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cultofdixon · 2 years

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I’m Lucky I Found You

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Finally a Christmas without having to worry about anything but what’s been around since square one • SFW/Lil Angst • TW: Mentions of Pregnancy & Birth / Mentions of Frostbite

Happy Holidays y’all 🤍🎄

“It’s snowing!” The small child was up against the glass of the living room window watching the snow fall for a moment before pulling herself away to bother a few certain people upstairs.

The child struggles to climb onto the bed, resulting in her falling off along with the blanket covering the sleeping few. The thud caused the two in the bed to shot forward to the sound.

“I’m ok!”

“She’s gonna be the death of me” the drawl of his southern accent was music to the other’s tired ears as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. “You alright sweet pea?”

“Yes! Go back to sleep” the child wiggles herself out of the blanket only for the dog to investigate her momentarily as she collects herself.

“You heard the little one” He immediately wraps his arm around his significant other slamming them both back onto the bed causing a gasp to escape her.

“Daryl!”

“Shh. We’re supposed to be sleepin’ Y/N so Fallon wakes us up” Daryl rolled himself on top of his other half making her laugh beneath him. He suddenly rolled off when he was suddenly smacked on the back. “Okay what the hell!”

“It’s snowing!” Fallon went to smack him again when Daryl suddenly grabbed his squealing daughter bringing her into the cuddle puddle. “I wanna go outside! Not stay in bed!”

“Five more minutes” Daryl sandwiched his kid between him and his girl hearing them both giggle like maniacs.

After finally getting up and getting the overly excited child dressed for the snow, Fallon sprinted out the front door and immediately fell into a pile of snow. Daryl sprinted out shortly after to pick her up and make sure she didn’t hurt herself but once he lifted her, she started to giggle again.

“She really is gonna be the death of you” Y/N laughs a bit adjusting Dog’s sweater before letting him run out to the two and eventually the Grimes kids that joined.

“Uncle Daryl! Auntie Y/N! It’s snowing!” Judith smiles running over to Fallon the second she was set down as the two started to get to work on their snowman.

“Imma get the fireplace going, and maybe a certain birdie would be awake. Don’t let Fallon or Judith slip on the ice D” Y/N chimes in before letting Michonne and baby RJ into the house to enjoy the warmth.

“I ain’t gonna let’em slip—-hey no running!” Daryl yells watching the two run in the direction of the pantry to get a carrot for their snowman. But slipped every now and then because of the ice on the street. “They’re really out to get me” he groans catching up but didn’t see the curb do to the snow and tripped into a pile of it.

“Oh my god” Of course Aaron had to make his way over to the Dixon’s right as Daryl face planted. “Yknow…That’s not how you make a snow angel”

“Once I get up, I’m killing yea” Daryl groans taking the extended hand from his friend as Gracie gave them both pleading looks while holding the fish they’re bringing to Christmas. “They’re finding a carrot for their snowman, I’ll take that and you join’em?” He smiles watching the little one light up handing off the dish to Daryl before joining Judith and Fallon.

“So how’s Y/N holding up? Still spooked by what happened during the summer?”

“A bit. Fuck, so am I” Daryl frowns rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “But the Dixon and Grimes kids are fighters.”

“Hey don’t forget about my kid” Aaron smiles being a proud dad over his little one. “They’re all fighters”

“But still our babies” Daryl adds watching Judith and Fallon help Gracie up to put the finishing touch on their snowman. The sound of the gates opening startled the three a bit but once they saw who it was they started to run toward the arrivals.

“Better hope Auntie Carol didn’t bring another knife for Fallon” Aaron elbows his friend getting an eye roll in response. Not that Y/N has an issue with it, just Daryl wanting his little girl to stay his little girl forever and will always be protective of her.

The kids ran toward Carol and Ezekiel’s wagon and before they even got close, Henry stopped all of them picking them all up. The four-five year olds squealed giggling trying to get out of the teen’s arms as he mainly stopped them so the horses wouldn’t trample them.

“Need a hand?” Carol laughs patting her son on the back once they got the horses handled as he sets the kids down for all of them to swarm their aunt Carol. “Wow pawning them off to me?”

“They want to see you more than me” Henry scoffs playfully before going to help his dad.

“Did you bring it auntie Carol? Did you?” Judith smiles up at Carol as she couldn’t help her own before going to grab the thing in question.

The thing was the famous Grimes hat, Carol took it to get it padded to fit the five year old better. Judith squeals happily hugging Carol once more before running toward the Dixon house to show her mom. Gracie smiles happily going over to Ezekiel and hugging him quickly as Fallon made grabby hands toward her aunt being picked up immediately.

“You driving your dad crazy yet?” Carol smiles watching Fallon shake her head as she held onto her while she carried the little one. “Well there’s always time”

Soon everyone was in the Dixon house enjoying the company of their friends and family. Daryl went into the kitchen to grab a glass for Siddiq when he spotted Y/N staring at an unopened envelope by the sink while she held their two year old in her arms. The young one instantly ratting out his existence.

“Daddy”

Y/N immediately turns to the archer taking not only a clean glass for their friend, but their son Robin out of her arms.

“Gonna read it?”

“I don’t know if I’d like what is written…but she did go out of her way to write it and give it to someone she trusts to deliver it to me” Y/N frowns for just a second, only for her smile to return when not only Daryl kisses her forehead but Robin mimicking his daddy’s action.

“The kiddos wanna go out in the snow again, could give yea the time. Or we can go out later when everybody is settled and asleep. Give yea more privacy”

“You are the most perfect man…” Y/N smiles bringing herself close to kiss her husband, and then their little one. “But I just need a second…”

“Take all the time yea need. But I don’t make any promises that I won’t check on yea” Right as Daryl was making his leave, Y/N tugged on the back of his poncho.

“You need to get Robin suited for the snow. We don’t need to worry about frostbite”

Daryl scoffs with a smirk knowing damn well he’s gonna bubble wrap his two year old with snow clothes before joining the rest of the family.

Right as Robin was set in the snow in his layers, he immediately sprinted for the dog as Fallon whispers to Judith and Gracie what they should do. Making the three swarm Robin and add him into their plan. Michonne found purchase on the porch to their home watching the kids hide behind a snow covered bush to make snowballs.

“Dog, stick with’em” Daryl whistles at Dog who was already following the small pack of kids before sitting with Michonne. “Better cover RJ”

“Oh you already know their plan?”

“Yea think we ain’t gonna be pelted by snowballs at least once during the snowy season?”

“Fair” Michonne laughs using her scarf and blanket gifted by Aaron to cover them both. Her laugh faded along with her smile as she didn’t want to bring it up but Daryl could tell.

“No change…once it’s warmer in setting out for another two weeks.”

“I love your dedication Daryl and I appreciate it for more than just my sake…but it’s okay to stick around and just have to stay that way.” Michonne sighs softening a bit as she looks down at RJ who was comfortable snuggled up to his mother. “Your wife is too understanding. Given everything we’ve all faced…but you don’t want to miss any of this”

Daryl knew Y/N was always understanding of everything he’s done. She was always going to be on his side, even if he can be wrong, but those times she’s always told him how she felt about it.

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“Daryl”

“I can’t talk Y/N. I gotta get my gear”

“But Daryl”

Daryl stops the second he heard it as he drops everything he was holding onto the bed to bring Y/N into his embrace after hearing her start to sob.

“Daryl…if you have to, you have to. But p-please. It’s not just me anymore…” Y/N continued to sob holding onto Daryl as he wasn’t letting go any time soon knowing she’s referring to their kids. Their two beautiful kids that couldn’t afford to lose either of them or anymore of their family.

“I still gotta look…but I’ll always come back. For all of you…I ain’t disappearing”

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“He’s my brother…I won’t ever stop, but I’m not planning on missin’ any of this” Daryl gave Michonne a quick smile before it faded when the snowball was met with his face. Michonne immediately snorted to what happened as the little gasps from the girls were heard and the shocked expression on Daryl’s youngest was met with a harmless glare from their dad.

“He was supposed to aim for your chest”

“He’s a good shot!” Judith laughs giving another snow ball to Robin as he held it while Daryl got up towering the small child watching him drop the snowball.

“Guess I’ve got an advantage” Daryl picked up Robin holding him carefully but like he’d hold his crossbow. Robin started squealing as he picked up a snowball when Daryl lowered him enough to get one. “Get’em Robin!” He pointed toward sibling as Fallon was met with a snowball to the face.

“Scatter!” Fallon yells running away from the human crossbow being held by the expert.

Carol stepped out of the house with Henry to join in on the fun by getting a snowball set up and hitting her own son. Henry immediately started picking up the snow making them into snowballs before hitting anybody on site. The three little girls teamed up to get everybody who was also throwing snowballs.

The small fight lasted for what felt like hours which lead to Daryl carrying his sleepy kids back inside and Carol carrying Judith while Henry follows exhausted. Aaron carried Gracie inside as they all decided to have them sleepover. Part of having everyone under the same roof was comforting, reminded the quarry few about their time in the prison before the chaos. Daryl handed blankets off to everybody who needed one, watching Fallon get comfortable with Judith and Gracie as she refused to sleep in her own bed when her friends were over. Robin was comfortable in his Aunt Carol’s arms as she sat by the fire with Henry and Ezekiel.

Once he was sure knowing they’re all comfortable, Daryl went in search for his other half as it didn’t take long to find her outside on the porch swing with a now open letter.

“Everything alright?”

“Hershel is doing good, so is Maggie…but they aren’t coming back for a while” Y/N frowns readjusting when Daryl sat beside her wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she brought her blanket to cover them both.

“To Alexandria? That was obvious…cuz of Negan”

“No, to Hilltop. All of it. She’s going to explore more of what’s out there…with her son. Find and help people pretty much” Y/N leaned into Daryl feeling him rub up and down her arm soothingly. “Who knows when she’ll come back…”

“She’s strong. She and Hershel Jr. will be alright” Daryl kisses the top of her head hearing her hum happily. “And when she needs us, she’ll come back”

“I hope so” Y/N snuggles into her husband more feeling him tighten his hold on her. She looked out into the community seeing it start to snow once again as in a sense it was calming. “Daryl?”

“Yeah doll?”

“I’m lucky I found you”

Daryl felt the heat rise to his face and the uncontrollable smile break out on his face as he rests his chin on top of her head bringing her even closer.

“I’m lucky I found you too”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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interlunium-opus · 3 years

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Enhypen as your Best Friend: Jake edition

Is so kind, caring and selfless that he makes you feel like the spawn of evil or something.

“Jake, what the hell? You have all these cards, you could have won instead!” You shriek when you flip his cards over and discovered that he had enough +4 UNO card to flip the game over.

“Yeah, but you’d have to pick up like 20 extra cards,” he shrugs, picking up the cards to reorganize them.

“So?”

“Well, I don’t want to do that,” he mumbles before shooting you his signature megawatt smile, “Not to you at least. 10/10 would do it to Ni-Ki though.”

Always keep you at the forefront of his mind.

When he’s at the coffee shop: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her coffee yet,” and then he goes on to order you your usual.

When he’s at the bakery: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her lunch yet — gotta get her something,” and then he goes on to buy a selection of your favorite pastries.

When he’s shopping, “Oh, she really loves clothes like this — I’ll just get it for her.”

When he passes by a bookstore, “Oh, that’s the kind of book she likes,” then he quickly disappears into the bookstore to get it for you.

“What are you? Her mum?” Sunghoon would often complain as he is always the one being made to wait while Jake is busy getting you stuffs.

Quality time with him would consist of activities like baking nights; picnics; volunteer sessions and so on. Being the selfless lad he is though, he’d always take it upon himself to do the majority of the hard work (though he’ll slot in a chance to brag about himself in between especially if it concerns his strength or skills).

“Oh gosh, this is why restaurants and bakeries exists,” you complain as you rolled the dough for the umpteenth time.

“Let me,” he set down the cream he was mixing, offering to take over.

“Dude, no — you’re more exhausted than I am from your soccer practice, I have absolutely no right to compl-“

“Aww don’t worry about it. You’ve been studying all night too,” he assures, pulling a chair and beckoning you to sit down instead, “besides, I have the strength of like a hundred men so yknow things like these are peanuts for me,” he snickers.

Boi is flirty as heck though. Thank God, you have ice in your veins. Otherwise, you’d be catching feelings quicker than you can spell out his name.

“Do you want anything?” He asks as you guys stand in line at Starbucks.

You shook your head, “Nah, not a fan. I like Coffee Bean better.”

"Oh we can stop by later then," he suggests.

"It's fine Jake, we've already passed it by earlier."

Then suddenly after disappearing for some 15 minutes to allegedly take a call outside, Jake returned, oddly out of breath, with a Coffee Bean paper bag, filled with your usual coffee order.

“Dude! Coffee Bean is like what almost 8 minutes away by walk?! That's like a 16 minute return-trip or something...”

“Less if you run," he winks, “Come on, for you — anything."

