#anywho seriously I’m so lost right now

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Developed the absolute worst migraine at work today, the kind that makes your limbs shake and your body shut down, so I got home from a full day at work at 4:00pm and immediately stripped my uniform off and crashed in my bed, still covered in train grease and promptly passed out

Woke up at 7:00pm and it’s now 7:30pm and I feel like I’m in the fucking twilight zone, like, for example, the nap was so misplaced and intergalactically heavy that I woke up thinking I was Jaskier and that I was in an inn and had to travel soon with Geralt off to God-knows-where

[strawhatkia]

sunspot lover.

INCLUDES ! zenitsu agatsuma x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship hcs for zenitsu

WARNINGS ! demon slayer!reader, mention of killing (demons), cursing, me slandering zeni a bit cause he’s an idiot, lowkey crack treated seriously, me having to do extra research to figure out how a black person’s hair would survive in the taisho period with fucking demons, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k

A/N !  repost from an old account ! i love writing for zenitsu despite the slander i give him, dude's a really good character! now onwards my beautiful black zeni luvr, read and enjoy!! (present a/n: honestly i'm down to write a drabble on the hair part where zenitsu helps you grow it back and it's symbolic and everything...i just might do that)

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yup! this is YOUR silly, goofy ass man right here!

can't even deny him with the way he follows you around like a lost puppy

now as much I slander him, I do love him and his personality.... no really! i do!...he's just a lil extra sometimes

everyone was shocked when he bragged about copping you…or however they say it in the taisho era…what is it? courting you? 

how did this silly fool who can’t even stand on his own two feet at times, get someone as beautiful and as strong as you? 

but anywho, you do love zeni with all your heart no matter what anyone says

tanjiro was slightly confused (as everyone else was too) but glad that his friend had found a partner and inosuke…could careless, he just wants to fight but you’ll grow on him

meetin’ nezuko with him was too much for his lil girl crazy heart to handle; “two goregous girls!! in the same area as me!! this might be heaven!!” 

remember how he was chasing nezuko around? yeaaaa.....he’s doing that to the both of you now...

“zenitsu, sit down somewhere and stop chasing us you fool!!” “aw, don’t be like that! you love me, we’re together! and me and nezuko are good friends, aren’t we?” *concerned nezuko noises*

once he gets you in his hold, he’s not letting go for anything, not even for missions to which you scowl at him for

“ahh~ you smell so nice and you’re so warm and-” “zenitsu we have to go! you know, to kill the demons?” “noooo!~ i wanna stay here and cuddle with you!” “…..”  “HEY! WHAT’S WITH THE FACE!! DON’T MAKE THAT FACE- ALRIGHT! FINE! I’M GOING!!”

don’t be too harsh, he really cares about your opinion of him and, at times, finds himself getting insecure about your relationship

it's not that he truly cares what other people have to say about your relationship but it does hurt that he hears it a good chunk of the time

just gently hold his face and tell him that you love him very much, he really needs it

be careful though cause he’ll get really dramatic and loud and go “ha! you hear that guys! my girlfriend thinks i am amazing and she told me loves me!” or go bright red and now you have a koala that is determined to cling to you, crying into your haori

…a drama queen but he’s your drama queen

he’s can’t ever keep his hands to himself and absolutely loves PDA 

now listen sis, you gotta make a choice during meetings; it’s either you let him stay clinging to you and kinda disrupt the meeting or restrain him….but he’ll look like you just tore open his heart drama queen

please at least let him hold your hand or he’ll get worse as the meeting continues and now he’s just depressed

he is really dependent on your affection, you can get him to do anything and i mean anything

“zenitsu, if you go in there and kill at least two demons then i promise to hold you the entire night when we sleep” *he’s a new man now…a man with purpose, a man with dedication!* “for you, my love, anything.”

.... yea, it’s definitely that serious

speaking of sleeping, he loves sleeping on your chest, close to your heart with his ear right on top of it

with his super good hearing abilities, he likes to listen to your resting heart rate to fall asleep and it works like a charm

he listens so closely that everything else drowns out, it's his favorite sound in the whole world second only to your voice

he memorizes what you’re heart beat sounds like and uses that memory to peacefully fall asleep when he’s away on missions

or conversely, he taps his chest in the same rhythm as your heartbeat when he needs help calming down during missions

he could hear your very presence and immediately know it was you since he’s memorized that as well

“ Oh heeeyyyy y/nnnn!” “zeni, how did you know it was me? i was 15 feet away from the door.” “i memorized your resting heart beat so I just knew it was you!!” *heart squeeze*

during missions, it truly is the thought of you that gets him through the worst of it and immediately after he's done, he's rushing through most of japan to get back to you im sobbing pls he's so cute

he has a knack for doing and saying romantic shit randomly and not noticing how smooth he really is

“you know…i really love you and i’m glad you’re still with me. I want to spend a long time with you, whether it be killing demons or just settling down, i’d follow you anywhere”

now imagine he said that with a nice, warm smile and soft eyes, looking directly at you

and now all of a sudden, he's a lil poet im-

he just…loves you very much and is a total simp

now onto the part i am dreading…wash day

face it, we are in the taisho era in 'ye olden japan', ain’t no conditioner or shampoos or products at all made for your hair

HOWEVER!! there is aloe vera and many different herbs you can find and thank god for that!

just ask shinobu for help on making it and voila! you have shampoo and conditioner made from aloe vera and other herbs that shinobu herself made!! do not worry black woman, your curls are saved!

with that being said, zenitsu heard about it and when you explained to him that your hair is different and requires more care, he was on top of it!

whenever your products are running low, he's the first one to go to the butterfly mansion to ask for a refill! especially, if you've gone on a mission, he diligently checks those bottles to see how much you have left and makes sure they're full before you come back

he had always loved your curls, always playing with it to help him calm down or just as a stim

learning to take care of your hair was actually quite simple although he did mess up a few times but nothing you can’t fix 

he really loves to take his time brushing out all the knots and absolutely loves when you melt into him anytime he massages your scalp during shampooing

he really loves to take care of you no matter but doing your hair is like his favorite pastime, you're relaxed, safe away from demons, and he feels like he's filling out his boyfriend role

when you guys have time, you both sit together and do finger coils or twist each curl and then he’ll sit with you on a windy hill to help it dry or just fan you until it's dry enough man of dedication

he really loves wash day and counts down the days since you last washed your hair to make sure he's there when it is time to wash it

even if you're a lazy natural, if you let him because he really really really really wants to, he'll just do your hair by himself

but for plot sake, let’s say you both go on a mission and you're forced to cut your hair short because it's caught in a demon's grasp

whether it bothered you or not doesn't really matter because he is pissed

fun fact! in 'ye olden japan', a girl's hair means a lot but mainly that they are loved and cared for so when cut, it basically means that that she has been banished or rejected from her home to the streets

now to put that all into context, zenitsu is livid and worries that people will think you're loved at home by him. that demon gets the beating of a lifetime before it's killed but even then he's really upset and blames himself

it's a whole thing but he just really cares about you is all.

but to wrap it all up, he’d do anything for you and to this day he always thanks you for staying with him and for loving him the way you do, he appreciates you more than you think

oh! and when he saw gramps again, he told him everything about you and as he was leaving, he declared “hey, gramps! by the time i come back, the girl i was talking about will be my wife and then you’ll get to see her!! i know you’ll love her!!” 

i’m so fucking soft

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[lu-vin-it]

2 | Letters From The Living

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Series Masterlist

Summary: You've always loved journaling. It's a hobby you keep even after the world turns upside down.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon × Reader

Pronouns Used: None

Word Count: 1,306

Warnings: Death, typical twd stuff

A/N: Ty @spnczr and @stqrluvr for proofreading ily guys sm!

So... Dr. Brenner tried to blow us up so we left the CDC. That was earlier. We’re sleeping in the vehicles right now. Well. Supposed to be. Shane is on watch and I don’t trust him. Anyways, nothing else new to report considering it was literally yesterday that I wrote. 

I miss Brad today. 

Carol, Andrea, Dale, Ric, Lori, Carl, T-Dog, Glenn, Daryl, Sophia, and Jenny. 

I think the universe hates me. We were scavenging for supplies on a highway when a herd of walkers passed through. One of them chased Jenny off into the woods. I’m worried sick. There’s this pit in my stomach and it won’t go away. What if she’s gone? She’s only fourteen. She can’t be gone. Not my little sister. 

Everyone is looking for her. She got run off the road yesterday. We split up, Rick, Carl, and Shane went off on their own. Then some lady came up to us on a horse and took away Lori saying Carl was shot. I’m worried about him too. He’s a good kid. Carol has been trying to console me, but I think I’m broken. 

Anywho, after the lady, (her name is maggie) took Lori, Glenn took T-Dog (who is injured) to the farm Maggie lived at. Everyone else stayed back to sleep in the RV. I’m pretty sure Daryl and Andrea went looking last night too. We left in the morning to go to the farm too. Daryl swears he’ll find her. He’s really sweet. I feel bad for ever thinking he was just some hot headed hick. The farm is nice. Jenny is gonna love it here. 

Same survivors. + Maggie, Hershel, Patricia, and Jimmy.

Daryl Dixon is a sweetheart. He gave me a flower in a beer bottle. It’s a Cherokee rose. He said that it’s a symbol of hope from the Cherokee mothers who lost their children along the Trail of Tears. I hugged him and called him sweet. He was freaked out I think.

Same Survivors.

Daryl found Jenny!!!!! He almost died while doing it.. but he found her!!! They came back earlier. She was practically carrying him, he had fallen onto a bolt. He was pretty out of it but he told her where to go. Then when they got back Andrea thought they were walkers and tried to shoot them. She missed Jenny but grazed Daryl. He’s okay. Thank god. I’m really proud of Jenny. I think she’s proud of herself too. Obviously she’s traumatized, but everyone has been telling her how amazing it was that she survived out there alone and she’s been smiling a ton. She hasn’t left my side. Or maybe I haven’t left hers. I don’t know. I’m so happy. 

Same survivors. 

So there were walkers in the barn. They used to be the Greene’s family or friends but at one point they each turned and the Greene’s have been keeping them in the goddamn barn. Glenn told us this morning and Shane threw a fit. He got all the weapons and stormed it. As much as I wish I could blame him, I don’t. I even shot one of them with Dad’s gun. 

Speaking of guns, we had a shooting practice yesterday. I’m actually a pretty good shot. So is Jenny. I guess it’s in our blood, Dad used to love his shooting ranges. I miss Dad. And Mom. And Brad. Ugh.

Same Survivors

Um so.. we now have a hostage in the barn. This kid Randall. Rick, Glenn, and Hershel came back from the town with him tied up. His leg was seriously injured. The group is at a crossroad trying to figure out what to do with him. Some want to kill him, other’s think that Rick should just drive out and drop him somewhere. I don’t really know where I stand. 

Also, Lori got into a car accident trying to get Rick home. Apparently she’s pregnant too. Drama. I feel like I’m back in high school.

Beth has been in sort of a shock-like state since the barn. Apparently her Mom was one of the walkers. (That’s also why Hershel, Glenn, and Rick were in that town. Hershel went to the bar and Glenn and Rick had to retrieve him. He wants us to leave.. I don’t think we’re going to.) I’ve been helping watch over her. Jenny too. Jenny liked her a lot, they’re closer in maturity than Jen is with Sophia.

