bottles of spirits.

‘That’s the plan. I want to take Lucas to Georgia as soon as she is in rehab’ you explained as you carefully removed Emmett’s bandage.

‘This will hurt’ you then went on to say before cleaning his wound and applying some betadine.

‘Fuck’ he complained as you were rinsing out the wound and, after you were finally done cleaning it, you placed a fresh bandage over his hand.

‘You need to keep this clean alright?’ you said with your hands still holding on to his hand while you looked at him with a warm smile.

This was the first time you noticed how blue his eyes were, a shade of deep shimmering blue just as the sea and just as the depth of the ocean, you could get lost in them.

‘Thanks’ he nodded, not bothering to pull his hand away from you as you were staring at him.

‘Nora is one lucky woman’ you sighed as you finally collected your thoughts and let go of his hand.

‘Why? Because she finally is getting rid of me?’ Emmett laughed but knowing exactly what you meant.

‘No that’s not what I meant Emmett. In fact, I think she is crazy thinking about leaving a man like you’ you said shyly and with flushed cheeks as you looked down at his hand once again.

‘Right’ Emmett chuckled and, just as he did, you moved one of your hands over his cheeks.

‘Don’t doubt yourself Emmett’ you said before, slowly and tentatively pressing your lips onto his.

He didn’t retract, nor did he pull away as, for a short moment, he allowed the kiss. Your lips were soft and sweet and he couldn’t recall the last time another woman had kissed him.

Eventually, you broke the kiss at your own accord and Emmett looked at you as if he had seen a ghost. He was surprised by your actions and his eyes were full of questions.

‘I am so sorry’ you then shuddered while Emmett was still speechless.

‘I should go now’ he quickly said, unable to even look at you after what had just happened.

‘Emmett?’ you said as he got up from the chair next to yours. ‘I am sorry, really…I shouldn’t have’ you said somewhat flustered.

‘Y/N, it’s fine. Let’s just forget about it, aright?’ he smiled as he ran his hand over your shoulder in the way a friend would.

You nodded just before he left but the truth was that you couldn’t forget about it. This kiss stayed with you for the rest of the day.

***

Just as the evening had arrived and you were sitting in your bed, reading yet another novel you had borrowed from the library, you imagined yourself with Emmett.

This wasn’t right, you thought. You should not be thinking about him the way you did. He was a man twice your age. But you couldn’t help it and your imagination was running wild.

His lips were on yours, his fingers roaming over your body and you simply couldn’t go to sleep that night until you satisfied your needs with the small vibrator you kept in your beside table.

‘God damn Y/N’ your inner voice tried to reason. But you wouldn’t listen to it until you found your release that night which is when, finally, you drifted off to sleep.

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