Then as per his habits, he’d bite his lips as he grins.

Or that other time, during one of your baking nights:

“You know if you’re tired you can always cancel our baking night right?” You suggest as you unlock the door to your apartment.

“No way — it’s like our weekly ritual. Also it’s like therapeutic for me, a respite from all those rowdy boys at home; rowdy boys at practice and my hectic lifestyle,” he posits, placing the groceries, which he had insisted to carry, up onto your kitchen counter, “unless of course you’re tired? Then of course we can-“

“Never as tired as you’re supposed to be though — if you say so, then sure.”

“Aww,” he coos, “Seriously, if you’re tired, I’ll take over tonight.”

“No way, you’re always taking up my share of work, I feel like a freeloader.”

“Oh come on, freeloading is when it’s one-sided. We aren’t like that.”

“You must really like baking huh?”

“I mean yeah but actually, it’s not the baking per se that I love the most from our baking nights,” Jake murmurs as he help you unpack the groceries, “it’s being with you that I love the most. That’s the therapeutic part, you; making things together with you; making things for you; —“

You stopped unpacking and stare up at him, wondering what have you done so far to even deserve Jake. He stares back at you, beaming widely, “basically you.” ((Yeah he bit his lips after that))

As if there’s gravity, his hands are somewhat always on you whether it is an arm over your shoulders; his hand holding yours whenever you guys cross the road; his hand reaching yours whenever you just put a hand up to wave at him in the hallway; all the tackle hugs he does whenever he sees you; resting his head against your shoulders; and the list goes on (nothing you’re uncomfortable with though). No wonder the girls are always shooting glares at you — he’s always acting as if you guys are dating.

“Gosh, get a room!” Jay would always scream whenever he's around you two and Jake starts to get all clingy and handsy.

A good exemplary student but for you, just for you, he can make some sort of light concession. For instance, if you doze off in class, he’d cover your back.

“Oh crap, I dozed off didnt I?”

“A bit,” Jake whispers back, “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up once he starts moving around the hall,” he winks.

“Nah I shouldn’t, I’ve already missed out a whole page of notes,” you sigh when suddenly Jake pushes his book towards you, “Got you covered girl, don’t worry. Just get another 5 minutes of shut-eye alright? I know you pulled up an all-nighter last night.”

“I wish you’re as lenient to me as you to her,” Ni-Ki grumbles beside him.

Jake scoffs, “Nah not you bruh — you deserve being found out when you’re napping when all you do at night is playing games with Heeseung.”

Would excitedly wave at you, or send a flying kiss at you if he feels daring, during his soccer matches whenever he spots you in the crowd.

Playfully competitive in a very annoying way. “Hey, bet you can’t run faster than I can..." / “Hey, bet you can’t finish the homework within an hour..." / "Hey, bet you can’t squat more than I do...” — it’s ok though, you thought, ‘cus no human is perfect, he has to have a flaw especially when his selflessness is inhumanely off the charts.

Your study buddy! You guys are always either in the library, the class or at each other’s places — mostly to study (if you guys aren’t having your non-study-related quality time, that is). Of course, he’d get competitive eventually, “hey, bet you can’t solve question 12! I got it in just what 3 minutes?”

Boi is a coward but he would brave through anything for you (at least *try* to). That's how everyone knows you're his soft spot.

"Jake, you hate horror movies.”

“But you love the Conjuring series”

“Yeah, but I can just watch it alone. You don’t need to accompany me to the theatre for this.”

“Nah, why would I do that to you? Come on have some faith in me — horror movies are nothing.”

and then you found out from a trusted informant (Jungwon) that Jake couldnt sleep without the lights on for 1 week straight after that.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen scenarios #kpop scenarios #enhypen fluff #jake sim #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake scenarios

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dreamrecorder · 4 years

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Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall.

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it.

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more.

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?”

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils.

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself.

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice.

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?”

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue.

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore.

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It��s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil.

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer.

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night.

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #zhongli #childe #ganyu #ningguang

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cynettic · 3 years

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Kaeya x Reader ( enemies to lovers )

Summary - Enemies to Lovers kind of au :)

Pairings - Kaeya x Determined Reader

Warnings - Nonee

A/N - Lemme know if I should do the enemies to lovers au for any other characters :3

Enemies to Lovers

“I’m gonna become the next Cavalry Captain of the Favonius Knights!”

You showed up out of nowhere.

Coming to Monstadt with that exact celaration when you made it into the Favonius Knights, getting a job there. Of course Kaeya, the current Cavalry Captain took it with good humour.

Until he realized you were really aiming for his position.

You were an excellent addition to the Favonius Knights, perfectly capable and with potential to get promoted if you continued to work well and long enough.

At first everyone thought your proclamation was a joke. Wan exceptional individual, a newbie was already aiming so high? And for an already occupied position with intentions to take it?

But you worked for it.

Everyone looked over it as cute persistence, even Kaeya.

But eventually people started taking advantage of the situation to get Kaeya to work more.

I’m looking at Jean here-

“Ah, I suggest you start working on the paperwork Kaeya, you don’t want Y/n to steal your position do you-?”

Of course it was all jokes, but Kaeya did end up having to do more work.

So he eventually came to hate you.

His lifestyle changed, and he came back so tired from work that he didn’t even want to head to the tavern anymore.

Diluc thanks you for it-

So yknow what Kaeya does?

He decides to take you under his wing, with clear intentions of overworking you and make you lose interest.

You work for days, a combination of paperwork, commissions, and random cavalry Knight stuff, whatever that means. You hardly get any sleep.

But you don’t give in.

And then Kaeya asked you why it was so important to you, the position.

*Cues in the depressing mc backstory-*

Anyways, whatever your answer was did strike a cord in Kaeya, and he realized that first of all, your determination was real, not a faze. And that second, he had really overworked you, and you needed some sleep.

With this in mind, he feels really guilty, seeing as how he let the situation drive him to such petty decisions. He agrees to actually guide you through Cavalry duties and help teach you with better schedules, and yknow… not overwork you to death.

So when you came back to the Favonius Headquarters after your well earned break, Kaeya stayed true to his promise, and became a tutor like figure as you helped him with his job.

With you helping him out- he has more than enough time to go to the Tavern now :)

Jean didn’t mind that Kaeya had now taken you under his wing, and everyone found it cute.

And well… you and Kaeya grow much closer.

_-_-_-_-_

“Dummy…”

You leaned back into the plastic chair, the sore muscles of your back already throbbing after sitting there for such a long duration. It really wasn’t your fault though, and flashing a glare to the blue haired boy curled up on the bed, he only grinned back.

“Blaming me for getting sick? You’re so cruel Y/n~”

Your hand rested comfortably on his forehead, his two hands holding it in place because it was deemed ‘necessary,’ for him. His skin was hot against yours, and your eyebrows furrowed in worry. “It is your fault, going to Dragonspine and giving your jacket to a random girl you encountered? There was definitely better ways to deal with the situation.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?”

Snapping your hand back to your lap, you turned your head to face away from him. Partially to hide the flush of your cheeks, and to make sure you didn’t stutter when denying the accusation. “No, of course not, it’s just a hassle to take care of you…”

He only chuckled in response, and you could hear how weak his voice seemed compared to his usual relentless teasing. Often trying to make a competition out of the normal Cavalry duties, both you and Kaeya spent almost every working moment together. If not, you were both trying to complete tasks as quick as you could, especially when you tried to prove that you were superior at the job.

Of course it often backfired, considering he’d been working the job for a while now.

It often ended up with him taking care of any casualties you’d gained after going too recklessly into a commission, but when the unusual occurrence where he ended up hurt passed by, you didn’t hesitate to chastise him for it. Apparently you reminded him of Jean in situations like these.

“Anyways,” you continued, crossing your arms as you glanced back to the tired look on his face. “Go to sleep, it’s not like staying awake will do you any good.”

Kaeya opened his mouth to start with another retort that would undoubtedly lead to another argument, but he shut his mouth shortly after. You had a point, and being determined and stubborn, he wouldn’t be able to win an argument in this state.

With a soft hum, he buried his face further in the pillow. “Alright, do promise me you’ll save me some paperwork for tomorrow though, alright-?”

You knew very well that he just didn’t want you to spend all night finishing it up.

“We’ll see,” you stated in response, standing up to stretch your shoulders and back. “I’ll have to get going now, make sure to get enough rest.”

He hummed in agreement, and you took one glance at his fatigued face before heading to the door. Sure that he wouldn’t notice the tint of red that dusted your cheeks.

#genshin #genshin impact #kaeya #genshin Kaeya #reader #genshin x reader #Kaeya x reader #fluff #enemies to lovers #cynshealthysfw

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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My bad, I’m just now seeing the rules😭 I’ll choose shiguraki, dabi, and Hawks for the time traveling kids reaction

A/N: You’re all good baby! I kept looking at this trying to come up with a fitting situation for them and then I dreamt about being in all three situations last night??? lmaooo it was both terrifying and lucky hehe~ Hopefully, it’s as good as I’m imagining it

Side Note: I’m writing this with a baby (thankfully, but unfortunately, not mine!) on my chest. Get on my level. Jk, but everyone say hi <3

Warnings: Cursing

Shigaraki Tomura:

you and shigaraki came back from your daily walks

aka, people watching

and you two planned to play on the PS4 later

whiles you’re setting up the TV in the living room, he goes to his room to get the console and remotes

he opens the door, sees a baby on his bed, then immediately shuts the door

goes to you and kurogiri

him: “any of you know why there’s a baby on my bed?”

kurogiri: a baby? 😐

you: a BABY!!!?? 😍💞💞

you rush in there and to your amazement, there is a baby no more than six or seven months, gurgling on the bed

kurogiri is giving tomura the most judgemental look and shigaraki kinda feels embarrassed even though he swears he didn’t do anything

“please don't tell me it’s yours”

“i can assure you, y/n and i use prot--”

“oh my gosh, shiggy, she looks just like you with my hair and nose!”

kurogiri is over it

tomura is malfunctioning

you’re gushing over the baby girl, totally ignoring the fact that a literal child, who just so happened to look like a perfect mix between you and tomura, just appeared like a sick magic trick

was it a quirk?

was it time travel??

did tomura knock you up and everybody just somehow forgot???

so many questions, so little answers

in order to keep from getting a migraine, everybody followed your train of thought and just went along with it for now

shigaraki was less than pleased that his plans with you had been scrapped

he spent the day going shopping (stealing) for diapers, getting formula, buying clothes, and buying toys

feeding the baby was annoying

changing her was a nightmare

shigaraki threatened to disintegrate the child if she puked on him one more time

but everyone just adores her

she’s such a cutie

her toothless smile just warms up everybody’s hearts

even kurogiri is smitten

the day ends with you, the baby, and shigaraki in his room, getting ready for bed

he’s grumbling bc “can’t we just leave her on the couch or something”

you ignore him and he’s forced to get in bed bc no matter what, he’d never give up the chance to cuddle with you...even if it is with some stupid baby

after she falls asleep, you sigh and lean on his shoulder

“you really think she’s ours?” you ask

he wants to say i hope not, but the way you look at him with all the hope in the world makes his heart tingle

instead of answering, he softly kisses your lips and tucks the both of you in

when you both wake up, the baby is gone--probably back to her timeline

you're a little sad and shigaraki only says what he says NOT BC HE THINKS IT’S TRUE OR SOMETHING but bc your misery makes him itch

“don’t worry. i’m sure we’ll see the brat again someday”

Dabi:

when you came back to your apartment, holding a load of groceries, you were quite surprised to see the situation at hand

in the middle of your living room was dabi, at his big ass age, wrestling with a kid that couldn't be older than 12

least to say, you were pissed

“come on, fess up you little runt. did my old man have another kid”

“for the last time, NO! i’m yours!!”

“stop lying! my pull out game is too strong for that”

“EW! get off of me you staple-faced, burnt chicken nugget lookin’ fu--”

that’s when you intervened

“chicken nugget lookin’ what?” you questioned, looking at the boy with the look™️

the boy’s expression went from angry to scared in 0.2 seconds

dabi’s kind of impressed

“father. i-i was gonna say father”

“oh, that’s what i thought bc if you were gonna say what i thought your were gonna say, then i’d have to whoop your ass. but you weren’t, correct?”

“no ma’am”

“so we’re good?”