Same Survivors. 

Andrea is crazy. She basically told Beth to kill herself. I’m shocked. I haven’t spoken to her at all since. Beth is okay, thank god, but someone has to watch her 24/7 now. 

Also, Shane and Rick almost let Randall go, but for some reason, they returned with him still in the truck tied and gagged. Daryl had to torture him. I think Daryl and I had a little moment too. I was patching up his wounds and for a second it almost looked like he was going to kiss me. Is it bad that I wanted him to? I feel so guilty about it. All I can think about is Brad. I know he’d want me to be okay without him, but would he want me to be with someone else? Am I crazy? Ugh. 

Same survivors.

We lost the farm. Everything happened so quickly. Dale died, then Shane killed Randall, then Rick killed Shane. The barn was on fire, and a giant herd attacked the farm. Jen and I just barely made it out with Glenn and Maggie. We met up with the others at the highway Jenny went missing on. Daryl and I had another moment. He hugged me really tight when he saw me. I hugged him too. I was really relieved to see him. I’m still really relieved to see him. 

Andrea didn’t show up at the highway. I feel awful. She’s probably dead and I was so rude to her.

I’m scared. We’re all infected (oh yeah! We all carry the infection. If we die, we become walkers.), we have no shelter, Lori is pregnant, and it’s almost winter. I am running out of optimism. 

Glenn, Maggie, Hershel, Beth, Rick, Lori, Carl, Carol, T-Dog, Carol, Sophia, Jenny

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[ren-is-ur-gfriend]

Okay so, to be honest, I started this account years ago as a way to be an undercover cringy person (teenager ofc 🤨😔). Well, news flash, I’m still very much a teenager, but good news is that I’m nearly at the exit mark :D

So, since the plague of mental illnesses have caught me in its web too, I am a writer! A good one? I wonder. But eeeh, here’s a poem so you can judge the fuck out of me and give me some realness. (Seriously, judge me, please man :() <- weird shape huh

ANYWHO HERE’S A POEM (picked at random from my notes app):

Aren’t we all just distant reflections,

Of a bend of the wave in time?

Yet it remains our affliction,

my merciless attempt to remove grime.

Sometimes you’ll stand in front of a mirror,

only at times when you can stand it;

The memory of it fades to a whisper,

But you’ll still recall the hurt.

You call her name and scream it into existence,

yet apparently she was never here.

Scrambling? You need to find evidence,

But now it’s all so shear.

You’ve lost her, and the scent of what she was.

I’ll plant a tree right here, where I’ll allow her to grow again.

(p.s: it’s called “nostalgia’s a ghost”)

[drkineildwicks]

BH6 Snippets - 2/29/2024

Happy Leap day! Oh hey we made it it's March! :D Now back to my two pages a day with fewer late nights....

Anywho--did more work on the time-travelling Obake sequel (and I think some on season 3 for it too), but in the meantime, more from the episode "El Fuego":

Tadashi was pretty blunt in his opinion of the El Fuego fight. “Seriously?” Hiro demanded as Tadashi put his armor up.  “We’re supposed to let that guy get away with badmouthing Baymax?” “That guy’s opinion doesn’t change Baymax’s purpose,” Tadashi told him.  “I’m not turning my healthcare robot into a battlebot because some jobless wrestler called him out on TV.” “Help,” Hiro said to Obake. “Not acting makes him look the buffoon,” Obake told him.  “The man is full of hot air, there’s no point in inflating his ego.” “Seriously!?  Okay I’m going over to Honey Lemon and Fred they have the right ideas about this.” “On the one hand, it’s nice that we’re agreeing on something,” Tadashi said to Obake.  “Also, Fred, before you suggested the time and place I was trying to talk him into forming a new wrestling league under the Fredricksons.” “Oh dude that would be awesome and I’m sorry I messed that up,” Fred said, popping the lid off his costume. “And we lost Fred,” Hiro sighed.  “Honey Lemon?” “Sorry Hiro, it’s different when it’s outside the ring and people could get hurt,” Honey Lemon said, wincing. “Seriously!?  Does no one agree with me on this!?” “I’m all for solving our problems with violence, but the guy didn’t call me out in public,” Gogo said.  “Probably knew he’d lose.” “Okay we need to talk,” Wasabi told her.  “Because I feel like there’s a fine line between confidence and committing manslaughter.” “If it makes you feel better I take it out on the punching bag over there so I don’t cross that line.” “Knowing you’re aware of said line doesn’t, actually.”

So in canon Hiro takes the insult to Baymax way personal because of him being Tadashi's legacy (which, in reflection, is setting up the second arc being focused on Legacies and puts the rest of season 2 arc 2 into perspective) but with Tadashi alive in this AU he's able to act as the voice of reason and hopefully keep Hiro from dressing up in a mech suit and fighting a guy outside his weight class.

Anyway now that the month's over that's the last y'all will see of me here outside of the occasional art post or fic announcement--see you next year!

[siphoklansan]

hai hai!!! i saw ur event :3 im here to offer a silly 4 interactions hehe

I THINK My shrimpy Yuu, Bida and Anan would be unlikely friends. Anan is an intimidating force that scares mostly everyone, and Bida is a little shit that has the audacity to give even the most respectable and powerful of people stupid nicknames. Plus i think the height difference is comical [147 cm and 186 cm ToT].

You can expect Bida to just suddenly come up running to Anan during break like "AN-AN!!! There you are! Been looking everywhere for you dude!" I don't think Anan would approve of Bida's kleptomaniac ways, but hey! At least Anan isn't one of Bida's targets!

[also as a side note bcoz theyre dormmates siphok having to be the one to reel in bida every time they get carried away basically scruffing them like a baby cat and them having an older sibling/younger sibling dynamic sounds very funny to me]

Good luck w the event!!^^

“Seriously, Bida…” Siphok lets out an exasperated sigh for the 30th time, “You know I can’t always be there to get you out of trouble all the time, right?”

Her hands were situated on Bida’s collar. Anyone that witnessed this scene was reminded of a cat being picked up by the scruff. It would’ve been cute, if not for a screaming third year that got one of Bida’s infamous stupid nicknames.

“You’re lucky Anan’s a huge softie.” Siphok shakes her head, an unimpressed look on her face “Next time, give Sebek a dumb nickname, yeah? I’d kill to see him fuming.”

I planned to make a mini comic where the twst boys’ reaction on Siphok getting turned into a baby. She’d call Anan “An-An” and when I saw this request I’m like AAACCKCKCKSMDKSKDMDODJMS /POS also Anan loves nicknames. He finds them incredibly endearing. As long as that nickname is not something offensive it’s a-ok! He doesn’t mind dumb ones too💓

Anywho- Bida reminds me of a shrimp and his design is so cute sobbing rn💔 I felt like I lost ten years of my life-span when I couldn’t draw his ponytail (is it even a ponytail? I’m not too sure but it looks like shrimp😔 I want to eat some now hsjshsh) I definitely see the friendship dynamic on Anan and Bida and oh lord ajsjdksjdns the chaos-

OC INTERACTION EVENT: CLOSED

[somacruising]

TALES OF THE RAYS: THE GREAT COLISEUM REVIVAL (Final)

All right, guys~ I’m here with the last part of this! Again, thanks to izumi1ori on twitter for letting me use some of their translations to make this even better! I’d also like to thank the people who reblog this and comment for encouraging me to keep this up.

Seriously, it means a lot...

Anywho!

SCENE 7

Announcer: Thank you for your patience. 大変長らくお待たせ致しました。

Announcer: Before the tournament’s finals, we’d like to present to you the old and new champion’s performance—give it up for Tales of Stage. 闘技場決勝戦を前に、新旧チャンピオンの共演によります舞台——テイルズオブステージを上演致します。

Announcer: Please enjoy the show to the end. 皆様、最後までごゆっくりお楽しみ下さい。

Natalia: Oh… What am I to do? ああ……。私はどうしたらよいのでしょう。

Natalia: All this time, all I’ve ever dreamed of was restoring my lost Kingdom of Ispania. That’s why I started working as a phantom thief, the Star of Ispania. 今までは、ただ、失われたイスパニア王国復興だけを望み、盗賊イスパニアの星として暗躍してまいりました。

Natalia: It’s all I wanted, until now. Now, I cannot stop thinking about Abyss Silver, the man who saved my life in my hour of need. ですが、私の危機を救って下さったあの方アビスシルバー様のことが頭から離れないのです。

Asch: —May I join you? ——ご一緒してもよろしいですか。

Anise: Bzzt! You need to say “May I join you, señorita!” ちっがーう！『ご一緒してもよろしいですかセニョリータ』だよ！

Asch: …Tsk… S…señorita… ……くっ……せ……セニョリータ……。

Luke: *loud laugh* ぶほっ！？

Tear: D-don’t laugh at him…! Don’t…laugh. だ、駄目よ笑っちゃ……！笑っちゃ……だ……め……っ。

Natalia: My, aren’t you Prince Asch, from the Kingdom of Kimlasca…? まぁ、あなたはキムラスカ王国のアッシュ殿下……。

Asch: I know who you are, Your Highness Princess Natalia of the Kingdom of Ispania—no, the phantom thief, the Star of Ispania! 私はあなたの素性を知っています。イスパニア王国の王女ナタリア殿下——いえ、女盗賊イスパニアの星！

Natalia: H-how did you know that!? な……何故そのことをつ！？

Asch: I’ve come to you not as a prince of the enemy nation that destroyed your country, but as an emissary of justice, an Abyssman, who cares for this country. 私はあなたの国を滅ぼした敵国の王子ではなく、この国を憂う正義の使者アビスマンとして参上しました。

Natalia: You, it can’t be… You’re Abyss Silver!? まさか、あなたはアビスシルバーなのですか！？

Asch: I am. Princess Natalia, no, the Star of Ispania… I have fallen in l…l… そうです。ナタリア殿下。いえ、イスパニアの星よ。私はあなたをあ……あ……。

Anise: “I’ve fallen in love with you��! Honestly, what are you thinking? 『愛してしまった』でしょ！何今更意識してんの？

Asch: Y-You…! き、貴様……！

Natalia: You…? 貴様……？

Asch: Er, no… —I’ve fallen in l-love with you. あ、いや……。——あ、愛してしまった。

Natalia: My! You also have those feelings…? Is this a dream? When I would think about you, I… まぁ！あなたも私のことを……？これは夢なのでしょうか。あなたのことを思って、私は……——

Marta: “I couldn’t sleep at night, all I could do was cry!” 『私は夜も眠れずただ切なく涙していたのです』だよ！

Natalia: Ah, yes… I-I couldn’t sleep at night, all I could do was cry. あ、ええ……。わ、私は夜も眠れずただ切なく涙していたのです。

Asch: Star of Ispania… イスパニアの星……。

Anise: Yes! Now it’s time for Abyss Silver to embrace the Star of Ispania! はい、ここでイスパニアの星を抱き寄せるアビスシルバー！

Asch: !?