“yes ma’am”

“perfect. now what’s this about him being your father?”

dabi is taking out of his smugness and flinches under the heat of your glare

you ask him one time who he slept with and when he tells you you're crazy, you lunge at him

your kid lets you get a couple of good hits in before he decides to drop the news that he’s you two’s son of three from the future

you pause, his hand on your face and your fist in his hair

“deadass?” dabi says

the boy nods his head and you two take the time to look at him

his features are undeniably yours and dabi’s; he was one of those kids that if you sat them next to one or the other, they could look like both parents

you two take it better than he thought you would

“i always knew you wanted kids with me. simp”

dabi can’t even deny it. he just rolls his eyes and acts all tough

then he asks, “you sure you’re not gonna get erased from the time continuum by telling us?”

the boy shrugs “i mean...i hope not”

it’s beyond y’all at this point

so you spend the day with the kid, who was named after Dabi (Touya Jr.), and it’s so obvious he’s a momma’s boy

he helps you cook, set the table, and wash the dishes

smiles at you like you’re the entire world

dabi is kind of jealous from all the attention you’re giving him

fumes at the middle finger junior sneakily flips at him

does it back

claims to hate the kid but wipes the crumbs off his lip without hesitation

junior got the itis and is down for a nap

calls you two mom and dad before falling asleep

you get all 🥺 and even dabi is a little nostalgic when junior disappears

it’s quiet for a moment and then he says,

“wanna do a practice round in baby-making. yknow? for the future”

you roll your eyes but you aint say no!

Takami Keigo (Hawks):

hawks didn't expect to see a tiny kid on the edge of a building on his day off

there wasn't a lot that scared him, but he couldn't deny the fear hammering against his ribcage as he saw the child look around before jumping

thank goodness his speed wasn’t just talk

he caught the girl who didn't look a day past six

he’s in the middle of giving her a huge lecture about safety and mental health, she just giggles and gives him the biggest kiss on the cheek

“haha! i knew you’d catch me if i fall, papa~”

he’s too angry to even register what she called him

“that was totally dangerous, kid! what if i hadn't seen you? then what?”

“then i would fly” she said like it was the most obvious thing

he’s dumbstruck as two beautiful white wings sprout out of thin air and allow her to float next to the hero with ease

hawks blinks bc yeah anyone could have wings, but he could tell that feather pattern from anywhere

it was his

it was like his own fingerprint was staring at him

did he accidentally knock someone up bc that would be a big uh-oh

y/n wouldn't like that at all

he asks the child who he is to her and she repeats, “papa~”

he then asks who the mother was and she goes, “mommy~”

she’s not the brightest crayon in the box, that’s for sure

“what’s mommy’s name, kid,” he asks with the patience of a saint

“Takami Y/N~”

“you’re coming with me”

flys across the city with conviction

you’re lying on your bed, face mask on and reading a book in peace before your oh so wonderful boyfriend comes crashing through your open window

you don’t even flinch. so used to his surprise visits, you close the book and sigh

“to what do i owe the great pleasure of having you break into my house? again”

hawks holds the cute girl up, squishing her cheek as she laughs from the adventure they just went on

“mommy!”

“surprise!”

this time, you drop the book

eventually, with some cupcakes and chicken, the little girl tells you two about how she went to play with some kid and got zapped by a quirk and ended up here

you also find out she’s the youngest of four

you look a little sick but keigo gives you a shit-eating grin

he’s so excited about having a family with you

you can’t deny the tingle in your heart

parades the girl around the house and they’re both laughing the same laugh, eyes bright with joy

it makes your heart hurt and now you have to join into the shenanigans

you spend the day playing games, doing face masks, and reading books to fall asleep to

when you wake up, she’s gone but keigo’s arms are still firmly wrapped around your waist

“so now that you know i’m gonna trap you with four kids, when are you gonna pop the question?” you joke

but hawks isn’t laughing. instead, he’s smiling at you in a way that makes your eyes widen

he digs in his coat and pulls out the ring

“i was gonna try and make it a little more romantic. but why wait? so, what do ya say to taking my last name?”

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owen-not-carvour · 2 years

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not to interrupt the amazing werewolf-curt Thoughts,, but i have done Nothing today and szols recent posts have shaken up some other Thoughts and i wanna share em bc i haven’t said much in the lasts few days..

these tie into another whole Situation that i’ll tell y’all abt later but are also basically just,, how would they be if they didn’t kill each other and decided to Start Over instead…

bc ofc they have their issues after that. like not even the whole Owen Still Hates Curt thing or curt’s deal w alcohol (even though he is Actually getting better w that by the end of the show)

this is what i think their Lasting Effects from Everything would be:

owen: he’s got hella abandonment issues. like i don’t even have to say it, but yeah. he would absolutely Hate being alone after all that. partly because of curt leaving him when he fell ofc,, but also because he was Technically still alone even when he was with chimera, too. as in he Sure As Hell didn’t have another curt,,, he said it himself, he doesn’t do partners anymore. and he was mostly just surrounded by people who wanted to use his skills and cultivate him into the deadliest man alive, so not much room to make friends either (not like he Would though),,, but anyways even (especially) after they go back and start fixing things between them,, whenever curts on any missions to go try and stop chimera, owens like oh no what if it happens again and he leaves or gets killed or Something else entirely and he never comes back.. but ofc curt always makes it back. after everything, that ends up one of owens biggest fears. he even makes curt promise to be back as fast as he fucking can,, bc even if it’s not much, it still means Something yknow. but yeah. owen hates being left alone after it all.

curt: his main thing after Everything is being terrified of the people he cares abt getting hurt and that his little found family will be taken from him again somehow. like no matter how small and inconsequential an injury is, like say owen accidentally burns or cuts himself while cooking,, curt Has to take care of it. bc he thinks that if he doesn’t Something will happen bc of it. bc it happened once, so it can happen again, even if it’s not his fault. so no matter how small an injury is,, curts just nononono not again Absolutely Not. bc he’s so scared that he’ll lose owen again (or anyone else ofc,, owens just the one he’s around the most,, and the only one he’s already lost once ofc) and no matter how many times owen tells him it’s fine and that things are so much better than they were or that the past is Behind them,, curt still has to do it. eventually it gets to where he doesn’t Panic as much,, but he definitely still freaks out a bit yknow.. the first few times it happened owen tried to get him to leave him alone so he could deal w whatever happened himself,, but curt legit wouldn’t take no for an answer and it wasn’t until later that curt explained and owen understood. after that,, he understands why he does it. it’s curt’s way of trying to prevent anything bad from ever happening to them again,, as well as his way to try and make reparations for what Did happen to them bc he didn’t care enough abt what could happen. so now he compulsively cares Too Much.

also i think this stuff is a Lot worse at the start of them trying to fix things and causes a lot more worry from both of them at the top,, but as time goes on and they get more used to the way things are now and Heal,, these don’t go away perse?? but they fade into the background and just kind of become little things they just have to incorporate and work around yknow.

these guys have been through hell and back and it sure as hell hasn’t been easy for them. so Yeah. there’s that. :)

#again #this stuff rlly ties into another au of sorts i have #i’ll tell ya abt it later bc i rlly like it a Lot #but yeah that’s a thing for Not Now lol #i just like thinkin abt these guys and trying to make them not suffer So bad #but like they gotta suffer some #even after the Main suffering ig #anyway #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curtwen

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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uh another levihan college au inspired from recent adventures. kind of a continuation of this one?

-- in short, boring self-indulgent drabble under the cut, read at your own risk lmao --

The mist left a film of fog on Hange’s glasses—the haziness in the air lingered after the storm, right over the clearing before the shore. However, it didn’t keep her from running through it anyway, excited to show her new friend Levi her favorite spot on campus.

“Hange, it’s 2am. Shouldn’t I walk you back to your apartment? Nanaba might be worried—“

Hange paused, her sneakers squeaking in the wet grass beneath her as she turned. She looked at Levi, and then towards Erwin and Moblit, giving them all a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I just sent her a text! She knows where we are and that we’ll all be back soon!”

Erwin and Moblit nodded and walked ahead, leaving Hange to wait for Levi.

She reached out her hand towards Levi, tilted her head to the side and grinned. He looked at her, ponytail a bit damp in the humidity, a baggy t-shirt printed with the name of some obscure band he never heard of before, glasses fogged but not enough to hide the undying light in her eyes as bright as the moonlight hitting the water just behind her. Hange was quite intriguing to him, to say the least.

So he ran up to catch up to her, but in her excitement, she took off before he could grab her hand—Levi wondered why he felt a little disappointed.

“Hange, be careful!” Levi yelled out as she quickly climbed down the giant rocks on the edge of the grass leading down to the lake water below. His shoes were wet from the rain soaked grass, so he kept a good grip on the rocks beneath him as he stepped down. It was quite dark so he shined his phone light to help them see better, but failed to see a patch of moss, slipping forward after stepping on it.

Hange was quick, and Levi soon found himself completely fallen in her arms—he wasn’t sure if his heart was racing because of that, or because he almost fell into the rocks below. Surely it was because of the latter, he assured himself.

“You okay, Levi?” She asked while helping him down on to the rock she stood on. He nodded, eliciting a smile from her. She plopped down on the further rocks below, dangling her legs over the edge, right next to Erwin laying down on the rock beside her, and Moblit sitting just behind her. Patting the space next to her, Levi followed, taking the invitation to sit.

The water washed up against the rocks below, the easy whooshing of the waves calming the tipsy feelings from their night out at the bars down to a relaxing buzz—smiles plastered on everyone’s face except for Levi, which had unwound to a slightly less menacing scowl.

Eventually the four came to talking—inevitably Erwin pulled out the classic trio of deep questions since it felt like that kind of night—biggest regret, biggest fear, and biggest aspiration—and the rest of them just rolled their eyes and went with it. Between insightful shares and stupid jokes and tangents sprinkled throughout the conversation, Levi caught himself staring at Hange every few minutes—he noticed she was oddly silent at some points throughout the time they sat out there. It had to be a record of some sort—Hange was only ever talking every minute of the the entire month Levi has known her. But he didn’t say anything nor point it out, and simply stole glances at the light of the half moon shining down against her frame. Her eyes focused far into the distance, out into the endless water that stretched for miles.

When the clock hit 3:30am, the group began to make moves to leave, but Hange continued to sit.

“I just wanted to sit for a few more minutes, I’ll see you all later!” And continued to stare out at the water, ripples glimmering in the moonlight.

Erwin, Moblit, and Levi looked at each other, silently agreeing that someone stay with Hange and walk back home with her. So the two left, and Levi quietly walked back towards Hange, standing a few feet behind her, his arms crossed. He wanted to ask Hange what had been on her mind every time he caught her spaced out from the conversation, but luckily, he didn’t have to.

Pointing a finger out towards the horizon, Hange said, “Did you notice how you can’t see where the night sky and the water touch?” Levi looked out, staring into the dark abyss that lay before them.

“Sky and stars blurring into moonlight reflected on moving water—it’s beautiful isn’t it? As though something so dynamic meets something so still, two opposites yet they meet in the middle and it’s almost like they’re one… an endless loop of something really special. And no one would know unless you watched just at the right moment, like here in this spot in the middle of the night only—no other time of day would you see this, yknow?

Levi watched as Hange spoke, fixated on her smile as she explained.

Was she even making sense? He wasn’t sure—it was late and maybe his head wasn’t wrapping around it properly.

But, he was sure of at least one thing in her little monologue—Hange was dynamic, loud, gentle yet fierce, with an ability to reflect light and somehow made it even more beautiful—just like the water below. And maybe he was like the night sky… still and quiet, colors gentle and focused. And maybe… they were meeting in the middle, at just the right time in their lives.

He wanted to tell Hange, but he knew the words would never come out of his mouth right, so he continued to sit on his thoughts.

After sharing a few more moments listening to the waves crash softly below, Hange stood up and pulled Levi into a tight embrace.

“Thanks for meeting me in the middle, Levi,” she whispered, and began to climb the rocks, beckoning him to come up with her.

Levi followed, baffled at her words, a rush of heat filling his cheeks—it was almost like Hange read his mind.

#levihan #levihan fanfic #college au

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hunni-pen · 3 years

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Okay how does this sound, multi-chapter Eren/Y/N fic, eventual smut, comedy of sorts, just fun lighthearted good times, the chance I flake out halfway through, delete it, and take 3 months write a oneshot instead, and a shakey plot?

Idk I just wanna write something a little self-indulgent, and I don’t want it to feel like a task😭😭 But my self-indulgent works are always my best😫

I’ll write up a little sneak peek for you guys, and we could see how it goes from there. Give me your thoughts on it okay😳😳

SNEAK PEEK

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(Y/N) hated doing things on their own. Simple things like riding the bus, going to the store, or even walking around university, were terrifyingly daunting tasks.

Which would make one think she had a fruitful social life, full of friends, parties and relationships. But this was not the truth either. In fact, what made going out so scary was the chance that they’d have to interact with people. The store clerk, bus driver, classmates in the hallways who she doesn’t remember the name of, or which class they’re even from!

One thing they did enjoy doing alone , is being at home. At home in her apartment with her music on. It’s so quiet in there they can leave their phone in the living room and still hear her music from her room. Where they can dance through the hallways without worrying someone might see.

After a long shift at work she likes to leave her shoes in the living room, and she drops her bag on the floor next to them. Stripping as they make their way to the bathroom. Nothing feels better than taking off that ugly blue vest and stupid black shirt. Those itchy slacks, and unsupportive nonslip shoes. Freeing herself of all the restricting clothing felt good. It was her home afterall.

She got to eat whatever she wanted, when she wanted. She cleaned when she wanted, and didn’t have to worry about everyone’s mess. Kept the guest bedroom closed, never entered.

Putting the occasional late night/early morning paranoia thoughts of what’s in that corner? Or QUCIK! Check the closet! Living alone wasn’t so bad.

Or that was until the landlord hiked up rent last minute, and the thought crossed their mind. Should I get a roommate? She dismissed it immediately, she could start saving, spending a little smarter... less.

Who wants a stranger in their home anyways? Shed’d have to change their whole lifestyle to accommodate to living with some other chick! (No offense to said hypothetical girl.) It’s not that they couldn’t adapt to situations for the good of themself and others perhaps, but what if they(the stranger) were insane huh?

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Eren Jeager was not a girl. If (Y/N) wasn’t two seconds from actually pissing her pants, she would’ve laughed. This is what they get for getting ahead of themself.

The idea of having only $60 at the end of each month was not pleasant, so of course she’d hopped on the first opportunity presented by Zeke. In the picture he showed her Eren looked like a girl.

This was not that girl! That’s girl was small and cute and blonde, and she had pretty blue eyes. And this... man was not small, nor cute. Shit switch that dingy flannel he had on to a leather jacket and (Y/N) would’ve assumed he was a biker.

“Are you okay?” Eren shuffled on his feet awkwardly. “You look like you’re about to puke.”

“Huh? Uh, sorry. I just wasn’t you to look like a dude.” (Y/N) wanted to physically cringe. Why did they say that?

Erens eyebrows raised, he laughed, “did Zeke not tell you I was a guy?”

“What? No, I got kind of ahead of myself. I said I’d take you no matter what.”

Which was a good idea at the time considering the fact that “no matter what” only meant, female, safe, clean, and willing to kill spiders and cockroaches.

His face seemed to brighten more and he reminded (Y/N) of a labradoodle. “No matter what? Is okay that I have a dog then? I totally forgot to ask, but I couldn’t just leave him with my parent’s yknow.”

“Dog?”

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Roommates to friends to lovers type shit

Vibes like these

#help me decide #it’s literally up to y’all #and they were roommates #eren jaeger x reader #writing #reader insert #attack on titan #aot #modern au #advice #modern aot #eren jeager #modern eren #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #friends to lovers #eren fluff #light hearted good times

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transsexualhamlet · 3 years

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If you're still doing the song ask can you do Sherliam?

Yes, of course! Sorry it took me a while to get to this one lol but yessss

Song ask was make a 10 song playlist for a ship or character and since I think there's demand for this Im just gonna stick it in the actual sherliam tag!

Generally, it's a lot easier for me to do characters than ships but I have actually thought about this one a lot. I know a lot of the songs are pretty basic, but they work really well so stfu. I tried to put these in chronological order according to the storyline from when they first met to where things are now, but a lot of them would be simultaneous, so yeah lol

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5flNUgIR44PNjUOd8inbgh?si=8ac0229621ba4694

Catch Me If You Can by Set It Off: I made an amv for this song as well with them, and I really cannot think of any song that fits them more than this one to be perectly honest. I mean. Catch me if you can. But seriously it is everything with how they interact with each other. They're having way too much fun with the game, they're playing with each other and leading each other on and both on opposite sides and completely in sync. Motherfuckers are basically canonical soulmates but hmm intellectually fighting each other is basically sex for them.

From The Gallows by IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: As soon as I read ynm I knew this was exactly Liam to Sherlock. I think a lot of my ships fit this dynamic very well, but. Yeah. Mans is like yes we are enemies yes I'm deeply in love with you please judge me to be worth saving or not so if you don't think you can kill me and I'll be happy. Pretty straight forward there.

Masterpiece Theatre I by Marianas Trench: This one is Liam singing, and I think that altogether, the whole set of those three masterpiece theatre songs work for the whole series, both the anime and manga. But the first one especially. God, it works so well. It's all this incredibly guilt ridden person lamenting their great plan and how at the end they 100 percent plan to let it all be destroyed, including themself, over Yearning towards someone they're not supposed to be with and that they've been hiding a lot from. They've become all lies and fronts and they've had to ignore all their emotions for quite some time, and all they want to do is give it all up and cry into this person's arms even if it would go against everything they've worked for, even if it would kill them.

Collar Full by P!ATD: This one is pretty easy, I think both of them could be singing it at once. They're both awfully head over heels for each other and they've been pining for an ungodly amount of time that their natural state is just Yearning, but they know that if they ever got together it would be a chemical reaction that would destroy everything. All of the world is watching them and they have to hide it or die, they know if they were to be open about their secrets there would be nothing left between them to stop it from all falling apart, so they'll try to be together and try to pretend to be oblivious to why they can't. At this point though, it's been so long and all they've done is fall farther that they don't really care and they would rather collide and let the chaos happen just for the chance to embrace each other. AND "You've got a pocket full of reasons why you're here tonight, so baby tonight just be... the death of me" is LITERALLY JUST THE CANON

Hell by Dear Sherlock: I cannot believe how lucky i was to come across a song by a band called DEAR SHERLOCK? But yeah this one basically delves into Liam in the final problem, in his thoughts and in his letter. He's not in a good place at all, and he's sunk to his darkest, thinking himself to basically be the devil incarnate, and things are coming to their climax, shit's going to go down, and he's obsessed with trying to get Sherlock to kill him and end it all. Liam has been holding back all his emotions for a long time and they're all going off at once and he wants to expose all of them to Sherlock alone, leaving him vulnerable. Even though it's the thing he's always been most scared of, he craves it. He knows he's in love and he knows that's a problem but he'll do anything to die at Sherlock's hands at this point and he's convinced that Sherlock must hate him enough to do it but he'll confess everything anyway.

Achilles Come Down by Gang Of Youths: Surely, everyone knows this song, and it can be way overdone, but once again... it's them. Sherlock is desperately trying to convince Liam not to jump. Liam isn't listening.

Come With Me by Chxrlotte: I've actually made a sherliam amv to this song. I just happened to stumble across it and every single lyric fits perfectly into the storyline, especially in the anime. It's super soft and shippy yknow but this one is definitely Sherlock singing it- he doesn't care if they're supposed to be on opposite sides, he wants to make Liam happy even if the whole world is against it. He'll cross any line to reach him and he wants to always be there for him and even if he has to wait years and years he'll always forgive him and no matter what he believes they'll eventually reunite.

It's Alright by Mother Mother: Man, this song always gets me, but I think this really encompasses how good they can be for each other after it all goes down. They've both been incredibly reckless, self destructive, and kind of fucked up. They each have complimentary problems that make them feel like they're barely worth being alive. But because they love each other so much and they want the other to survive and be happy, neither of them is allowed to die, and they're going to live on together and they're going to heal each other and they're going to cry to each other and embrace each other and learn to live with themselves and get better and fix everything. God, they need it so much, and they need each other.

In Our Bedroom After The War by Stars: Again, I know this song is overdone, but just imagine this after the fall? Imagine this when they're both healing from the fall and learning to live with Billy in America? And like, it's a really tentative time, they're all still hurting so much and Sherlock has got to constantly worry if Liam is gonna throw himself off the fucking roof? But he hasn't yet and it looks less and less likely that he's gonna, so that's one good thing at least. They're able to settle down and try to calm their nerves and get away from the shit that's happened, and they cling to a very domestic routine, at once still so broken but healing and constantly reminded of just how much they have to be thankful for.

Laughter Lines by Bastille: I've always thought of this as a song for nezushi (from no. 6) because of the whole eventual reunion somewhere far down the line yearning but GOD they REALLY DID THAT IN THE ANIME and even kind of in the manga they have still been separate from each other a lot and on like, other ends of the goddamn planet. They spent a long time trying to be able to reach each other and get together, and they finally got to a good spot where they're able to accept it. Because so many things happened and there was a lot yet to be done, they had to leave each other for a long time with no way to contact each other, but they'll be waiting for the time when the other can finally come back and they're both healed enough to settle down. Cries real tears.

#rowan gets yelled at #sherliam #moriarty the patriot

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prof-peach · 4 years

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Hello professor, I have a pretty heavy question I’m afraid, but I’m running out of people to ask, so I’ll try my best to keep it PG13.

It’s my Mienshao, Daisy. Up until recently, she and I were members of a police task force tasked with rooting out illegal Pokemon smuggling rings and underground high stakes tournaments. We’ve been partners for a long time, me and Daisy, we grew up together, and I dare say we made a great team. But then things went wrong.

For the sake of security I can’t go into too much detail, but we were participating in a raid when we got ambushed. Someone must have tipped the smugglers off, because they were waiting for us when we got there. During the firefight, there was an explosion, a gas tank got set on fire by a charizard, I believe, and Daisy and I happened to be close. She got out with a few minor burns and scrapes, I... Did not.

I’ll spare you the gory details, but I have been confined to a wheel chair ever since, and I am due to be fitted for a prosthetic leg next week.

I won’t lie, the transition has been hard for everybody, me, my friends, my family. My other Pokémon have been hovering around me like over protective nannies for weeks. But I think out of all of us, Daisy has been taking it the hardest. Half of the day she spends locked to my side like a bodyguard, threatening to punch anyone that gets too close into oblivion. And the other half, well...

She’s started putting herself through some kind of hellish self training routine. Doing katas until she all but collapses from exhaustion, running laps for hours, fighting every Pokemon she can convince to fight, wild or trained. Daisy’s always been tough, and she’s always loved training, but this... This isn’t training, it’s a death march. I’m getting extremely worried, and that’s not even everything!

She’s stopped eating her favorite foods, deliberately choosing ones I know she hates, she won’t let me pet her anymore, she just steps out of reach, trying not to look at me. But most worryingly, she’s started cutting off her whiskers. She’s always been so proud of her whiskers, she groomed them every day, always got grumpy when I teased her for having a big ol’ mustache. Now anytime they get longer than an inch, she slices them off with her claws and throws them in fireplace, like some kind ceromony.

I’m almost certain Daisy feels guilty for coming out mostly unscathed, when I didn’t. She’s always been a bit protective, even before we joined the police, and she’s saved my life multiple times out in the field, but now she feels like she’s failed me, I think. I’ve tried to convince her that it wasn’t her fault, but that only seems to redouble her efforts. I’m terrified she’s going to burn herself out if she keeps going like this, and I don’t know what to do.

I know this is a pretty heavy question, but I I’m not sure who else to ask. Is there anything I can do to convince her that she doesn’t need to hurt herself like this? Or, something? Just anything to help! Losing my leg was jarring, but losing Daisy would be unbearable!... I just... I just want my best friend to be okay.

I am sorry for what you’ve been through, I cannot begin to understand what it’s like to be in your shoes, but like all recovery, physical or mental, this will take a fair bit of time to get past, you both may never fully return to how things were, but it can get better and you can both return to a full life together with work and dedication.

I’ve certainly seen Pokemon go to extreme lengths after dangerous incidents to protect their loved ones or themselves, in this case it would be wise to assume your pokemons suffering with a hefty bill of PTSD, and needs some actual therapy to handle the feelings and thoughts they’re having. We have facilities to accommodate that if you’re local to Johto, but most Pokemon centres will be able to put you in contact with reliable and certified practices to begin unravelling the issues that now plague Daisy.

That she considers herself to have come away reasonably unscathed is not true, yes your life has physically changed, but she needs to step back and take a look at her life too. Everything’s different now, and more specifically how she’s treating herself and handling her feelings. If that’s not trauma and injury, I don’t know what else it could be. You both came away with damage that day, physical or not. The first step is to help her see that, and to begin to understand that despite this all, you can both continue to move forward together if you can overcome the injury together, it is an event you shared, and you two can aid each others recovery with time and care.

There’s some seriously gifted therapists out there, those who study for years and can help far more than me, they’ll take time to break down the events, and start to really get into the feelings that your partner is going through. The cycle for Daisy right now comes around to self-punishment, and seems to be stuck on a loop. She needs time and space to process her feelings of guilt, grief, fear and loss, facing them instead of burying herself in her rigorous training. While it is difficult to discuss, you two have a strong bond that means you could talk with her. Try to remind her who’s truly responsible, she may be blaming herself, which is pretty common in these situations, but at the root of it, you were doing your routine job, and the bad guys, the Pokemon smugglers and goons are to blame. THEY caused the issue, not her, and while it may not sink in right away it’s worth saying, and sticking to. You said you told her that it wasn’t her fault, which is the gut reaction, perhaps giving her a logical target instead of herself will work better for now. Reiterating the true issue, and taking the heat off of her may help with other tasks such as self care, later down the recovery road.