Marta: Then the Star of Ispania will close her eyes and say “Your sincerity to my lips”… Kyah! I’m so embarrassed! そしたらイスパニアの星は、目を閉じながら『あなたの誠をこの唇に』って……きゃー！照れるー！

Anise: And then Asch will give her a big smooch! Now kiss!! そしたらアッシュはここでぶっちゅーって！もうぶっちゅーって！！

Asch: D-Don’t be absurd!? How could I do something like that!? ふ、ふざけるな！？そんなことできるか！？

Natalia: “Something like that”…? そんなこと……？

Asch: Ah, no… that’s not what I meant… あ、いや……そういう意味じゃ……。

Natalia: So what did you mean…? ではどういう意味ですの……？

Guy: Go for it, Abyss Silver! よっ、アビスシルバー！

Jade: Put on a good show for us! いいさらし者ですよー！

Asch: You bastards! Stop making fun of me! てめぇら！人を馬鹿にするのもいい加減にしやがれっ！

Mileena: This is bad. The stage will break at this rate. Emil! Kocis! It’s time! まずい。舞台が壊れるわ。エミル！コーキス！出番よ！

Emil: Huh!? R-right!! え！？は、はい！！

Kocis: I’ll take care of it, Miss Mileena! 任せて下さい、ミリーナ様！

Kocis: Oh, Emil’s my big brother! You’re playing a young, flirtatious man! おっと、エミルの兄貴！チャラい若者がいちゃいちやしてやがりますぜ！

Emil: …I-I think Ratatosk would fill this role better… ……こ、こういうのはラタトスクの方が向いてると思うのに……。

Emil: —Hey! You there! ——はっ！見せつけてくれるじゃねえか！

Asch: Who are you people? なんだ、貴様らは。

Emil: You’ve got some nerve, not recognizing the great Emil of Ratatosk! このラタトスク党のエミル様を知らねえとはいい度胸じゃねぇか！

Emil: And even worse is that red hair. Just as well, we’ll be taking your hair and your woman! チャラチャラ赤毛を伸ばしゃがって。丁度いい、てめぇの髪とその女はいただいていくぜ！

Anise: Wow… Has Emil always been this good of an actor? え……。エミルってば、演技超上手くない？

Marta: I knew you could do it, Emil…! You’re so cool…! さすがエミル……格好いい……！

Asch: How amusing! Very well, try and see if you can! Let’s go, Natalia—the Star of Ispania! 面白い！やれるモンならやってみやがれ！行くぞ、ナタリア——じゃなかったイスパニアの星！

Natalia: Yes! Let’s crush Ratatosk! ええ、ラタトスク党など叩きつぶしてやりますわ！

Announcer: And so, the great battle between the Star of Ispania and Team Ratatosk will now begin! こうしてイスパニアの星とラタトスク党の戦いの火ぶたが今、切って落とされたのであります！

SCENE 8

Jade: The last part of the show was a bit of a mess, but it was very lively. いやー、最後の方はもうぐだぐだでしたが異様なほど盛り上がりましたねぇ。

Anise: It’s all thanks to the edits I made to the script! やっぱりアニスちゃんの台詞のアレンジが効いたんでしょ！

Jade: Your script modification was wonderful, Anise ♪ Thanks to you, we got to see something fun. 素晴らしい台本改変でしたよ、アニス ♪ おかげで非常に面白いものが見られました。

Guy: All right, all right, enough teasing. Asch looks like he’s down in the dumps. おいおい、それくらいにしておいてやれよ。アッシュの奴、あっちで落ち込んでるぜ。

Tear: In any case, I’m relieved we were able to pull it off. The audience seemed pleased. それにしても、お客様は喜んで下さったみたいだし、何とか成功してよかったわ。

Luke: I think Emil and Kocis did a great job! エミルもコーキスも上手かったぜ！

Kocis: Emil, you didn’t switch places with Ratatosk, did you? Your performance was powerful! そういや、エミル様、あれラタトスク様と入れ替わってたわけじゃないんだよな？すげぇ迫力だったぜ！

Emil: I-I don’t know… I was so absorbed in the performance that I don’t really remember what happened. そ、そうかな……。無我夢中だったからよく覚えてないんだけど……。

Marta: It was amazing. You performed so well. You’re the best! 凄いよ。迫真の演技だったもん。キミってやっぱり最高だね！

Asch: …*sigh*…What am I doing? ……はぁ……俺は何をしているんだ。

Natalia: Asch…please try and cheer up. アッシュ……。そんなに落ち込まないで下さいませ。

Natalia: Everyone seemed to be having a great time. 皆様、本当に楽しそうにしていらっしゃいましたわよ。

Natalia: And the Community Association was very enthusiastic about the idea of including a skit like this one before the finals from now on. それにこれからは、決勝の前に今回のような寸劇を入れる方針でいくと自治会の方々も張り切っておられました。

Natalia: Thanks to you, they forgave Marta and I for the food… It’s all thanks to you. おかげで私やマルタの料理の件も許して頂けましたし……。あなたのおかげですわ。

Asch: Natalia… What do you intend on doing after this? ナタリア……。この後、お前はどうする?

Natalia: What? え？

Asch: You heard me. In this world, we’re just manifestations of Auldrant’s presence. We’re mere shadows. 聞いただろう。少なくともこの世界の俺たちは、オールドラントの存在の現し身。単なる影だ。

Asch: There is no way back. All I can do is pray for the happiness you wished for Kimlasca. もう��の世界に戻ることはできない。お前が願ったキ��ラスカの幸せもここでは祈ることしかできないんだぞ。

Natalia: …I know. I…am not sure how I feel about it right now. ……そうですわね。今は……まだ実感が湧いておりませんの。

Natalia: But…I know I miss home, and I want to return. それでも……やはり帰りたいですし故郷が恋しいですわ。

Natalia: I also cannot stop worrying about Van and Eldrant… エルドラントのヴァンのことも心配ですし……。

Asch: …………Maybe here…maybe my body… …………。ここでなら……俺の体も……。

Natalia: Your…body? Is there something wrong with it!? あなたの……体？どこか悪いのですか！？

Asch: No… It’s nothing. It’s just that it seems like we have more time here. いや……。そうじゃない。ただ、ここには時間がある。

Asch: We were all rushing to try and overturn the Score and never had a moment to spare. Right? 俺たちは預言を覆らせるために必死で駆け抜けて立ち止まる余裕もなかった。違うか？

Natalia: …Yes. There was so much happening, all we had time for was dealing with what was directly in front of us. ……ええ。あまりに色々なことが起きてとにかく目の前の出来事に対処していくしかありませんでしたわ。

Asch: If there is truly no way back, we will have to live here. Things may change, but for now, we need to think about the future before us. 帰る方法がないならここで生きるしかない。いずれ状況は変わるかも知れないが、今はここで生きていくことを考える必要がある。

Asch: Just as you have always done. 今日までと同じようにな。

Natalia: —I understand. I’m going to leave this place. Not to another city, I want to go with Mileena and the others… ——わかりましたわ。場所を変えるのですわね。この街ではなく、ミリーナたちの元へ……。

Asch: …It’s better for you. You have friends. ……その方がお前のためにもなる。仲間がいるんだからな。

Natalia: You’re our friend, too. Even if you didn’t think so in our original world, you could come to feel that way here, right? あなたも仲間ですわよ。もし、元の世界ではそう思えなかったのだとしてもここではそう思って下さるでしょう？

Asch: …Luke! ……ルーク！

Luke: W-What is it…? な、何だよ……。

Asch: I’m calling a temporary truce. 一時休戦だ。

Luke: !?

Asch: Mileena, I want you to take Natalia and I with you. ミリーナ。俺とナタリアも連れていって欲しい。お前たちの元に。

Mileena: Of course. We’re glad to have you, Asch and Natalia. ええ。大歓迎よ。よろしくね、アッシュさん、ナタリア。

Natalia: I will do my best to be of service to you. …Unless you ask me to cook. 私、皆様のお役に立つよう頑張りますわ。……お料理以外で。

Mileena: Fufu, you’re adorable, Natalia. ふふ、ナタリアったら可愛いわ。

Luke: Asch, um…do you have a minute? アッシュ。あの……ちょっといいか？

Luke: It’s about what I am, about me being a replica… 俺の正体って言うかレプリカのことなんだけど……。

Asch: You haven’t brought it up to anyone, have you? Then, from now on, you’ll just be my younger twin brother… Does that work for you? どうせ何も話していないんだろう。とりあえずお前は、俺の双子の弟……ということでいいか。

Luke: …And you’re okay with that? ……それでいいのかよ。

Asch: I’m also nothing more than an imitation in this world. But I have no intention of disappearing quietly. どうせ俺も元の世界から見れば模造品だ。だが、大人しく消えるつもりはない。

Asch: If I can’t go back, I will live on here until I can. Even if I have to grovel. No matter what I am, I am an original. 戻れないなら、戻れるようになるまでここで生き抜く。這いつくばってでもな。俺が俺である限り、俺がオリジナルだ。

Luke: …You’re amazing, Asch. ……アッシュはすげえな。

Asch: You aren’t my replacement anymore. So wipe that idiotic grin off your face. お前はもう、俺の代替え品じゃないんだろうが。だったらそんなふぬけた顔をするな。

Luke: …Okay! Let’s do our best, big bro! ……おう！よろしくな、兄貴！

Asch: —D-Don’t push your luck! ——ちょ、調子に乗るな！

[thotsforvillainrights]

HIII I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO SO MUCH I HAVE TO READ AT ATLEAST ONE BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP AND WHEN I WAKE UP EACH DAY LITERALLY YOUR WRITINGS KEEP ME ALIVE

but anywho 😭 can we get some Nemoto smut? Like a smut where he bends the reader over and fucks them till they can’t think properly. (IM SORRY IM JUST MAD HORNY FOR THIS MAN🙏🏾)

(I appreciate you reading my things. It means a lot to me!!! I’d love to deliver some Nemoto content. In fact, one of my dear moots loves him so much that I’m sure they’ll love to see this come up on their feed too😊)

~Sneaking Around~

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-Did you really want to bring him some lunch or were you playing at his heart this morning? He had to raise the question when you rounded the corner wearing his favorite outfit on you. However, the way you smiled at him should’ve been enough to answer his question. This wasn’t something you did often and certainly not publicly like this. Sure occasionally you’d rile him up with a few sexy texts to get his head spinning at work, but never have you ever shown up in person to try and get a reaction out of him. “Have you lost it?” He tried to quietly scold you but his eyes were stuck on your body rather than your eyes so how were you supposed to take him seriously? He was barking his game but you were 100% positive he had no bite. You knew Shin well. By now he was likely either biting or licking his lips beneath that mask as he tried to regain some of his composure. 