Her guilt will feel terrible, but it kind of works as a protector, keeping her distanced from the worse, more overwhelming feelings of helplessness and powerlessness. In fact the guilt that masks this all will slowly make things worse over time. That underlying intense emotion below the guilt is what you both need to work through, but more than anything, she needs to face it, in her own time, come to terms with it, and eventually (hopefully) come to an understanding that life is an endless cycle of events, things will happen, but you have to pick yourself up and turn the lemons into lemonade. She could have lost you that day, that you came away with your life is a miracle, and now you two get more time together because of that. Luck isn’t something that runs out, it’s not like there’s only so much of it to go around, it is like wining the lottery. Sometimes 20 people win, other times no one does. It’s hard to accept, but there’s no greater order to stuff that happens, but when we can come to this conclusion, it’s oddly freeing. I’ve seen a fair few Pokemon in a symilar state who can move on when they realise there’s an odd randomness to the world and everything that goes on.

This is a job for someone with far greater skills than I, but you must help her by also looking after yourself, laugh when you can, show her that your life is still very full, and that you have loved ones, and joy to share with others. You mentioned that you’re due a prosthetic, and though the transition will be long and no doubt a little difficult at first, getting yourself back on two feet (kind of) will show her, and your other Pokemon that you’re willing to move forward. I think there’s a lot to be said about talking during this all. She wants to fight, to be strong, if this is how she’s going to cope, fine. If she’s out training, sit with her, spend whatever time you can by her side, as she’s taking this the hardest. You don’t have to say a thing, just try to do your best, without putting yourself in too much discomfort or pain. Reminding her who would be devastated if it had been her who got hurt, if she was not around, may help ground her back in reality a bit. You both got granted a gift that day, you came away alive, if she works so hard she burns out, that gift was wasted. She can use her kindness, and strength to help you, she can pass her knowledge and skill forward, but it’s hard to help others, and do your best if you’re exhausted beyond reason. Kind of like trying to give people bread from a basket but the damn basket is empty yknow? You got to take time to refill so you can help those around you again, so you have some bread to give. I know, probably sounds a little dumb but it’s always been the way I remember it.

Another very useful thing I’ve found with trauma survivors would be meeting others who have been in the same position. There’s plenty of support groups for both people and Pokemon who have been through events that left them in a difficult situation, emotionally and physically. Even here at the lab we have many species who have been left without limbs, with life changing damage, and a lot of them also have the emotional trauma too. She would probably do well to spend time with them, you can send her to a resort to retreat and recoup erase, mix with others who were just as angry as she is now, or you can take time to go with her to groups to interact with others. It’s one thing to have humans help, but it’s a whole other level of connection when Pokemon can help their own. They bond quicker, trust faster, and generally are more open to listening when it’s coming from a place of mutual experience. If she had time to talk to pokemon who actually lost their trainers, or parts of themselves, she may find some peace, even if only temporarily.

Don’t mention the whiskers, and where possible don’t offer her foods she actively likes, but also not ones she actively dislikes. Just for now. Start the ball rolling with just plain simple things that are neither good or bad. Indifferent is better than bad right now, the punishment she’s inflicting on herself will need addressing further, so contact a therapist, they use Rotom or porygon to translate from poke-speech to human language, and the repair can begin with a registered professional. My advice is not sound proof, I certainly feel like I have missed something important, it’s a big response, but it’s a start in the right direction, and should you come up to any further issues, message back and update us with what’s going on. With work you two will be on track to recover. Remember, patience is the biggest thing here, you two have history, and a therapist will no doubt take the sessions as a pair, and work with you to help Daisy feel less guilty over time. I hope you both find peace, and that both of you repair in due time. Good luck with the new leg, a step towards recovery for sure.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #take this one with a pinch of salt #I’m no therapist #but I certainly hope you both find some peace

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mouisorange · 3 years

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☰ yandere alphabet

〔Pesci〕

〔 Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? 〕

Pesci is a nervous wreck when it comes to actually interacting with his darling. He would love to hold his darling and generally give them affection, but he tends to freak out when darling is upset: so as long as they’re unwilling, he’s not going to be physically giving any affection. Though, he will try and buy them things he knows they like. This is both to show his affection and to offer peace offerings in hopes that darling might like him better.

〔 Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? 〕

While Pesci is timid, and would rather comfort his darling or otherwise deal with it in a less than direct way, he’s more than willing to do what he has to in order to keep his darling with him. Even more so if his darling directly asks him to do something. He seems to have low self-esteem and would want to gain approval from his darling, similarly to how he acts around Prosciutto at times. It’s likely that he’d be willing to get messier than he normally would if he thought it would please darling in some way.

〔 Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? 〕

Pesci wouldn’t mock his darling, though he can’t help but get a bit frustrated after a while. He tries to give them space and gain their trust again, but it’s a bit difficult to just leave them all alone. Both because he doesn’t enjoy it when they’re sad (and being alone means they have to be at least a little sad, right??) and because he got so used to seeing them that he craves being near them. Photos and stuff he ‘borrowed’ a while back, don’t really give him the same feelings after interacting with the real deal. He’ll bring them food they like, overall everything he does feels like he’s trying to convince a stray to come into his house.

〔 Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? 〕

He’ll force them to eat, and generally try to make them take care of themselves if he feels like they seriously need it. Though he feels extremely guilty, so darling becoming upset with him over him trying to make them do anything might be enough to make him leave them alone for a bit. Pesci will eventually suck it up after some venting to Prosciutto and do what he thinks he needs to do. He also really wants to cuddle and hold them so Pesci will likely sleep in the same bed as them even if they really don’t want him to.

〔 Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? 〕

Pesci is pretty vulnerable! He won’t open up until he thinks darling has accepted him or their situation enough to not be upset by him. He’s vulnerable enough to be manipulated by darling if they know how to, since he adores them greatly and wants them to love him as much as he loves them. He isn’t stupid though, if darling tries to manipulate him and he figures it out, they won’t be able to do it again without him questioning their behavior.

〔 Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? 〕

He’d kinda understand, though at the same time he’s upset that they’re upset and even more so because they’re fighting him. Pesci assumed (though he hoped that maybe they’d be happy, despite knowing better) that they’d give him the cold shoulder, but they’re upset enough to fight him? It’ll make him question if he should’ve just tried harder to make darling fall for him the normal way. He’ll regret it somewhat but he knows he has to suck it up and keep going, they’ll leave him if he lets them go back to how it used to be!

〔 Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? 〕

Pesci definitely does not view anything about this as a game. He wants a relationship with his darling, and doesn’t enjoy watching them try to escape him. He doesn’t really understand why they’d want to get away him, he gets that he’s not the best looking or anything but he doesn’t treat them badly! Watching his darling try so hard to run from him hurts and makes him pretty upset overall.

〔 Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 〕

It’s honestly a tie between him kidnapping them and his seemingly random meltdowns! He did plan out his whole kidnapping thing, but his nerves ended up getting in the way of doing it right. Pesci really did want to do it without upsetting his darling (ironic since they’ll be upset anyways) but... yknow mistakes happen is all. As for his meltdowns, it’s really the only time darling might get hurt with him freaking out and all. A mixture of all his guilt and anxiety around his darling just eventually snaps into a puddle of crying and breaking things. After a meltdown is really the only time he’ll forcefully give his darling affection, later on in the relationship he might even try and get them to return the affection via guilt-tripping.

〔 Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 〕

Pesci’s let romance movies influence his idea of love just a bit, he really wants them to fall for him as much as he’s fallen for them! He enjoys the idea of sweeping them off their feet more than he’d be willing to ever admit to anyone (though he may indirectly tell Prosciutto when asking for advice). Overall, he’d like a typical quiet, domestic life with darling where he gets to come home to them and relax after work.

〔 Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 〕

He absolutely gets jealous, as he’s already insecure and knows that there are a lot better guys than him. He might lash out at the “rival” (or friend, or honestly even people off the street every now and again) but it depends on just how friendly or handsy they’re getting with darling. If darling’s reciprocating the ‘affection’ at all he’s going to have a nervous breakdown.

〔 Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? 〕

Pesci’s pretty nervous! And by ‘pretty’ I mean he’ll be stuttering over his words, especially during the first couple interactions with darling. Try to avoid giving him affection for a while, he might legitimately blow a fuse if darling tries to hold his hand or compliment him. Honestly, eye-contact or even the knowledge that they’re looking at him for the first time makes his heart go haywire. Don’t worry though, he’ll get over it as the conversations get longer! Especially if Prosciutto sees him acting like that and says anything about it.

〔 Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 〕

He’ll try and be friendly and get them to like him when actually interacting with them, though he’s a pretty intense stalker at times! Pesci will eventually start learning more about darling’s hobbies and interests in hopes that it’ll bring them closer. Darling will probably end up approaching him first without knowing it because of his nerves, unless Prosciutto pushes Pesci to do something. He’ll try and be the kind of person that he thinks darling would want in an attempt to go about it in a ‘sweet’ or ‘romantic’ way, but will probably end up kidnapping them out of fear that someone better than him will take them away.

〔 Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? 〕

Not necessarily! Sure, darling doesn’t need to know that he’s a gangster, but he still acts nervous around them like he does around his team (though to a higher extent). He’ll definitely try to play up whatever traits he thinks darling likes about him, but otherwise? Really the only thing he doesn’t bare on his sleeve is the fact that he’s a part of Passione’s hitman team, for obvious reasons.

〔 Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 〕

While he really doesn’t like to punish and would do a lot to avoid having to, most of his punishments involve isolation; maybe removing some of their senses or movement. For example, tying them up, blind-folding them, and putting them in a closet for a day or something. Pesci will probably end up asking Prosciutto what he should do and attempting whatever he says. Though if it involves physically hurting darling then he’s either going to be really light with it or attempt it, only to backpedal the second darling yelps.

〔 Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? 〕

He’ll probably end up taking most of them away by accident, as he runs based on reaction (for the most part) when it comes to his darling. Pesci does want darling to like him, so if they’re begging to get out of their room or for him to get them out of any ties, then he’ll probably end up giving in a bit (as long as it’s not a punishment). Not completely though, logic like “oh if they want out, then it’s too tight right? I’ll loosen it a bit!” or bringing them into another part of the house still tied up. He’ll be way more willing to do whatever darling wants if he thinks they’ve accepted the relationship. Though, he’ll try to be cautious but honestly he’s kinda delusional and might get swept away by emotions if darling is giving him the affection he’s so desperate for.

〔 Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 〕

He’s very patient! Or he tries to be at the very least. If they’re actively trying to piss him off in some way, he’ll probably end up snapping a lot faster than he would if he thought they were just frustrated or upset. Pesci tries to put himself in their shoes often in order to better understand darling so that he doesn’t mess anything up. He’d rather be slow and steady than blow up over something he might not understand (since he knows he’s not as smart as others, like Prosciutto for example) and then have to go back to fix that before moving forward.

〔 Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 〕

Pesci would not be able to handle his darling’s death, and would need a lot of pushing from his team in order to even remotely try and pick himself back up. He would struggle to cope. As for if they escaped, he would not stop looking for them and trying to get them back unless he had definite proof that they were dead. Otherwise? Darling might get away from him for a while, but he’ll eventually find them.

〔 Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? 〕

While he would never let his darling go (unless Prosciutto or another team member forced him to, though I can’t really see many situations where that would be necessary + he wouldn’t really let go mentally), Pesci would feel very guilty about abducting them. Darling could probably guilt-trip him into doing a few things honestly.

〔 Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? 〕

Darling is probably someone kind, or made him feel understood in some way. Pesci is usually pushed off to the side by most people, so when darling does something to make him feel important or the like, he’s hooked and wants to get to know them better/get closer to them.

〔 Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? 〕

He doesn’t like it at all! It makes Pesci feel even worse about kidnapping them and he’ll try to do/get them things that he thinks will make them feel better. He’ll generally do what they want him to do as long as they aren’t leaving or doing something dangerous. Though if they’re firm on him staying away, he will but he’ll also sneak in when they’re asleep to get his dose of darling.

〔 Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? 〕

He’s much more easily manipulated than the classic yandere! Pesci is a bit delusional and thinks that he’ll be able to have a normal relationship with darling one day (even after kidnapping them), so he’s willing to bend over backwards for darling.

〔 Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? 〕

His meek nature as well as his guilt! As mentioned in previous sections, Pesci feels guilty over how upset his darling and will do pretty much anything short of letting them leave in hopes that darling will return his feelings. Darling could pretty easily trick Pesci into thinking they’ve accepted the relationship, wait until his guard is down. They won’t be able to do the same thing twice though.

〔 Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? 〕

Not intentionally, or at least, not very much. The worst he’d ever really physically hurt them is during a meltdown and them getting caught in him throwing things or destroying furniture. He’d try and make up for it later as he didn’t intentionally try to harm them. One of the only other times Pesci would really physically hurt them is if he goes to Prosciutto for advice, and attempt to slap or backhand them only to backpedal if he actually does it. They’ll probably end up with bruising or something after an escape attempt, but he prefers mental or indirect punishments.