-”What? I just wanted to bring you some lunch today? What’s so wrong with being sweet to your loving partner?” You further pressed while taking a seat on his desk and crossing your legs. “Y/N stop it. This is work. Someone could walk in on us at any minute and master would have my head on a stick if he found out. Go back home and wait for me. I promise I’ll tend to your every need and more.” You uncross your legs and watch him move to stand between them, his hands gently reaching to rub and grasp at your upper thighs. Sure a part of him wanted you to listen but the bigger half of him wasn’t as strong to deny you as he wished it to be. “Shin, where’s Mimic?” You tilt your head and ask feigning innocence. He sighed. “Away with the boss and Setsuno’s group doing a shakedown on the other end of town. But don’t you go getting the wrong idea as they should return momentarily.” He lied to you. There was no way they’d be back within the hour. There was plenty of time for you to do exactly what you wanted. Shin likely noticed that you caught him in a lie. It was something he rarely EVER did unless he felt absolutely necessary. So then he pauses to ask himself:

-If I want Y/N back home, why am I letting her/him/them unmask me right now? Why am I so receptive to the way my lover is squeezing their legs around my hips? Why am I feeling heat rise so quickly while Y/N is layering my neck in kisses? If I want my love to go back home, why am I so horny right now?” Most importantly...why can’t I stop my hands from moving?” 

-”You get 15 minutes.” He mumbles breathlessly as he quickly shed his clothing. You smirk at having won your little game and follow along with the stripping. After he locks the door he briefly apologizes to you before grasping you firmly and turning you around to bend you over his desk. He silently curses when the cup full of pens falls to the ground and makes a loud noise. The objective here is to be quiet so as to not get caught, but that’s a little difficult with the way he’s rapidly fucking you at the moment. To silence your moans he offers up his own arm for you to bite while he fucks you. He’s no stranger to it and neither are you. It’s already got a few bruises from the last escapade 2 nights ago with you. There is little he can do to silence the sound of skin slapping together, and he’d rather die than to slow down in this moment so he resolves to absolutely ruin you in the shortest possible time. 

-By now you’ve tapped into the delicious sound of his deep whines and moans, the way your name simply rolls from his tongue. It’s nothing short of perfection. However, with a soft huffing he grasps at your hips and slows his stroking in an attempt to somewhat punish you for teasing him like this. He does this to get a reaction out of you, a sloppily moaned apology as you beg him to keep going. He makes you promise you’ll never do something so risky like this again as he holds your imminent orgasm right out of your reach. “Fuck pleeease Shin, I promise! Fuck I promise, pleassssseee~” When he’s felt he had enough of this torture as well he finishes you off, pulling out and messing the slick flooring with his cum before leaning down to leave a sloppy heated kiss at your hole. When all is said and done (and the room tidied back up to perfection), he sends you on your way with a sweet kiss and a thank you for the lunch. By the look in your eyes though...he can expect this to definitely be the first time of many where you ‘visit’ him at work.

[lyranova]

Chapter 2: A Joke Taken Seriously

Hi guys! Here’s the second chapter of Dandelions Wishes hehe, I was gonna work on “Children of the Future” but the muses refused 😪. Anywho this entire chapter is just Zera and Yami joking and “bullying” William, and sadly he takes the joke seriously. A lot of the lines in this chapter were written by me and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare on discord so she deserves a lot of credit for this as well!

Word Count: 1,687

Warnings: None

“ You’re the Golden Dawn Captain?!” Zera nearly shouted, William and Yami just stood there looking at her. She walked up to William, who almost took two steps back but couldn’t get his feet to move, and she glared daggers at him.

“ You’re the one sending your guys to harass me?” She nearly growled, William opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out.

“ I uh, I think I’m gonna go-.” Yami started as he began to back away but after he saw the look of ‘if you leave I will kill you’ in William's eyes he thought better about it.

“ I’ll have you know sir that I am a hardworking and honest civilian of the Clover Kingdom!” She started as she gently poked his chest with her index finger. “ I would like to think you and your squad have better things to do than harass an innocent woman who is abiding by the law!” She added and William just stood there, not quite sure what to say about this outburst.

“ I-I umm-.” He started hesitantly but Zera cut him off.

“ I have the proper documents and even the official importation papers for all of my plants! But for some reason unbeknownst to me, that doesn’t suit your ‘high standards’!” She continued, William began to stammer and finally was able to get his legs to work enough for him to move backwards, but with every step he took Zera took one as well.

As William stood there in shock Zera continued down her list of grievances, with each one making him more and more confused. He had no idea what she was talking about, he hadn’t ordered anyone to harass her, and why did she keep emphasizing that she was an honest citizen, when had he said anything to the contrary? Apparently he was missing a vital piece of information.

Zera’s rant lasted around 10 minutes, which shocked both Yami and William. Apparently William had been right earlier when he thought she had been keeping a lot of her anger in.

“ And you know what, if I’m so damned awful why don’t you just put me over your knee and spank me huh?!” She finished as she put her hands on her hips, William’s face turned a bright red underneath his mask.

“ S-S-Spank you?!” He nearly shouted, Yami began to howl with laughter from beside the two.

He had been watching them with a mixture of shock and amusement, it was rare to see Vangeance so caught off guard, and it was even funnier since Zera was so much shorter than William. It was like watching a Pomeranian bark at a scared Samoyed.

“ Y’know what? I like her, she’s perfect for you Goldie Guts!” Yami said with a laugh, causing both William and Zera to look at him.

“ You what-?” William asked in shock, what was Yami talking about? This woman was perfect for him?! Has Yami officially lost his mind?!

“ You oughta snatch her up before someone else does, she’s a keeper trust me.” Yami said with a smirk, William stammered as he stared at his friend and colleague, but he turned when Zera opened her mouth.

“ If I were to marry him, does that mean I would get immunity for any future, um, ‘smuggling’ crimes?” She asked curiously, Yami tilted his head in thought.

“ Yeah I think so.” Yami said and William just looked at him.

“ No it wouldn’t?!” William nearly shouted in disbelief, he turned to look at Zera as she made a humming sound.

“ Hm, I’ll have to seriously consider this.” She muttered thoughtfully.

William just stood there completely dumbfounded, what was happening right now?! Was his friend setting up an arranged marriage for him right now, with a complete stranger who, from what he gathered, didn’t like him at all?! He suddenly felt Yami clap him on the shoulder.

“ It’s about time you settled down Goldie, all the other Captains have and if I’m being honest, I don’t think you’re going to find anyone better than her.” Yami told him as he patted his shoulder again, William turned.

“ Excuse me?! How would you know if I couldn’t find someone better than her?!” He asked in disbelief, and after realizing how harsh his words sounded he and Yami turned to look at Zera, who was once again glaring at him.

“ Oh, so now I’m a bad wife?” She asked with irritation, lacing her voice. “ I’ll have you know Captain that I am top tier wife material, and there are loads of men in Clover who’d love to have me as their wife thank you very much!” She added as she once again put her hands on her hips.

“ I-I didn’t mean-.” William stammered, but Yami once again cut him off.

“ See? There are lots of guys who want to marry her, so you might wanna propose to her before someone else does.” Yami suddenly began to look around. “ Where’s the nearest jewelry store?” He asked Zera.

“ W-Wait a second Yami-.” William started but Zera suddenly pointed to the side of them with a smile.

“ Around the corner and to the right.” She directed, Yami nodded, grabbed William by the back of his cloak, and dragged him towards the nearest jewelry store.

William stood inside the jewelry store numbly, trying to figure out how in the world he got here. He thought today would be just a normal and calm day, instead it was confusing and completely chaotic. Yami turned around to look at William.

“ What? Don’t you nobles get married like this all the time?” Yami asked curiously, he silently wondered if he and Zera’s joke had accidentally broken the Golden Dawn Captain.

When Yami had started joking at first he hadn’t expected the flower shop owner to join in and make the joke even more outlandish, but he had to admit that made him like her a lot. Someone else who enjoyed messing with and bullying William? That would instantly make them a friend of Yami’s.

“ Now let’s see,” Yami muttered as he started looking at rings. “ we need to find a nice ring for Mrs. Vangeance, it’s gotta be woodsy and leafy since you have tree magic and she’s got some sort of plant magic.” He added.

“ W-Wait a second Yami, this is out of line even for you” William started as he seemed to snap himself out of his stupor. “ I barely even know the woman, and she isn’t my wife so don’t call her ‘Mrs. Vangeance’!” William added as his brain was finally catching up to what Yami was saying.

“ Not with that kind of attitude she won’t be, and barely knowing someone hasn’t stopped you nobles from marrying before has it?” Yami pointed out, William opened his mouth, he couldn’t say anything about the last part of Yami’s sentence, but the first one, who said William even wanted to marry this woman?!

“ Now what about this ring,” Yami asked as he pulled out a light gold band with a green jewel in the center that had what appeared to be vines inside. “ this fits both your tree plant thing you two have.” He added as he walked up to the counter.

“ He’ll take this one.” Yami told the woman at the front, William just stared, was this his life now? Was he really going to let his friend do this to him? I mean, yes Zera was pretty, but he didn’t even know her so how on earth could he become engaged to her?!

Later that same day

William slowly walked back into his office and flopped down into his chair, he took his mask off and set it down onto the desk. He was exhausted, it was as though he had come back from some difficult mission, when in fact he had only gone to Kikka. He heard someone knock on his office door and he softly told them to come in. He looked up and saw it was his Vice Captain Langris Vaude.

“ Ah I see you’re back Captain,” Langris said as he closed the door behind him, he walked towards the desk and saw the tired look on his face. “ did your visit to Kikka go well?”

“ I got engaged.” William announced suddenly as he placed his head onto the desk, Langris blinked rapidly as he stared at his Captain.

“ I’m sorry what?” He asked in surprise, William raised his head and leaned back in his chair.

“ I got engaged.” William repeated softly, Langris walked around the desk and looked at his Captain in disbelief.

“ I- How- Why- What happened? You just went to the market for some fresh air!” Langris asked incredulously, William sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he explained what happened.

Langris listened intently, as his Captain explained. So far, it sounded like one big joke, but with how seriously the Captain was taking it, it had to be real right? Although he couldn’t exactly figure out why Captain Sukehiro would want to set the Captain up with a stranger in the first place.

“ Sir,” Langris started hesitantly. “ Could this all just be one big joke? It sounds a bit…outlandish.” Langris asked and watched the Captain shake his head.

“ No. They were both deadly serious Langris, so now I'm officially engaged to a woman I barely know and who doesn’t really like me for whatever reason.” William said with another sigh, he glanced at the potted Dandelions on his desk and smiled. He was already stuck in this situation, so he might as well take it seriously and try to make the Golden Dawn base a good home for his future wife. William stood up from his desk and looked at Langris.

“ Langris, I’m going to announce this news to the other squad members, and once that’s finished we’ll need to rearrange some things and possibly even add on a new bigger room.” William said thoughtfully as he walked around his desk, Langris nodded slowly but frowned.

“ Alright, but may I ask why?”

“ Because I’m going to ask my future wife to move into the base with us.”

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

[theinsanecrayonbox]

X-Force #37

“Time for the big reveal of the main villain that we’ve all been waiting for!” Yeah…the main villain that I literally only learned about last issue, oh yeah so much anticipation (I kid (somewhat) because yes I only started reading this at #29 or whenever)

Anywhos, we pick up where we left off. Beast bragging how he’s so smart for letting the bad guy steal a respawning egg that he totally can’t use and they can use to track him (spoiler: that failed, bad guy is winning, beast is terrible). Deadpool is bored, Arkady stares at a walk in between throwing Wade off a waterfall (see my previous post about that). Then this

1) we are still allergic to editorial boxes cause Dom’s referencing things still

2) kinda interesting Arkady is included in the scene about ‘reawakening lost memories’ after I went off about the wall maybe referencing Weapon X-Force. And no he did not *need* to be in this scene, Sage and Beast were not in the waterfall break room, he didn’t need to follow Dom in there.