〔 Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? 〕

Pesci doesn’t necessarily worship darling but he holds them in very high regard and thinks their options/thoughts are important. Darling heavily influences him and his thoughts, similarly to how Pesci respects Prosciutto and values his options. As explained earlier, Pesci is willing to go very far to win darling over, especially if he thinks darling already likes him (even just as a friend: friends become lovers all the time, right?). He’s patient and determined, especially with Prosciutto encouraging him.

〔 Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 〕

It depends on how friendly they are to other people compared to himself, or if he thinks he’s ‘losing’. Generally it’ll be anywhere from one month to about six months.

〔 Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? 〕

Not intentionally! He probably wouldn’t accidentally do it either honestly, as he’s not overly violent and is attentive to darling’s needs. He’s delusional and thinks that darling will eventually love him back (or at least hopes so). If he knew about the possibility of darling breaking, he would try to avoid it.

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hopelesshawks · 4 years

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Official Accounts Part 27- Think Fast

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

Warnings for alcohol and recreational drug use

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Hawks watches somewhat apprehensively as you put solo cups, mixers, and multiple handles of hard liquor out on your counter. “You look more terrified right now than I’ve ever seen you before facing a villain,” you point out. “I trained my whole life to fight villains. This is new. How many people did you invite?” He asks incredulously. “Just the Baddies,” you shrug. “All this is for just seven people?” “Technically all this and more, Kacchan’s bringing beer and Mina’s bringing white claws. Don’t worry we won’t finish it all!” you assure him before briefly pausing. “We probably won’t finish it all,” you correct yourself. At seeing the continued hesitation in Hawks’ face you stop your preparations for a moment and turn to him. “Hey I can call this whole thing off if you want,” you offer, but he shakes his head. “No, no don’t do that. Beneath the nerves I’m excited I promise. Plus what would people think if the great Hawks chickened out of a simple little party?” “I’m more worried about Keigo right now than Hawks.” “Keigo will also be fine.” “Ok, but you are more than welcome to stop drinking whenever. We won’t pressure you to get drunk if you don’t want to.” “I am older than you, yknow. You don’t have to baby me.” “Older yes but I, dear Keigo, am the more experienced and wiser one here.” “Well then, oh wise one, why don’t you show me the proper way to take tequila shots.” “I’ll grab the limes.”

You and Keigo might have gotten the tiniest bit carried away with your pregame so by the time the rest of your friends come knocking at your door you’ve already got a buzz going. As you swing the door open Denki and Mina are grinning back at you, Denki with an impressive bag of weed and Mina with the promised white claws, as the other three wave from behind them. “Let’s get fucking plus ultra in this bitch!” Mina yells and the rest of you reply with similar enthusiasm as you usher everyone inside. “Hawks and I already started so you guys have to catch up,” you tell them as you unlock your phone and toss it to Kirishima to pick the music.

At the start of the night you made a point to stick close to Keigo so he’d always have a familiar face to rely on if he got overwhelmed or didn’t feel like talking anymore, but as the drinks kept flowing you were delighted to find he seemed to be doing just fine on his own. In fact, Denki genuinely seemed keen on getting to know him more and the rest of your friends were just as welcoming. Soon it felt just like any of you all’s usual hangs and it wasn’t much longer after that that everyone was properly drunk. Soon Mina had somehow convinced Bakugo and Kirishima to back her up in an impromptu round of karaoke while Shinso and Hawks watched on from the sidelines. Denki sidles up next to you, throwing one arm around your shoulder while holding a perfectly rolled joint in his free hand. “Shall we head to the balcony?” he asks with a grin. You throw one more glance Hawks’ way to double check he’s doing well and when you see him burst into laughter as Bakugo and Mina fight over something inane, you feel something warm spark in your chest. “We shall,” you confirm before letting him guide you over to the glass door and opening it with a flourish.

There’s a chill in the air but the alcohol flowing through your veins means you barely feel it as you step onto the balcony and lean across the railing, Denki joining you as he pulls a lighter from his pocket. He places the joint in his mouth and then lights it with the kind of ease that comes from experience before taking a large hit and passing it to you. The two of you pass the joint back and forth a few times before Denki finally speaks up. “So how’s the little arrangement going so far?” he asks. “Better than expected to be honest.” “Have you guys talked about what happened yet?” “Not explicitly. He told me... a lot... about his past so I kinda get it now? but not about the night it went to shit.” Denki hums in acknowledgment. “How are you doing in general after everything that happened?” he asks. “I’m fine Denki.” “(Y/n)...” “I mean it. Don’t worry about little ol me.” “I’ll always worry about you.” “And I, you. Now stop killing the vibe. This is supposed to be a party remember?” Denki laughs at that as you move to sit on the railing of the balcony.

Keigo has to admit he’s pleasantly surprised by how tonight is going. He had worried about dropping into the middle of your friend group and spending the whole night feeling like an intruder but instead all of you have welcomed him with open arms in spite of everything. Between that and the alcohol he’s feeling more uninhibited now than he ever has his entire life. “I should’ve done this sooner,” he declares as he takes another sip from his solo cup. Next to him Shinso laughs, “damn right you should’ve.”

“Hey Kacchan!!” he suddenly hears you call. When he looks over he notices you sitting on the railing of the balcony. That can’t be safe, you have to be at least as drunk as he is and the joint you’d been sharing with Denki has burned pretty low so you’re definitely high too. “Think fast!” you shout and then you’re letting go and leaning backwards until you’re falling, the bright grin on your face never faltering. The blood in Hawks’ veins runs cold as he watches you disappear from sight. The muscles in his back twitch on instinct but barely any of his feathers have grown back yet so he. can’t. save. you. He can’t save you and he’s starting to panic when he notices Bakugo launching himself over the railing, the sound of explosions loud in the quiet night. Hawks jumps as he feels a hand land on his shoulder and turns to find Shinso giving him a reassuring smile. “Sorry should’ve warned you. She does that a lot, especially when she’s drunk,” Shinso tells him. “What? Falls off buildings?” “Yea pretty much.” “What?” “It’s a trust thing. The first time she did it was to prove a point. She knew he’d catch her. Now I think she just likes the feeling of falling while crossed.”

Bakugo reappears over the balcony with you giggling on his back completely unharmed and Hawks releases a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “That’s a lot of trust. When’d she start doing that?” Hawks asks. “I’m actually not sure,” Shinso replies, “yo Mina!” “What?” “What year did (y/n) start the whole ‘think fast’ thing? Second or third?” Mina walks over to join the conversation, plopping down next to Shinso. “Uhh I think it was third year after they started dating” she says. Shinso shoots her a look and elbows her but it’s too late. “They dated?” Hawks asks. Mina’s eyes widen in realization but it’s too late to take it back so she instead says “I’m gonna get more to drink!” and jets back off to the kitchen. Shinso rolls his eyes. “Yea, they did. In the end they decided they were better off as friends though, especially because Bakugo was a lot less mature then.” “That’s why she gets away with calling him Kacchan.” “Yea, probably. That was years ago now though, I don’t think anything’s happened between them since. I wouldn’t worry about it,” Shinso assures him before excusing himself to go talk to Denki.

Hawks knows it’s not his place but he can’t help but feel jealous now watching you tease Bakugo about getting slower as he lectures you on being an idiot. “I’m not an idiot!” you pout. “What else would you call someone that intentionally falls off a building?” he seethes. “Was there any chance you would have let me hit the ground?” “Obviously not, dumbass.” “Well there you go! Perfectly safe!” Bakugo sputters, his cheeks reddening, before finally grumbling “I’m getting another drink,” before walking away. This only makes you laugh harder. “Love you Kacchan,” you tease after him. “Fuck you!” he shouts back.

He’s one of your best friends. He’s one of your best friends. He’s one of your best friends. The phrase plays on a loop in Keigo’s head in a desperate attempt to quash the jealousy burning through his chest but he can’t help it. How long had the two of you dated? “Longer than the two of you did,” his brain unhelpfully supplies. His thoughts are interrupted when Kirishima drops down next to him with two beer cans in hand. “You look like you’re pretty deep in your head and (y/n) would kill me if I let you stay that way. Ever shotgunned a beer before?” Kirishima asks. “I didn’t realize I was that easy to read,” Hawks says as he takes one of the offered beers. “Typically you’re not. Watching you in action? You’re totally inscrutable dude, it’s super manly! But when you’re with friends you shouldn’t have to worry about that. Anyway, let’s not talk heavy shit man, am I teaching you to shotgun or not?” “Fuck it, why not.” “That’s the spirit!”

The party eventually reaches its natural conclusion as exhaustion starts to overtake even the effects of alcohol. Not to mention, your friends are keenly aware that unlike you and Hawks they actually have to get up and be out for work tomorrow. Hawks isn’t surprised when you give each of your friends a tight hug goodbye. He is surprised when the same offer is extended to him. It’s almost scary how perceptive your friends can be. When Mina’s hands get a little too close to where his wings should be he can’t help but flinch and immediately she adjusts. The rest of your friends make a point to avoid the area. Bakugo and Kirishima are the last to leave and it takes everything in Hawks not to let his jealousy show as you hug Bakugo goodbye. He’s once again shocked when Bakugo goes to hug him but he soon realizes that it’s not necessarily done to be friendly. “Take good fucking care of her bird brain. Cause if you don’t? I will,” he whispers harshly. As the two pull away from each other their eyes lock in a silent challenge until Kirishima calls from the hallway “Bakubro let’s go! Taxi’s here!” “I’m coming Shitty Hair relax!” he shouts back before finally breaking eye contact and heading out the door with one final wave in your direction.

Author’s Note: The party was honestly pretty built around the “think fast” scene. Once that idea came to mind it refused to leave. The Bakugo stuff well 👀 what can I say I like ✨drama✨ also I felt a little bad that Bird Boy stole the fic I was gonna write for Bakugo from him. Originally I was gonna have Hawks’ jealousy be unfounded but then I saw an opportunity and decided to run with it oops

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wandasallerdyce · 4 years

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Annoying - Stiles Stilinski

Request - Stiles Stilinski x M!reader. AU Stiles is a jock bisexual kid in the school who is really cocky because he is good looking and fools around with a lot of guys. He's the sort of a heartbreaker. The reader dislikes him. The two of them have to go to detention. Stiles likes the reader and is sorta flirty with him and tries to get him interested. The reader thinks Stiles is hot but annoying and cocky. Stiles feels something he's never felt before. You could imply smut.

Notes - slight cursing in the story. Finally finished a request after being busy for months. I rushed the ending so if it’s bad, ignore that part rq 🙂

It was well known around the school that you weren’t very fond of Stiles. To begin with, he always pestered you with flirty remarks 24/7. It was starting to get annoying. It was kind of cute at first, even almost deciding to give into him, but then you found out about the real Stiles. He would fuck anything that moved. Literally. One day you’d see him holding a pretty girl, and the next day he’d have a boy wrapped around his fingers. You were angered to say the least, but also heartbroken.

You couldn’t deny that you held romantic feelings toward said boy. He was tall and attractive, and seemed to be funny at times. But you couldn’t be with someone who was only looking for a quick fuck and didn’t care about you after. As much as your heart longed for his touch, you knew you had to spare yourself from pain. You couldn’t be someone he could just forget existed right after.

But it seemed as the world hated you today. A Friday of all days did the world have to end. It all started when you were only a minute late to class, seeing as there was a long line in the bathroom (ugh, why did they all collectively had to use it at that time?!). Apparently your history teacher thought that going to the bathroom when needed wasn’t necessary and gave you after school detention. To add insult to injury, the one and only Stiles Stilinski had detention too.

Oh how you were about to chew out whatever spirits were out there for putting you in this position. He stared at you as you entered the class, and gave you a smirk. Gosh, how you wanted to kiss- slap that smirk right off his face. You walked all the way to the back of the class and fell into the chair whilst pulling your (f/c) hoodie to hide your face. All was good until Stiles threw a paper ball at you. You looked up and glared at him, responding with that same, stupid smirk. You opened the ball and read what was scribbled in it. ‘How did the beautiful and oh so perfect (y/n) end up in detention?’ it read.

You rolled your eyes and wrote back down an explanation. It kept going back and forth until he eventually told you that he was in here for being in a fight. How unsurprising. The teacher watching over both of you got bored to the point where they sent you both to help out the janitor or something. All was well until Stiles decided to shove both of you guys in a closet. “Yknow, things would’ve been easier if you stopped avoiding me.” Stiles said, with hands in his pockets. “Who says I’m avoiding you? I’m simply just not interested in talking to you.” You retorted back.

“Ouch, that hurt. But, since I’m an understanding person, I’ll forgive you.” Stiles said while giving you a small smile. You squinted your eyes and stared at him, making sure you heard right. “Weird. You never offer forgiveness. Anyways, I don’t want it so get out of my way.” You simply replied while making your way towards the exist. Stiles quickly jumps in front of you, blocking the exist. “Move it, Stilinski. I won’t hesitate to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Listen, I’m sorry (y/n), but just hear me out please.” Stiles begged. “Fine, 5 minutes. Make them quick, I have somewhere to be.” You bluntly said. “Alright, so basically, um, I like you and- and I’ve stopped messing around with people because I want to be with you. Ever since we met in class that one time, I’ve wanted to be with you, romantically, not sexually. You changed me (y/n), for the better. And I love you even more for that. I want to make it up to you, take you out on nice dates and all that stuff. I want to make you happy, that is it you’d let me.” Stiles blurted out, tumbling and stuttering out his sentences.

It was kind of… cute if you were being honest, but then you remembered the Stiles you had come to known. “Stiles… I’d love to be with you but, I don’t know if it’s right for the both of us. You can have anyone you want, so go for them, not me.” You said while fidgeting with your hands. “But I want you, (y/n). You’re the only person keeping me sane in this school. Hell, I’ll even give up my popularity if it means I get to be with you. I… I love you (y/n).” He said, and with that your head shot up. He said it. The 3 word sentence, he said it!

“Stiles, you love me?” You asked, while gasping. “Always have, you were just busy avoiding me to notice…” Stiles stated, grabbing your hand and holding it. And that’s when you knew that you couldn’t contain your feelings for the brunette jock anymore. You grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was slow, but you could definitely feel the flood of emotions in it. Your lips were moving in sync, and although Stiles’ lips were slightly chapped, they were still soft to kiss.

When you pulled away, the both of you were breathless. “Well, that was something.” Stiles said, shock still evident on his face. The both of you stood there, an awkward silence lingering too long. You looked directly into his eyes and decided to speak up. “Listen Stiles, I love you too but if we’re going to be together, I need you to know some things.” You said as he slowly nodded, telling you to continue. “If we want to make this work, please wait for when I’m ready for sex. I want this to be sweet in the beginning, I don’t want to feel pressured. Secondly, please don’t touch me that often, at least not in the first couple of months. Lastly, just be yourself around me Stiles. I want to have fun, not date some A.I..” You said, ending your rules for him.

“I can do that, it’s easy peesy. And don’t worry, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to.” He said reassuringly. “Cmon, let’s get out of here and go to my house to watch some cheesy movie.” You said, grabbing a hold of his hand. “Ah, yes, a cheesy movie where I can pretend we’re the main characters kissing!” Stiles stated excitedly. “Don’t make me regret giving you a chance, Stilinski.”

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square-blunt · 3 years

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I love my friends, they make me feel alive again, or at least they remind me that I'm not even dead

I am kicking and screaming i must put this one and another Esmp fic out before tomorrow and I am very Nyoom rn so I'm sorry if this one isn't as good, I really liked the way it turned out so here have some clingyduo fluff bc yeah I can writing things that aren't angst?? What? no one dies and their best friend holds them in their arms this time?? fuckin crazy. /lh

TW- Abandonment anxiety, ptsd WC: 2530 words Ao3: :3

It was Tubbo's birthday today. Tommy had been planning something for weeks- grinding, mining, stealing, going through ax after ax getting wood. He even asked Foolish for some help, and after those weeks, he had finally built a perfect replica of the L'manberg bee house. It wasn't in L'manberg, of course, but Tommy was sure Tubbo wouldn't care.

He didn't fill the basement with wolves, but he did get two or three bees in there- he named them. Beeinnit, Ranbee, and Tubbee. Tubbo and his two best friends, but bee form. Tommy was still Tubbo's best friend, right? He knew that Ranboo was more than a friend to Tubbo, the two were married, Ranboo couldn't technically hold both titles, and Ranboo was too dumb- he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. Sitting in the bee dome, planting a few last flowers- cornflowers, poppies, sunflowers, and white tulips, Tommy realizes that he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. He needs to. Because Ranboo was a good… enderguy. And he was good for Tubbo. He had asked Tubbo if Ranboo made him happy- Tubbo nodded, and that was good enough for him. He needs to stop blaming Ranboo, and start looking at himself. Because if he and Tubbo aren't talking as much, of course, he's gonna find someone else to talk to. And he's learning to not blame himself for everything, he does blame Dream for that, but this isn't Ranboo's fault and it isn't Tubbo's. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo are still gonna be friends. It's been him and Tubbo since the beginning, that's what he said before fighting Dream. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo will have each other's back. He's just overthinking this, but he is still gonna try and give Tubbo everything he wants or needs. And try to give him the world that he deserves. He's gonna try and make the world a better place for him. And a bee dome is a nice, easy start. It was more tedious than anything- thank prime for Eret stealing the blueprints before Doomsday. They had the plans for every building ever created- they let Tommy have the one for the bee dome. They even brought over the bee that would become Tubbee. Tommy… wanted to forgive Eret. And he would. Eventually. Tommy kind of did that before going off to fight Dream- Eret was the last person he talked to. And Eret looked so relieved when Tommy said that he thought they were the true king. They had been there for him and Tubbo. That was good enough for him. He did think that Tubbo, Ranboo, and Eret, even, were his best friends. He knew that Puffy was his friend, and her griefing his house was just some friendly pranks, and he enjoyed having something to do. Shit was getting too buddy-buddy around here. Wilbur… he wanted to be Wilbur's friend- brother. He wanted the Wilbur who started L'manberg, he wanted the Wilbur who would sit down and play a song. He knew that Wilbur was still there. Somewhere. He stops to touch the petal of a cornflower next to him. Blue and yellow are on opposite ends of the color wheel, but they mean the same thing to Tommy. He loves, and misses, his best friends. They make him a better person. He doesn't have to be the bad guy.

Tommy shields his face, the sun setting and glaring into his eyes through a window. It's almost night, shit. He had put enough lanterns and shroomlights in the dome that mobs wouldn't spawn, but he wasn't so sure about outside. There was some pathing, courtesy of Foolish, and there was some light around, but he wasn't sure. Because mobs weren't the only thing that darkness hid.

Tubbo whispers to you: I'm here boss man

Tommy smiles. He had asked Tubbo to meet him at the community house, after his birthday party in the mansion- Tommy had left early to put the flowers in and told tubbo to meet him there whenever he was ready.

/msg Tubbo: k I gotta do one last thing

/msg Tubbo: be there in a sec

He's almost happier it's night, it'll look a lot cooler from a distance. He plants one more cornflower next to a hive. He brushes his hands off on his pants, and then brushes his pants off, and checks his reflection in the window. It wasn't too far of a run back to the community house, the dome was just to the side of Eret's castle.

"Tubbzo!" Tommy runs up behind his friend, who, unfortunately, had his back turned.

"Tommy!! You scared the shit out of me, fuck you-" Tubbo said, Tommy laughing.

"You fucking jumped, like, 30 feet in the air," Tommy says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Fuck you," Tubbo repeats, lightly hitting Tommy in the arm, beginning to giggle as well.

"Come on, I spent so fucking long on this so you'd better like it," Tommy says, beginning to drag Tubbo out by his forearm.

"Yeah, is Ranboo already there?" Tubbo says, walking at pace with the other.

"What? I haven't seen Ranboo since the party." Tommy says, a pit in his stomach opening up.

"Huh, he said he was going to go help you with my birthday gift. You never saw him at all?" Tubbo says, voice laced with worry.

"No, was he going anywhere before coming to me? And- and I never told him where this was- only Foolish knew. So I don't even know how he'd find me." Tommy says, his grip loosening on Tubbo's forearm so he could pull away if he wanted. Tubbo didn't.

"No, he did that weird thing though, he calls me Tubbo and talks to me like you or Foolish would." Tubbo walks a little closer to Tommy.

"What's off about that?"

"Ranboo usually calls me beloved or snow angel, and he'd talk to me like a husband would, yknow?"

"He calls you 'snow angel?'" Tommy screws up his nose.

"Oh, piss off," Tubbo smiles a little.

"But still, we can look for him on our way? Unless you wanna look for him now, the be-irthday gift can wait."

"A beirthday gift, you say?" Tubbo says, smiling.

"Oh, piss off," Tommy mimics Tubbo, "but seriously, if you wanna look for him we can." Tommy stops and turns to face Tubbo, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"No, no, it's- you made it, whatever it is, I'm sure he's fine, and I'm sure he'd want me to go ahead," Tubbo says, looking up and smiling slightly.

"If you're sure. Because fucking Prime, this shit took so fucking long and I had to practically beg Foolish to help…" Tommy continues to talk to Tubbo, trying to distract him from his currently missing husband. Eventually, the moon high in the clouds, they get to the start of the path.

"There's no way you did this." Tubbo laughs.

"I didn't- Foolish did the path but I built the actual thing," Tommy says, letting go of Tubbo's arm, "I'll race you!" and off he sprints.

"NO FAIR YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!" Tubbo laughs from behind him.

"BYE-BYE BEE- boy-" Tommy skids to a stop, not long after rounding a corner of trees. He can see flames, high over the tree line, the light eating away and the surrounding stars, in the back of his mind he hears explosions- there aren't any explosions, Tommy, it's just a forest fire, there isn't any TNT, there isn't any TNT-

"Oh, is that… supposed to be on fire-" Tubbo stops next to him, Tubbo's hand on Tommy's forearm this time.

"No- no it-" Tommy straightens up, and he catches a glimpse of someone running away- a figure behind the trees, he blinks, and it's gone-

"Tommy?" Tubbo turns to look where Tommy was looking- where the figure was just moments before.

"N- nothing- Tubbo get- get behind me-" Tubbo's grip tightens on Tommy's arm as he pulls Drista's dagger out of his inventory, holding it in his other hand. Together, they creep up the path, until what's left of the bee house comes into view. It’s engulfed in flames, and all of Tommy’s hard work is being eaten away before his eyes. Tommy curses, puts the dagger away, and pulls out his water bucket.

"You've got-" Tommy motions at the bucket

"Yeah- and c'mere," Tubbo says, pulling on Tommy’s arm, throwing a fire res pot up. Tubbo lets go of Tommy’s arm as the shield washes over them, Tommy's skin feeling tingly. Together, they manage to put out the fire and put out a few trees that had caught before it spread anywhere else. They end in the dome, the roof all but gone, one of five beehives on the top floor remain.

"Oh, Tommy-" Tubbo begins to say, sadness heavy in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I spent fucking ages on it. Can't have shit- the gods must hate-" Tommy begins bitterly, collecting the last of the water, and putting it back in his hot bar. At least before his knees buckle under an unanticipated pile of weight. He hears Tubbo laughing from right behind him- he jumped on Tommy’s back, “Fuckin- Get off of me-” Tommy laughs, too. He doesn't mean anything by it, there's no malicious tone to anything he says to Tubbo- and Tubbo's one of the few people who actually understand that.

"I know exactly what this is-" Tubbo says, standing straight, a hand on his hip.

"What it was supposed to be." Tommy, out of habit, mirrors Tubbo. "See, why can't we have nice things? Fuckin, everyone else gets cool buildings and kingdoms and shit why the fuck can't we have a bee dome in the middle of the woods- what, why are you laughing" Tommy gestures vaguely at the rubble before raising a quizzical eyebrow at Tubbo's silent giggles.

"What it was supposed to bee," Tubbo says, cackling, and Tommy groans.

"Augh Tubbo, now is not the time-" Tommy rolls his eyes

"It was never meant to bee-" Tubbo laughs harder, clutching his stomach, leaning on Tommy for support. Tommy finds himself laughing a little bit,

"Ok, yeah, that was a good one- you wanna bee a hero, Tommy?" Tommy mimics Techno in a high-pitched voice- sending Tubbo into hysterics.

"We- We-hehehe- We would rather die than give into you and joi- join your SMBee-" Tubbo says between fits of laughter, making Tommy bark out a wheeze, "That was- was beeasier than I thought-"

"My unfinished symphobee-"

"TOMMY-"

"You can't control who lives who dies who-"

"-tells your storbee?"

"Yeah-hahaha! F- for Tommy to bee exiled-"

"That was so fucking stupid why'd I do that-" Tubbo shakes his head, his laughter subsiding.

"Because that's what you thought was best, you had no way of knowing what he was gonna- what he was gonna do to me-" Tommy says, the tone becoming solemnly serious.

"-If I had known I never would have done it, I would have told Dream to shove it up his ass, you know that right?" Tubbo says, reaching for Tommy's hand.

"Of course. We're best friends, I know you'd never do that to me." Tommy squeezes his hand. Tubbo lets out a breath, and he looks like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders. As much as he feels guilty admitting it, Tommy's glad Tubbo's been worrying about that. It means that he cares.

"Should he go in there and see what we can rebuild?" Tubbo says, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"If any, but- the bees!" Tommy breaks into a sprint, tugging Tubbo along with him with a yelp.

"Bees?" Tubbo easily gets his footing as they fly down the stairs, and all of Tommy's breath leaves in a sigh of relief. He can see three balls of yellow and black in a patch of flowers.

"Oh, thank prime," Tommy says.

"Oh, the flowers are L'manburg colors!" Tubbo reaches down to pick a poppy.