We spend a bunch of time with our villain, since you know, gotta establish the newly introduced bad guy’s motivations.

Ok I won’t harp about Arkady’s coils having nothing to do with his biology, since it seems Logan’s metal and Wade’s costume were cloned too…I will however question why Dom is the only one with clothing (Wade excluded). But also, yet another shot of (an) Arkady in a tank naked with well placed bubbles lol

Wait a second that’s an editorial box!! Wth! You get this was important to site, but all of Dom’s stuff isn’t??? Did Dom’s stuff actually all happen off panel to begin with and that’s why we get no reference notes?

Oh the memo answers my questions about how if the kid was a baby he aged so fast. But wow, he was one of the ‘here it’s your problem now’ babies. Like wow. The island of stupid’s childcare system is still just as terrible if genetic terrorists can steal babies.

So Dom gets a mind meld to get her missing memories back to help them find the bad guys. One would think those would’ve been permanently deleted by now…

Oh peacock man is making mutants for Mikhail…because that’s such an important plot point…but wait I thought he wanted to make super humans?

We get our bad guy’s backstory. He’s a clone, created by the Genengineer (or however that’s spelt), a guy I’ve never heard of and I’m too lazy to look it up right now. Basically he was being Dr Moreau but with mutants instead of animals, and peacock man has mega levels of clone angst about it so thus is doing the same exact thing. Yeah. Not really that compelling. *shrugs*

The gang heads for the bad guys

Awww friends sharing secrets lol. But seriously I wonder what Arkady did actually whisper, and if Wade’s just hamming it up to annoy him.

Omr another caption box. Now I’m really confused why nothing Dom says about her time being peacock man’s pincushion was sited.

But our chapter ends with the gang arriving in the island to be ambushed by skinless monkeys (are they in dnd now??) and peacock man revealing his super Frankenstein hybrid of X-Force members and…it’s far less silly than the one from that cover, but it’s still terribly silly.

Overall this was serviceable I guess. It did info dump a lot about the villain all at once, but if the final act so I guess it’s the time too. Kinda annoying though that the only plots going on in the X-books lately are either “The Island if Stupid has infighting” or “Crazy scientist is making super mutants” because yeah…X-Force has the same base plot as Sabretooth/Exiles right now.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[sleepysnk]

SUMMER GIRL I'M SO EXCITED TO SEND A REQUEST

Anyways,, can I ask for a Levi x Fem reader one shot where it takes place after the raid in Liberio and they're on the blimp? What if Levi and the reader were dating and Zeke is just flirting with the reader right in front of Levi? Levi starts getting pissed and roasts Zeke's ass 😂 I think this would be awesome. Thank you sm and I missed these sm! <3

HEY BAEEEE 😩💗 i definitely loved writing this scenario 😭 this is honestly something i see Zeke doing since he's such an ass sometimes 🙄, anywho! i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting ♡. don't mind the god damn title.

You're Not Funny

Pairings: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader (ft. zeke)

Warnings: spoilers to season 4

All (Y/N) could hear is the sounds of her comrades cheering in the other room, her mind was lost in the thoughts of what just happened.

She was leaning against the wall with her arms over her chest, the raid in Liberio was now coming to close and the Scouts seemed to be on top of this one. Unfortunately, a few of her comrades were lost due to Zeke being a dick and throwing rocks all over the place. Many women, children, and innocent people died tonight and that guilt was slightly impacting her.

"Sit your ass down."

Her attention averted towards where Levi was, he had Zeke tied up and on the ground; his limbs were missing and titan steam emitted from the wounds fogging the lenses of his glasses.

"Be a little gentle at least.. you don't want to have me dead just yet, huh Levi?" Zeke replied, his voice in a slight teasing manner.

Levi scoffed before making his way towards (Y/N). She was tired, her body was exhausted from all the fighting she did and it was going to be a long while before they all returned home.

"Is everything alright?" Levi asked, nodding.

She could see the concern in his face, "Yeah! I'm just tired.. that's all," she replied.

Levi looked at her, "Ah.. well, we'll be home soon. Then you can take your usual naps brat, I'll be right back. Keep an eye on Zeke.." he said before exiting to the front of the ship.

(Y/N) looked over at the blonde man, his titan marks were fresh in his skin and the steam continued to come from his missing arms and legs. She always found the way titan shifters heal themselves odd, why steam out of all things?

"Aren't you just a sweetheart?"

She blinked for a moment before his words finally processed in her head. "Huh?" she said, confused.

Zeke grinned, "You, I'm talking about you? That short stack definitely has good taste in women.. you are stunning," he said.

Who the hell did he think he was? Levi's biggest enemy was literally flirting with HIS girlfriend right now, this guy was just asking to be sliced up and fed to titans.

"Um.. I- uh.." she said, avoiding his gaze. This couldn't get anymore awkward.

Zeke chuckled a bit, "I didn't take you to be the shy type (Y/N). You seemed quite confident when you yelled at Eren earlier..." he said. "But.. I do like a shy yet confident woman.."

She felt disgusted when he spoke, "You're gross," she replied.

"I can see why Levi likes you, you're definitely his type.. but you're my type as well. Say sweetheart, maybe when we get back you can show me how pretty you-"

"Shut it."

Levi stepped out and shut the door that lead to the front of the ship. He made his way over to (Y/N), he could see how uncomfortable and grossed out she was by Zeke.

"Look Zeke.. don't get any ideas. You'll have to rip me apart before you can have a moment with her," he said, crossing his arms.

Zeke laughed, "Huh.. you really are the protective type.. I give you the credit though! She's lucky to have you, but I definitely want to see the other-"

Levi cut him off, "As if she'll go for monkey man."

(Y/N) suddenly bursted out laughing at Levi's comment. She slapped her hand over her mouth to contain the giggles that threatened to escape her lips, it shouldn't have been funny, but it was.

"Seriously Levi? The monkey joke?" Zeke asked before rolling his eyes.

"Babe, come on.. don't be mean," (Y/N) said, her fingers wrapping around Levi's arm.

He looked back at her, "You laughed, you're equally as guilty." he replied.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Whatever.." she mumbled.

Levi looked towards Zeke, "Just don't get any ideas."

Zeke only chuckled, "We'll see about that Levi.." he said.

(Y/N) followed Levi to another part of the ship, he had the usual stoic look on his face. She couldn't help but smile at his cuteness.

"What?" Levi asked.

She smiled, "You're just cute when you're mad," she replied, reaching out to touch his cheek.

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever brat.."

(Y/N) giggled before laying her head on his shoulder.

[missinghan]

cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.16

No One

02/04/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,025

Warnings: angst, jealousy, crying, infertility, talk of pregnancy, trouble conceiving, smut, LOTS of fluff

A/N: I’m sorry this one took me a bit to get out. I know y’all tell me not to be sorry but I am still sorry lol I stopped taking my endo meds since I can no longer afford them with no healthcare, I got my period and my endo said FUCK YOU! I was in bed for the entirety of my period with no energy to do anything but lay there and do nothing. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’ve been excited to get to this chapter and I hope it’s worth the wait. Thank you for any comments or reblogs! xoxo

Thor has never been so eager to get back to New Asgard. Even back in the beginning when Jane had been living with him in those first small houses that they’d built when his new Kingdom was nothing but a distant dream.

Even then, this sensation of yearning had not been so strong.

Every moment away from you has been unbearable. The detour he’d taken after just arriving only increased his desire because if seeing Jane has shown him anything it’s that he has indeed made the right choice.

He really hadn’t doubted it, but it’s nice to know that even with Jane standing inches away from him, his heart had not pounded. His breath had not caught. His fingers had not tingled as they once had in their wish to touch.

Her brown eyes, once beyond beautiful, are indeed still pretty. However, they aren’t yours. Yours that look at him with an innocent admiration. Love pours from them so freely. Eagerly.

You’re not afraid to show him how you feel and it takes his breath away how much you’ve given into loving him.

All he can do is try to return your love with the same fervor. So far he thinks he has been doing the job well.

As he struts forward towards your shared bedroom, he reaches into his cloak, down along his left hip to unhook a small leather satchel bulging with its contents.

Smiling down at what he hopes will be a welcome and pleasing gesture, he makes to open the doors to the room but finds them thrust out towards him.

Instinctively his hand twitches around the satchel, almost throwing his palm out to call his remade hammer, but he resists.

From his bedroom spill two beings. One Asgardian, one human. The doors swing shut behind them.

“Doctor Wilson? Alric?” Thor teeters back onto his right foot, completely surprised to see them. “What brings-?”

Both of them look grave and Thor’s heart hits the pit of his stomach. All of the strength in the universe leaves him in one terrifying instant.

“Is Y/N alright? Is she hurt? Injured? Has something happened?”

In his panic he begins to push through them and they move aside for him but before he can open the doors to get in to see you, Alric reaches out to place his hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Just our monthly visit, nothing to fret about Your Majesty,” Alric assures him and yet, Thor’s squirming nerves are not put at ease. “Unfortunately things do not look well for an heir as of now.”

“They don’t exactly look bad either, Alric,” Doctor Wilson interjects. “We’re in uncharted territory, Your Majesty. We have to play this as it comes at us. I’m sure with Alric’s help we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Their words at the moment aren’t making any sense to Thor. All he wants is to see you.

“Right…” he says on reflex, but his voice is weak.

His mind on you and only you.

“She is a little melancholy after our news so, perhaps it’s best we let you go see her. Until next month, Your Majesty,” Doctor Wilson gives him a curtsy. “If you need us before then, you have our numbers.”

Alric gives Thor a bow and the two of them march off, Alric lugging a strange metal case along with him.

With nothing to hold him back now, Thor pulls the doors open and hurries inside.

He scans the room from the left to the right, expecting you in the bathroom but you aren’t there. Several of the doors to the balcony are open letting in a much warmer breeze than this morning but still very cool.

Thor finally spots you sitting at your vanity, your hand pressed to the inside of your elbow as you hold a small cotton ball against the point at which one of your doctors probably drew some blood.

Even that tiny sting of a needle piercing your beautiful skin makes his heart ache. Any pain you feel is his own and he can’t believe he forgot what today was.

“Cherub?”

You don’t look at him and instead keep your hand pressed tightly, fingers moving in slow and small circles.

He can’t see your face from here. You’re turned away, sitting with your gaze trained on the balcony doors closest to your vanity.

Thor can’t take you not looking at him. He sets his satchel on the chaise at the end of the bed and when he reaches your left side, he squats down so that he can look up at you, his right hand taking gentle hold under your left bicep. His left hand he places over your right one, pressed against the inside of your left elbow.

“I’m sorry about today. I forgot they were coming for your tests,” Thor confesses, feeling so guilty he could leap from the balcony and welcome the pain of any bones he might break.

The silence is heavy and he thinks he might really be in for it and opens his mouth to plead for your forgiveness when you give him relief, “So did I.”