"Yeah… I tried to think of as many things as possible because I know how much L'manberg meant to you-" Tommy flails his arms out- Tubbo launching himself at Tommy- into a familiar hug, their laughter bouncing off the walls.

"It's fine, Tommy," Tubbo says, his voice bright- and Tommy becomes coldly aware of a memory- the last time Tubbo had roughly tangled him into a hug.

What am I without you?

Yourself?

"Tommy?" Tubbo's pulled back, a- at this point- very familiar concern on his face.

"I'm alright- just, bad memories. I'll be alright-" Tommy shakes his head, pulling Tubbo back into the hug.

"Are you sure? We can stop for a second- sit and talk?" Tubbo says softly from Tommy's shoulder.

"No- not on your birthday, I promise- I promise I'll be alright, this is nothing I haven't done- we haven't done before," Tommy says back, tucking his head into Tubbo's shoulder, trying to chase the pit in his stomach away.

"You sure?" Tommy can feel Tubbo's hand smooth down his hair. Tommy just hmms in response. "Do you think they- the bee's are asleep?"

"What do you mean?" Tommy looks up, he can't see the bees, but he doesn't want to leave the hug.

"The smoke, you think it put them to sleep?" Tubbo muses.

"Maybe," Tommy mutters. "Fuckin- I spent days on this." it was more of an inconvenience than anything at this point. "Do you wanna rebuild it?"

"Not right now, I'm tired, boss man." Tubbo sighs. Tommy realizes how tired he is, too, the familiar ache in his bones.

"Me too, Tubbzo, me too. Let's go home?" He says, making no move to back out of the hug. Tubbo just hums. And so they stand there, until they figure out they can shuffle together- at least to the stairs. Tommy laughs at the image this must make. Two boys, one half-cow, one half-dead, who would rather tear up the ground and trample flowers than break their hug. By the time they do eventually get to the stairs, they both are laughing. Tommy notices that he laughs a lot more whenever he's with Tubbo. He also notices he gets tired a lot quicker. Puffy would say something about Tommy feeling safe around Tubbo, enough so that he shows emotion and lets his guard down, but Tommy knows that. He yawns, he is actually really tired. Tubbo yawns too, and they help each other up the stairs and out of what's left of glass and wood. About halfway down the path, Tommy stops and looks over his shoulder, at the space between trees, where he saw-

"Whacha lookin at, big man?" Tubbo asks from beside him.

"Nothing- I thought I saw someone running away from the fire when we first got here- I think maybe they were the one that did it, but I didn't catch their face." Tommy says, half lying. It was true, he didn't catch their face, but he'd know those two glowing eyes anywhere. He knew who it was. No way he was gonna tell Tubbo about it.

Because he was almost sure it was Ranboo.

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WHEWWWW CHILEEE 🥵😳👀

After a certain conversation I saw from the lovely @mythiccheroacademia about a bass voice induced/hood(ish) Tamaki I HAD to write this idea. I feel like he’s still be shy but let the right one say down outta pocket shiii...the black force energy is ACTIVATED and he’s not backing down from a fight 😌

So I write this up , I hope it’s okay sskksndkdn it’s really my first official black!reader with a character 🥺 (also me admitting how much I love Cece and her works with this here 👉🏾👈🏾)

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x Black!reader

Word count: roughly 2.4K

Warnings ; LANGUAGE LANGUAGE LANGUAGE. Just some explicit language of tama telling off hoes ✨ jealous and hot under the collar tamaki of sorts 😌 yes tamaki is older, they’d both graduated and currently in a pro hero company

Don’t play with me// T. Amajiki

It was just a day out with your loving boyfriend Tamaki. The two of you had been dating for a while. Now in the summer of no classes and no extra hero work to do , the two of you decided to do way more together; dates, game nights, other festivities you name it the shy boy went along with it. To the surprise of you both, your two cousins and big brother decided to have a surprise trip to Japan to see you, and to meet the man who stole your heart. They were rough around the edges, tattoos as far as the eyes could see, but to you, they were who you grew up with, the fun and adrenaline filled things y’all did made up your childhood and life until you transferred to U.A wanting to strengthen your own quirk and be a hero , plus you always wanted to visit japan, you being prepared already, almost outstanding in your Japanese, and loving the culture you could experience first hand there.

And that’s where you met a very shy but handsome Tamaki Amajiki. Surprising most around him the two of you hit it off, understanding eachother and quietly talking to yourselves about whatever topic that came up. It was evident to his friends, especially his best friend Mirio that he had fallen for the exchange student from across seas, who stole his heart and made him more confident. Getting that confidence boost made him ask you out, and now you two were a happy couple of 2 years, going on to a lifetime.

Which brings us to the current time, it too you at least a half hour for him to come from your shared room to meet his other family to be. After the first tedious round of talking , the boys were getting along, Tamaki trying (and failing) to fit in with your more aggressive brother. Sighing you called out to them “Aye, I’m gonna get some food, want anything?” With calls of ‘nah’ and full meals you sighed, taking down who wanted what and leaving . They planned to be here a week or two, and that alone wasn’t bad. They just could be...hot under the collar and with them having explosive quirks, you didn’t want a fight breaking out from someone looking at their “little sister” wrong.

The weeks went by too fast, the five of you having a lot of fun together, exploring and just catching up on what you missed back home. Giving you a hug each of them told you how much they loved you and would be back while you were still on break. Giving your brother a suspicious look he laughed “ Don’t worry , mama’s coming up too, she misses her baby” he said as you laughed “ I was just curious on how you got the money to keep coming back and forth here to see me” “I got that promotion at the construction company, more money, and way better hours” he laughed as you gave him a bigger hug “and you’re just now telling me as you leave, you ass” giving you one last look he smiled, throwing a hand up at your usually timid boyfriend “I’ll see you later G ight? Don’t forget what we talked about and what we taught you yeah?” He said as Tamaki did the same back , giving a surprising “I got it” back to him as they walked down the driveway to their cab. “What did he tell you?” You questioned as he gave you a uncharacteristic smirk, kissing your forehead “don’t worry about it sweetheart”

As the next few vists happened throughout the year you realize tamaki was becoming more and more like your brother, less timid and more dominant over conversations, but your soft and loving tamaki never left, if anything it got stronger. He took you out to the mall to shop, wanted to do more outside dates and loved picking out cute outfits with you. He enjoyed the ink adorning your skin even more than he did when he first saw it, asking for you to help him pick out something for him eventually. “Okay who are you and what did you do with tamaki?” You questioned one day when he came home, giving you your usual kiss as he came in the door. Except it was nothing like you had before, he put his hand under your chin and tilted you until you were in your tippy toes to keep the kiss as deep as he started, his other hand dangerously low on your back as he gave your ass a squeeze, chuckling as you gasped, pulling away with a smug look “Hey doll what’s up? How’s your day been?” He asked as he slid past you, Ignoring the shocked look on your face “Tamaki how are you feeling? Are you alight you’ve never been this..forward” tilting his head he came over to where you were , standing in your shared kitchen with your bottom lip in your mouth. Grinning he pulled it from your teeth, giving you another peck “You shouldn’t be teasing your bottom lip, that’s for me to do” he whispered as you gasped, burying you face into his wide chest. “Nothings wrong with me sweetheart, I just..realized how valuable you are to me. You’ve always been but...I know to what level of a queen I have as my girlfriend yknow?” The iconic shy Tamaki made an appearance , making you look up to him. He was shy but he was confident behind what he was saying. “It’s not a bad thing..I like it” you admitted as you traced his cheek “Good, Heyo don’t think I’ll be changing again”

This year for a piece of your summer break you and Tamil decided to go visit back to the states, the two of you loving and hating the heat wave that hit you coming off of the plane. Once again you were with your brother and only one of your cousins this time, visiting your mom and having family cookouts. Planning to stay a month you two had some time to spend together and with your family. Your nieces and nephews loved Tamaki, the fact he could make his limbs into what he ate made them love to try and have him pick them up with his tentacles the most. Your mom loved him and everyone had accepted him as your husband to be.

On one of the hottest days y’all experienced there, you decided to wear one of the cutest outfits you had bought, a two piece ; a crop top and a mini skirt. Both pieces black with blue butterflies over them. As you sat in the living room waiting for your boyfriend you heard footsteps from upstairs, being greeted with a sight you wish to burn on your eyelids. A tank top , the infamous, grey Nike joggers and black forces. A whole meal stood in front of you. Holding in a gasp and a subconscious lip but you cleared your throat, giving him a reassuring smile “well look at you, you really are turning into my brother” you joked as he gave you a shy smile “ I wanted to wear something I’m not used to..I hate things clinging to me..unless it’s you of course “ he teased back as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tiptoes as you gave his cheek a kiss “you look good..really good..I might have to fight the girls around the block if they look at you wrong.” You warned as he smirked, wrapping a large arm around your shoulder “don’t worry they have nothing on you baby..”

Heading out to get some lunch you fanned yourself with your hand, the heat really getting to you as you stood in line. Tamaki when you get drinks, promising to meet you back at the circle so you two could heard to the nearby shopping plaza, wanting to get some more things before going to get some games to play later with your family members who planned to come and hangout before one of their games came on that night. You and Tamaki were planning to just be upstairs and watching your own movie by then.

Hearing someone clear their throat you valves over to see a shorter, chocolate man staring at you, a wide grin on his face as he licked his lips “whatsup baby how are you today?” Knowing how this was gonna turn out you gave him a polite smile and a quick “I’m fine” before going to look around to see if you saw that familiar tuff of indigo walking around “Soo..what's a fine ass girl like you doing in this heat alone? You’re [. ]’s sister right?” He continued as you shook your head yes, not giving him a thought as you stared at your phone “You aint gotta be shy , your brother knows me. I’ve always saw you and that ass wander around when you used to be here, now you moved away to some other country what was it again? China ? That Asian land aint meant for a sista like you, they don’t even got enough to please you with unlike me” sighing you started to correct him “I live in Japan for one, two I have a boyfriend and three don’t you still have something unresolved with that one girl? Ion need nothing from no one that isn’t my boyfriend thanks” You snapped back as he laughed, comfortably putting an arm on your shoulders “Oh who ol’ girl Ki? Nah I ain’t messing with her and what , you got you a little Japanese man , what is he and his short ass gon do yo me huh? Don’t think that you having one of those short Kung Fu doing ass gon do anything to a real man now baby, you’ve been eating too much rice huh?”

Before you could open your mouth you felt an arm wrap around your waist and move in front of you. Now staring at the strong back of your boyfriend you went to stop him before your mouth dropped open “And who said ya ass could keep talking to her huh?” Without a stutter in sight Tamaki snapped back to the slightly shorter and smaller male “ And who the hell are you?” “The same man you wanna talk about being a short ass Asian” with a look of interest you watched your boyfriend stand up for you “Ooohhh I get it , you think you can just step up to anyone and they not be scared of you huh? Mann you aint in Japan anymore boy , you ain’t gon do shit” the guy barked back, making Tamkai raise an eyebrow and laugh, looking him up and down before squatting down some to match the arguing guys height “At least I can reach my girlfriend, even she can look down at you” which a few ‘oohs’ and ‘damns’ coming from the bystanders the boy gave him a snarl as he tried to come for Tamaki again “she wants some real dick not some little pepper in her walls” and with that Tamaki gave him a even harder laugh, walking until they were too close for your comfort, before you could stop him he gave his last and seemingly damaging blow “But I wonder who’s dick she’s bouncing on and screaming for more from hm? Oh trust me I know how to dick her down and then some”

With his words he reached over and pulled you to his hip by your ass, making the boy give up with a huff , walking away as the others around him boo’d and made fun of him, praising Tamaki as he gave his own satisfied smirk, dapping up some of the guys who came up to him.

Pulling you from the line he left his hand at your hips as your jaw still was open “Where in the hell did you learn that?? Damnit [. ] he must’ve taught you” you huffed as he looked you over , licking his lips as he kissed your cheek. “Mhn..your brother said defend what you love so..I simply did that. He had no business thinking he could step to my girl and hit on her from thinking he was good enough to talk to a queen, my queen at that. Shit ain’t sweet but I respect myself and you too much to fight some low life” he finished as you bit your lip, liking this side of him “Well shit...aren’t you the man Tamaki?” He laughed as he kissed you, biting where you were tugging on your bottom lip to make you let out a squeal. Pulling away he gave a lopsided smile “I’ma keep true to what I said too, when we get home I’m making sure you know I meant what I just said back there, no one tries to take what’s mine, especially with mediocre ass attempts with dick” he growled as you stuttered giving him a wide eyed look. Maybe tamaki was less of the baby you’ve come to see him as. Once you got home, Tamaki made sure you knew how much he loved you, making true on the words he threw to that guys he got into it earlier

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #my hero academia x black!reader #mha x black!reader #amajiki tamaki #tamaki amakiji x black reader #tamaki amakiji x reader #I love this so much #this is just mhmmmm 🥵😌🤤#yes sir please #get aggressive with em #then meeee 🤸🏽‍♀️

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