He breathes in deeply and with a wave of relief releases his worries in a gust of air.

“Alric said that things did not look good. You’re not with child?”

Even though he knows, he still needs to hear you say it. He wants to know what you’re thinking to make whatever is making your face look so sad go away.

He takes his right hand and runs it along your lower back instead, rubbing in what he hopes is a soothing way.

Finally, you turn your head towards your vanity and he can see more of your heartbreaking expression. He hasn’t seen that loss of hope in your beautiful face since the night you begged him not to make a fool of you just before dinner on a night that feels a lifetime away.

“No, it-it wasn’t a no. The test was inconclusive.”

“Inconclusive? So, what does that mean? Does that mean they don’t know?” Thor asks, confusion twisting his handsome face.

“No, it just means that the test didn’t come back in any way that they could read it. We’re not exactly the same species even if we are compatible physically, we don’t know if we can even get pregnant. They took more of my blood and are going to do the test with more reliable equipment.

“They’ll call when they know something,” you sigh heavily, leaning back against your seat and trapping his hand between it and your body.

Thor tries to think of what he can say to make you feel better. What can he do?

And then what he has to say doesn’t matter as you turn to meet his gaze with your own full of betrayal and suspicion.

When your mouth parts, your words freeze him and his brain short circuits.

“I saw you with Jane earlier on the tower, Thor. I’m sorry but I-I thought you were going to come find me as soon as you got back, not your ex.”

You take a deep breath and Thor watches as your nerves spill forward, your lips trembling as you slowly exhale and all of your fears shine out through the depths of your eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Why are you crying, cherub?” Thor gushes, pulling his hand from your back to turn your seat to face him.

He cups both sides of your face, his large thumbs wiping away at the tears that spring forward.

It had seriously messed with you to see him and Jane so happy and close earlier. And then the tests and Doctor Alric and Doctor Wilson had no idea what was wrong with them so that was stressing you out.

All of your jealousy and frustration pours out of you suddenly. So fast and so unrelenting that with just this small bit of affection from Thor makes you shut your eyes tight as you sob two-three times.

“Y/N...no, my love, please. Don’t cry,” Thor begs, his own throat tight as he pulls you towards him.

You let him hold you because as insecure as you feel, as upset as this morning has made you, his love still feels real. The softness in his voice doesn’t sound fake and as much as he is the source of one of the aches in your chest, he’s your comfort now too.

How fucked up is that?!

He caresses the back of your head as you bury it against his shoulder, slumped down a little because of how low he is in his squat.

His other arm is wrapped all the way around you, firm. Possessive and eager to make you feel better. Can you trust this display?

Until this morning you had no reason to doubt it.

“We will have our baby soon, I know it. I can feel it. I’m not only the God of Thunder, you know? Trust me, cherub. I know these things. We’ll have our little one before you know it.”

He sounds so confident, so sure. He’s lost that tightness in his throat a little and he pushes you back so that he can look into your eyes, quickly wiping away at the saltwater stains on your cheeks.

“As for your former worry, I went to the tower because the lights were on. I wasn’t sure who was there so I simply went to check. I wasn’t expecting Jane out of all the people it could have possibly been.

“I’d hoped it was you, finally making use of the tower for your own office to write or perhaps your own personal library?” Thor’s instincts on what you might want a private space to be.

You suddenly feel foolish for doubting him for even a second. It makes you cry again, and you bury your face in your hands.

“No, my love, please don’t cry anymore,” he continues to beg. “Look, I’ve brought you a gift.”

He gets up suddenly and moves towards the package he’d been carrying when he came in. It wasn’t large. About the size of a shoebox.

“I thought of you when I was passing over Paris on my way home. You can eat them all at once or slowly, whichever you prefer,” He flips open the leather satchel and from inside pulls a thick and shiny rust colored box with a satin brown ribbon that delicately holds it closed.

It looks expensive and he doesn’t wait for you to take it since you’re too busy wiping at your cheeks and sniffling to grab it. He pushes the ribbon off of the box then removes the lid and places it underneath while tossing the ribbon onto your vanity.

“I’m not sure what each of them is, but you don’t have to eat the ones you don’t like. I’ll eat them for you,” he pushes fancy gold tissue paper aside to expose the contents within.

Inside the box is a tray of twenty-four chocolate pieces. Some of them have designs painted on them with what is more likely more chocolate in bright colors and patterns. Other pieces look to be decorated in plain chocolate with small embossed hearts, triangles, or teeny tiny bows.

The box is too thick for this to be all there is, so you’re pretty sure there are two trays of chocolates.

“Do you like them?” Thor checks, his voice light and rising at the end gently almost as if he’s talking to a small child which maybe should offend you?

But it doesn’t because you know that’s not what he means by the tone he’s using. He’s being as gentle with you as he can in your moment of sad anxiety and you love him so much for it.

“They’re so pretty…” you hiccup, wishing you weren’t so emotional and crying all over his lovely gift.

“That’s not all,” he tells you, putting the chocolates on your vanity to free up his hands to reach into his satchel again.

You quickly cover the chocolates, pushing the ribbon around the sleek container before they can be ruined.

Thor tosses the satchel onto the chaise with a flick of his wrist but draws your attention to him when he places another box on your lap. This one is much smaller, but wide and square.

“Happy two months of marriage, cherub,” Thor says softly, then carefully lifts the lid of his second gift.

Nestled within lush purple velvet is a beautiful platinum chain, thin, short so that the gorgeous lotus flower with your birthstone gem settled at its very center will sit just below your collarbone.

“It’s so beautiful, Thor.”

All of a sudden you’re crying again.

Thor smiles and rises again, taking the necklace from inside the box which he tosses onto the chaise too before moving around behind you to slip the necklace around your neck.

You reach up to place your fingers on the pretty flower, sniffling and trying not to make your crying too vocal but a sob or two slips out.

Thor moves back around you and takes a long look at your mess of a face before he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, “Come here, love.”

He waits for you to stand then takes your spot on your seat but then leads you down onto his lap.

Reaching up with his hand, he gives the back of your neck a squeeze while his other hand finds a resting spot on your thigh.

“Is it Jane still upsetting you?” he guesses.

You nod, unwilling to say it aloud.

“Why? What exactly is it that’s troubling you?”

He genuinely doesn’t seem to understand. While he might understand your nerves about her, the reason you’re still crying is lost on him.

You don’t want to say, but Thor bounces you a little in his lap, taking his hand to caress the side of your face and hold your gaze.

“Nothing you can say will make me love you any less.” A promise.

“When I saw you two this morning, you just looked so h-happy,” your lip quivers. “You looked happy. Pleased. You were smiling that one smile that’s only supposed to be mine.”

For some reason Thor’s chest puffs up a little, a proud fix to his chin as he reaches up to grab yours and give your head a little shake.

“It is all yours, cherub. I am completely yours. I was so happy when I was with Jane this morning because I felt nothing of what I’d once felt for her. I had no stuttering in my heart, no butterflies in my belly. I wasn’t taken by her eyes or tempted by her lips.”

“Alright, I get the picture,” you grumble, hating everything he’s describing even though you know he’s telling you that he wasn’t feeling any of it.

He chuckles, bringing his hand down to rest on your hip.

“I was happy because Jane is no longer the source of all of that for me. You are. All meeting her so unexpectedly proved is that I am more in love with you than I ever thought I could be. You were my arranged match. The most I had ever expected was friendship. And when that turned into more, I wondered if it could really be more than what I ever felt for Jane and it is.

“Jane was always a dear love but you are family. It’s only been a short time since we married but you are more my love than Jane ever was. You’re my cherub!”

He doesn’t wait for you to recover from his little speech. He hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

It quickly changes and shifts and the lonely night you’d spent tense and worried, missing him, explodes you onto him. You’re both a frenzy of movement, Thor ripping away at his armor until he’s in the plain dark undershirt and a very small pair of black briefs.

You’re about to push him onto your bed when he suddenly grabs you and tosses you around his massive body and onto the bed to bounce as you land with a gasp.

He shoves his briefs down, still kicking them away as he steps towards you and gathers the long skirts of your dress higher and higher around your hips.

“Thor…” you whisper, a gasp of anticipation which drives him a little wild as he yanks you closer to the edge of the bed and thrusts into you with a shaky groan.

He goes still for a moment, hooking his hands around your thighs more securely. He bottoms out, sheathing his cock within you until you reach down to scratch at the bottom of his shirt then his hands as you fall back against the bed.

“Please,” you plead and he quickly obliges.

He pumps into you, filling you to the brim with no intention of ever stopping.

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Thor eventually come out of your room. You dressed in your carefully chosen dress and Thor a little less regal in a pair of crisp dark jeans, and layered up in a green sweater over a blue button up collar shirt over a plain white t-shirt.

Honestly though, even in his slightly more casual ensemble, Thor screams royalty. He’s so beautiful.

Both of you giggling like giddy kids, he pulls you closer and loops your arm through his.

It makes you happy that he likes you close by. He proves it now as he leans down to whisper so that only you can hear him as the palace staff moves about cleaning and fixing up the rooms that have been used throughout the day.

“I’m a little glad you’ve decided not to use the tower for a workspace.” Thor confesses.

“How come?” you wonder, turning your face to look at him, genuinely curious as to the change of mind. He’d been so insistent before about you having your own personal space to work in peace where no one could bother you and you didn’t have to give up writing your stories even if you were now Queen of New Asgard.

“I don’t know if I could stand having you that far away from me. Our night apart has only driven that home for me. I want you always at my side.”

His sentiment is sweet and you stop to turn and face him, reaching up to place your hands on his bearded cheeks to smoosh them because he’s so damn adorable. He’s massive so you have to push yourself up, lifting your heels a little to do so comfortably.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly lovable that makes you?” you ask.

He smiles despite you morphing his face, beaming down at you with a look that must mean he loves you. Everything he says has to be true. The more you think about it, the more you realize that your jealousy, while founded, doesn’t make any sense now that you’re married.

Not after everything the two of you have shared and been through. Not after all the time you’ve spent building this foundation with him. 

“Quite a lot more than I was before?” he guesses. “Only, maybe not when I go to the bathroom?”

Through your smile you tilt your head to the side a little, confused by his amendment to his desires.

“Why?” What difference does it make?

He drops his voice to a whisper and leans down a little closer to you, “Sometimes I have smelly poops.”

You’re not expecting that and throw your head back as a loud unfiltered laugh rips through you. The movement pulls you down flat onto your feet but Thor catches you with one arm around your waist to pull you back up onto your toes and against his hard body.

He’s laughing too as he dips down and kisses your laughing mouth, silencing you a little so that it’s only air slipping through your lips as you kiss him back.

It’s just a long held peck. He’s relishing in the feel of your lips against his as your body shakes with more laughter.

Still laughing with you, Thor pulls back and gripes, “Stop laughing and kiss me!”

You drop your head against his chest as you keep laughing, unable to help it because the cuteness of him being self-conscious about his smelly poops is too much for you to handle.

Especially considering that you’ve both already been in the bathroom together when the other is using the toilet.

He loosens his arm around your waist so that you fall down a little further but keeps his hand resting on the small of your back while the other hand he places on the back of your head, caressing it as you chuckle weakly from laughing so much.

The sound of a clearing throat brings both your heads turning to the end of the hallway.

Your visiting trio stand there, Tony smirking, Bruce smiling shyly, Jane averts her eyes.

“Uh, get a room?” Tony suggests, but you can tell from his tone that he’s only teasing.

“Where do you think we’ve been all morning?” Thor grins, readjusting with you to hook your arm on his elbow before leading you towards your guests.

“So that’s what those screams were,” Tony counters.

Thor wiggles his eyebrows at them but your neck burns and your mouth pops open in surprise and embarrassment.

You start to fret, hands fluttering up towards your new necklace as you look from Tony to Jane, who’s looking at her shoes, to Bruce who is smiling with his own laughter in his eyes.

“Was I-? I didn’t mean to-! Thor, I didn’t know that I was being-” your panic is real and your heart is thrumming a million miles an hour.

“He’s teasing you, cherub, don’t worry,” Thor assures you, dropping your arm from his elbow to wrap his own arm around your waist to pull you into his side again.

You turn to Tony and he’s laughing a little. Not maliciously, just purely entertained by your reaction.

“I-a joke?” you ask him, still uncertain.

“Sorry,” Tony says, nodding. “Just a joke.”

You swallow hard, trying to settle your heartbeat.

Thor kisses your head and like a switch is flipped, all of them shift into work mode.

“Have you started installing the security system?” Thor asks Tony and all together the five of you move down into the lowest level of the palace which actually happens to be a dungeon?

You’re not really listening to their conversation as you move with them, still flustered about you possibly letting all of your sex noises reverberate through the halls of the palace for everyone to hear, but when you reach a large vault-like door, you start to focus again.

As the heavy door slides open like part of some futuristic spaceship, you’re thrown into a large room about the size of the throne room where you’d had your wedding reception only it looks nothing like the rest of the palace.

This place looks more like the Avengers compound. High-tech stations line the walls, large monitors with readings you don’t understand and camera footage from places you recognize from around New Asgard and the palace itself.

There’s a full crew working all of the stations, Asgardians and humans, all of them wearing the same charcoal gray uniforms, splashes of gold and red like Thor’s cape on their shoulders and chests.

As you and Thor enter, they stop what they’re doing to stand at attention, bowing to both of you as Thor leads you to the center of the room where a large stone table is set with schematics of plans that you don’t understand.

Tony moves over to them and starts to sift through the many scrolls all laid out for viewing while Thor nods to the crew.

“At ease, my friends.”

He’s so nice. The crew fall back into their respective jobs.

One of them moves towards a large screen against the wall, a TV you realize, playing different news footage from all over the world.

He flips to another channel and you pull away from Thor to walk and stand beside the crewman who stands taller once you’re beside him.

He turns to you and gives you a quick bow, “Your Majesty.”

Turning to him, you smile and then look back at the screen, “To monitor any weird things happening around Earth?”

“Yes, m’am,” he asserts then flips the channel again.

This time it’s a documentary style report, you see a familiar scene. New York in shambles as Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow, the Hulk, Captain America, and your Thor fight off the invading Chitauri.

Slowly another body settles beside you, its warmth drawing your attention to it.

“I still remember that day, sort of,” Bruce says gently, his voice always so easy and calm.

It’s hard to believe he can turn into the giant Hulk in seconds.

“Was it scary?”

“Sort of. I think for me, I was just worried that Hulk would hurt someone other than the aliens. But by then I think he understood what side we were on.” Bruce nods.

“But, aren’t you the Hulk?” His words confuse you a little.

“Well, yeah, but also no. He’s like another half of me? If that makes sense? I haven’t worked out how to combine both sides yet. I’m there, I’m just...it’s like someone takes who you are and reduces you to your most basic instincts.

“We’re almost like two different people but we’re also the same person. I’m working on understanding our connection better. Underneath the Hulk, I’m still me. I’m still there I think. I’m just trapped for some reason.”

The two of you watch the screen in silence for a moment then Thor shows up, blasting the Chitauri with his lightning. He looks a little different because he has both eyes and his hair!

“Thor had long hair,” you realize, gushing a little.

“Did I look better with long hair?” his deep voice slips into your right ear and you jump not having been expecting it.

“Not better,” you promise him, smiling at him before turning your eyes back on the TV. “Just different. It suits you.”

“Should I grow it back?”

With excitement, you turn to face him and he chuckles at whatever look you have in your eyes, “Would you? Wouldn’t it bother you?”

“If it will make you look at me the way you’ve been staring at me on that television, I will go out and buy a wig.”

You laugh and Thor leans down to give you a quick peck.

“It’s that time of year I guess,” Tony says, sliding over to stand on Bruce’s other side where Jane is already standing having moved over at some point.

She still hasn’t said anything.

“What time of year?” You wonder.

“Oh, in Spring they always start to play footage on some of the news channels about Loki’s party days in New York. Some type of anniversary celebration or something? Only it’s more like a wake.”

“It’s a memorium,” you realize, then look at Thor who seems to sense your upset.

He wraps his arm around you and settles in beside you, kissing the top of your head again.

“Where is Loki?” you ask him, frowning with worry and wondering if it must upset him to have one of his biggest mistakes thrown in his face for weeks.

“He’s tending to business with the guard. He’ll come find us when he’s finished,” Thor promises.

After a tense moment, Tony claps his hands and then pats Bruce’s shoulder, “Shall we? Pepper wants me home by Friday so that we can explore the wonderful art of tantric massage.”

As Bruce turns to follow Tony back to the center table where a new console computer has come from a panel at the center you hadn’t noticed, he gives him a skeptical look.

“Pepper? Are you sure it isn’t you pushing the tantric massage?” Bruce sounds like he already knows the answer.

Tony shrugs, “I’m not the bossy anymore.”

You look back at the TV, your worry only spiking at the thought of Loki coming down here and finding all of you watching.

“Change it to something else,” you tell the crewman. “Make sure no one puts it on that channel again.”

“Yes, m’am,” he bows his head in obedience and quickly changes the channel while moving to a small box hooked up to it where a small screen comes out and he quickly goes about pressing buttons hopefully blocking any and all sources of that footage so that Loki doesn’t accidentally have his face shoved into his past.

“Don’t worry, my cherub. Loki is well aware of what the Earth grieves at this time of year. He won’t be blindsided by it.”

“I still don’t like it,” you insist, unable to shake the frown from your face.

“Thor?” Jane’s voice interrupts you both softly.

He looks at her and you give her a glance before turning to look at the news reports on the TV.

“I’m gonna need one of these mainframes for the telescope. Which one can I take?”

“Right,” Thor nods, “Of course. Let’s find you a place to work.”

Before he leaves you he leans in and kisses the side of your head again, squeezing your hip before he moves with Jane away towards the many workstations in the very large room.

After getting everything sorted out this morning, your heart doesn’t even sway towards jealousy and even though you’re worried about Loki, you breathe a sigh of relief that your realization about Thor’s loyalty has really engrained itself into you.

He loves you and nothing will change that. Even as they laugh somewhere behind you, your confidence doesn’t waver.

You reach up and touch the lotus on your necklace, a shining reminder of Thor missing you on his very first night away from you since your wedding.

You’re sure now that no one will ever come between you and Thor.

No one.

[classyandroidandy]

The Essence of Sleep -- Hunter x Reader (Fluff)

Yo. Guess who's in love with the stereotypical Rambo bitch? It's me. I did. Of course.

I'm a freaking slut for these boys. Hands down. I'd sell my body at a discount price of FREE for these baddies. I would not make these fine gentlemen pay for a monstress like myself.

Anywho, enjoyyyyyy~

WARNING: This story contains language (brief, not fandom filtered), sexualization, and brief adult content that viewers may not find suitable for their age. Viewers have been adequately warned.

Established relationship between Reader and Hunter.

READER'S P.O.V.

I stared in confusion at the scene before me. To say I was lost was an understatement.

"And, uh... What's this again?" I inquired. Tech sighed in frustration before sparing an exasperated glance my way.

"Now, why exactly would I know the answer to that?" He sassed. I rolled my eyes as I turned to give him a pointed look. He visibly flinched in surprise at the look.

"Seriously? Mr. 'I-know-everything'? You have no idea what's going on here."

Tech bristled at the accusation before adjusting his goggles on his face and huffing in frustration. I waited patiently for his pending response.

"I have no rebuttal for that." He crossed his arms. I let out the laugh I'd been holding, closing my eyes and merely enjoying his quirky attitude. Tech smiled in response to my laughing before letting out a chuckle of his own and turning his gaze back towards the confusing event in front of us.

Currently, Wrecker and Echo had Omega laying across their laps as they slept. Obnoxious snores from Wrecker clued us into how long they had been out cold. I smiled at the tender but confusing sight and nudged Tech.

"Where's dark and broody?" I questioned, turning to walk away. Tech turned to address me while stifling a yawn. I could tell he was ready to join the little sleep pile.

"I believe Hunter retired to his room a while ago. You'll have better luck seeing him without me." Tech responded as he made his way towards the sleeping pile nonchalantly.

"Gotcha. And Tech?" The brainiac turned to look at me. "That's a piss poor excuse." I teased, walking away from the spluttering genius. I walked quietly down the hall of the Marauder to get to Hunter's room without disturbing him. Though it was impossible to sneak up on Hunter, I thought he'd at least appreciate the effort. I paused outside his door before raising my hand to knock gently on the metal. When no response came, I slipped the door open quietly and snuck in. The dark of the room shocked my senses momentarily before my eyes adjusted and I could see again.

I turned to Hunter's bed and paused at the sight. The tracker was sitting up and staring at me. His eyes were squinted as though he'd just woke up (although, given his disheveled hair, he probably did). His bare chest was on display as his blanket slipped down his torso.

"(Y/n)?" Hunter grumbled, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye as he yawned. I grinned sheepishly at being caught.

"Yeah. How you doin'?" I whispered, walking over. With his room this dark and silent, it could be assumed that Hunter was experiencing a small sensory overload again and needed a break. He sighed as he scooted over on his bed, patting the spot next to him. I hesitated before sitting on the ground to spare his senses.

However, Hunter noticed this action specifically.

"Ugh, you won't sit by me either?" Hunter groaned, rubbing his hands across his face. I raised a brow in confusion.

"What do you mean either? Aren't you... Overstimmed right now?" I whispered. Hunter huffed, tossing his hands in the air.

"I mean, yeah. But it doesn't mean you can't... I mean, it doesn't mean I don't want... I just-I don't know... I don't know!" Hunter yelled before flinching at his own volume and easing himself back into his bed, his hands lowering down to rub his temples. I shushed him gently before reaching my own hands up to rub his temples for him. His hands fell limp at his sides as he sighed, face relaxed in pleasure. His mood was still tense and palpable with frustration.

"Hunter... I'm not pitying you." I clarified. The clone grunted in response.

"Sure you're not."

I sat up and poked Hunter firmly in the chest. His eyes shot open in surprise at the touch.

"I'm not, you ass. I'm respecting your boundaries so you don't hurt yourself." I snarked, slapping his hand from my cheek and proceeding to rub his temples. His response became drowned in a groan at the contact.

"I... I know." Hunter whispered. "I just... Feel left out." He sighed, bringing a hand up to cup my own and pause my actions. His eyes slid open to look up at me. "I know it's pathetic, but I want to be out there with Omega and the batch, I feel like I'm missing the opportunity to bond and grow. It feels easier to overstim than miss out on being around you guys, you know?" His grip tightened around my hand. I gently tugged his headband from his hairline before easing my fingers into his scalp.

"Oh, Hunter. Omega falls asleep on everyone all the time. You're not missing anything, you're sparing the team from missing you on missions when you're needed. You're not selfish, you're smart." I advised. Hunter nodded, but he looked far from convinced. I thought for a moment about how to help.

"You should probably go back to the team, they'll be missing you." Hunter grunted, lifting his head from my hands and turning away from me in his bed. I clenched my teeth at his response.

I stood quickly, huffing in frustration before stalking out of his room quickly, missing the longing look he gave as I fled his sanctuary. I stomped quickly to my own room, tugging my blankets and pillows off the rickety make-shift bed. I tossed a spare blanket on the sleeping pile when I passed it, making a pointed bee-line for Hunter's room.

If he wanted to be an ass, then he'd have to deal with mine.

The door opening alerted Hunter to an intruding presence and he hesitated to roll over. If the stomping was anything to go by, it was me and I was clearly angry. I threw my pillow like a dagger at Hunter's head, eliciting a whine at the impact. The trooper turned around to give me a confused but pointed look.

"What the hell, (Y/n)?" Hunter demanded. I yanked my blacks off without saying a word, ignoring the wandering gaze of my sergeant. "Uh, what are you doing?"

His voice was much quieter now.

"I'm taking a nap, what's it to ya?" I snapped, turning around and wrapping my blanket over my shoulders. Hunter stared at my newly exposed skin before gazing at me in confusion.

"Here?"

"Yeah? Move over." I demanded, beginning to slip into his bunk. Hunter didn't hesitate to scootch over and give me as much room as possible. He stammered nervously as his back hit the wall and the provided space was obviously small.

"Wh-where are you-?"

"I'm laying down." I stated, laying on my side. I snatched his hand gently in my own, dragging the appendage over me and draping his arm across my waist as I eased back into his chest. His bare skin was warm and inviting against my back.

Hunter let out a shuddering breath as his hand splayed across my stomach.

"Is... Is this okay?" He whispered while gently stroking my skin. I sighed and nodded, leaning over my shoulder to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"You know, we've been dating for a while now. You don't have to act so nervous around me." I reminded him gently before nestling myself into the pillows beneath me. Hunter made a noise of acknowledgment before encompassing my body with his own. "Now you aren't missing anything." I smiled. Hunter paused before relaxing fully against me.

"I love you, you know that?" He whispered, placing a kiss to the nape of my neck.

"I know."

I'm in love with this man. That is all.

[al3x1ss]

Cheerleader Captain {HCs}

Includes: Terushima, Oikawa

THIS IS WRITTEN WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL READER!

Authors Note: This is a sort of collab with @lexysclubhouse based on our conversations LMAO, but seriously go check hers out!

If a part 2 is wanted, leave an ask!

Warnings: Cursing

Terushima

aLRIGHT KIDS LETS GET TO IT

also hello go check out Lexy’s part of this (collab? Idfk)

SO

you two probably met while he was in practice, but since you’re the cheer captain, you needed to get the last jacket for one of your competitions coming up

so they’re on a water break and they just see a random person come in like

👀

are you lost baby gorl 😏

ANYWHO

Terushima comes up to you smirk and all

“Hey gorgeous, you lookin for me?”

You just look up at this man

Bored as hell

And you’re just SILENT

sO HES JUST LOSING CONFIDENCE LMAO

“No.”

YOU JUST SHOVE PAST HIM

HOMEBOY LOOKS LIKE A LOST PUPPY

so you go to your coach, and immediately a smile comes of your face

and he’s like oh my god

Angel 🥺

so you talk with your coach, get the jacket and say goodbye to her

jacket w a v i n g in the wind behind you like there’s literally a fan on but there’s not?

you’re just so cool to him

so he has already fallen like

IMMEDIATELY

was trying to find you but he can’t

He’s over here thinking you’re a 3rd year from how mature you were

(You’re a second year hehehehe)

so the next time he sees you, YOURE at practice!

His team wasn’t told that their gym was gonna be used for a little before practice

So his team got their early and saw your team doing a routine to “Livin’ La Vida Loca”

ONCE AGAIN HE HAS FALLEN IN LOVE AND CANT GET OUT

DUDE

YOU WITH YOUR POM POMS?

YOUR HIPS

MF ALMOST GOT A NOSEBLEED SHIT

LIKE IT WASN EVEN EROTIC

YOJ WERE JUST SO STUNNING AND COOL LIKE SHIT

HE FELT LIKE A LITERAL NERD

the words “I don’t deserve their oxygen” full on came out from his mouth

ONE OF HIS TEAMMATES JUST STARTED WHEEZING LIKE

OH MY GOD

THEIR CAPTAIN?

W I M P

Like you’re practicing in sweats but shit I mean I’d simp 😳

About 2 weeks later he hears about you guys winning your competition

At this point you kind of know him? Like after that small interaction the cheer team and volleyball team were introduced to eachother

Especially since you were going to be cheering at prelims in 2 months

So the next day he pulls you aside and confesses

Stuttering and ALL

HE GOT YOU FLOWERS

LIKE HE GOT ROSES CUZ HES A BASIC BITCH

BUT LEAVE HIM ALONE HES TRYING 🥺

Shit I’d KILL to get flowers from someone

especially him

okay lex not the time

HE TAKES YOU ON A DATE TO THIS REALLY CUTE DINER

YOU KISS HIS CHEEK AT THE END OF THE NIGHT EIRHHTHTYN

YOU LUCKY MF I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

literally the first conversation was about his tongue piercing

And he got REALLY self conscious

BUT

YOU HAD ONE TOO?

WHICH WAS SUPER COOL

LIKE OMG TWINSIES

like of course you took it out for comps and stuff but for just hanging out you had it in

You look so hot with it to him

so two weeks pass and it’s pre-lims!

At this point you’re one of Johzenji’s favorite couples

Like why didn’t y’all get together sooner you cute as FUCK

So you guys are doing a small routine while Terushima goes up to serve

ITS THE SAME LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA ROUTINE LMAO

MANS IS JUST HOLDING THE BALL STARING AT YOU

NOT KNOWING THAT THE WHISTLE BLEW ALREADY

AND THEN HE SNAPS OUT IF IT REALIZING HIS 8 SECONDS WERE UP

HE LITERALLY G A V E A POINT TO THE OTHER TEAM BECAUSE YOU WERE SO PRETTY

Now between switching sides after losing the 1st set, you walk up to him

He’s just staring at you smirking

“So, you wanna talk about that serve?”

“OH IM SOOOOORY, my pretty baby was just so beautiful, I couldn’t look away.”

THIS MAN DOESNT WALK AWAY

HE MF S K I P S

YOURE RED AS HELL

PRETTY BABY?

BEAUTIFUL?

UGH

Oikawa

heheh HES WEARINT MY NUMBER I ALWAYS SCREAM AT THIS

OKAY SO I HAD A DRESM AB THIS

AND I LOVED IT

SO ITS HAPPENING

ENJOY

OKAY

SO

here’s what I’m thinking

Terushima HAS a cheerleading partner?

Oikawa HAD a cheerleading partner

Your schedules just never lined up and it was a mutual break up!!

You guys broke up about 3 months ago so the awkwardness is basically gone?

Like y’all are friends ya know

And yeah both of you do both still think about it randomly

mostly oikawa 👀

So they’re at practice and you come in SPRINTING

LIKE BOYS ARE ABOUT TO BLOW THE WHISTLE TO START A GAME AND THEY JUST SEE YOU ZOOM

SO EVERYONES JUST KINDA WATCHING LMAO

you don’t come out of the office for a while so they end up starting the game

you wanna know who’d up to serve

Oikawa :)

boy serves RIGHT when you come out

Like the universe was like “oh? let’s scare the mother loving SHIT out of ‘em!”

literally hits the wall next to you

“OIKAWA TOORU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

MAN FREEZES

like shit

He was already gonna get scolded by iwa

but you?

he comes up to you with his arms behind his back, his eyes obviously terrified

“Do you know what you just did?”

“Yes.” 🥺

“And do you realize what you’re gonna do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Homeboy has never eeen this side of you so he’s terrified.

And when you go to walk away he realizes you’re wearing a captains jacket

“Wait, Y/N, you got promoted?”

“Oh, yeah, I tried for it like a month ago.”

“Congratulations.”

he kinda just stares at you walk out like

Me?

oIKawA tOoRU

missing my ex?

n e v e r

okay maybe sometimes

so the next time he sees you they’re at the prelims against date tech

And he seems you come in in your uniform

wOOSH 🥰

So you guys lock eyes and y’all wave at eachother

you can see his face is r e d so you’re smiling

the game starts, you guys doing simple cheers, but as they get to the transition to the second set, you guys start doing a cheer to “Idol” by BTS that you choreographed

And seeing you as a captain?

H I T THIS MAN

HIT IT TIL IT BREAKS TYPE BEAT

he literally paused to stare at you, iwa was like

“GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND DROOL AFTER THE GAME”

stan iwa honestly y’all would make fun of him together whenever you guys had time to hang out

So, end of prelims, they lost to Karasuno

And you’ve been to his house maybe a few times when you guys were dating?

so you remember where it is

his mom?

kinda shocked to see you?

especially in a cheerleading uniform since she never realized you did that?

but you were talking about how you just wanted to see him

so you go upstairs and into his room and he’s just in the corner with his alien plushy sobbing

Your heart is breaking at this point for this man

You go and sit beside him, him not really acknowledging you

“Tooru, I’m really really proud of you and what you’ve become. That will not be the last time you’re on a court, and I will make sure it that as long as I live.”.

he turns to you and turns his alien pushy, instead clinging onto you

You can feel your uniform getting soaked, but you run your fingers through his hair anyway, giving him forehead kisses

after a while of crying, he lifts his head to look at you, eyes still very puffy

You look at him back and you give him a small smile

And he puts his hand on your chin

Gotta get that kiss kiss after missing you for so long

SOFT MAKEOUTS WITH OIKAWA OKAY

so here you guys are at about 2am

Talking about how you missed eachother

“Y/N, I really want to get back together with you.”

😳

“Who would I be to say no to an offer like that?”

You guys go to school the next day

Give the rest of Seijoh 4 sQUEEZES

cuz they deserve it I love them dearly

on Saturday you guys actually went on a date!!

you wanna know what song came on the radio

MF IDOL

HE TURNS TO YOU GRINNING AND GOES

“Ya know you looked really cute doing this cheer, might want to see it again~”“OIKAWA TOORU I WILL NOT HESITATE TO CRASH THIS CAR”

End note: “Just a Friend to You” begins in two days and I’m v excited! (Once again thank you for 100 notes!) (self promotion ✨) But in all seriousness, please go check out Lexy’s stuff! She’s a great writer and is so sweet ❤️

~ Lex 🖤🤍