#but eventually he realized that this was not normal and began to feel guilty

[ts-rua]

Do you think Kuras deliberately caused wars and chaos for the sake of laughter, or did he accidentally share deadly knowledge simply because he thought that since the first civilizations lived in this way, it means that this is a normal development for all other civilizations? 🤔🤔🤔

[desolatespring]

CW: yandere themes, threats of murder, dubcon/noncon, mentions of dacryphilia, overstimulation, and edging, oral sex (f receiving), dom Chrollo, 18+ Commission for @tomatop It took awhile to pick up on, but you eventually began to notice the subtle cues Chrollo inadvertently laid before you. In a way it almost humanized him, and that you thought, was even more unnerving than just accepting him as a monster. Viewing Chrollo as human was a cruel conclusion you struggled to come to. Despite the insurmountable power, and cold calculated behaviors, he was still a man. On rare occasions you came close to feeling bad for him, never true empathy, but pity.

Tonight was one of those instances. His usual methods of producing verbalized emotional turmoil, or as he liked to call it “banter” had ceased to work a few days ago. You remembered an article you read soon after graduating, and the term “stonewalling” stood out to you. It consisted of simply refusing to answer questions or responding to someone as an act of self preservation. Chrollo seemed to feed off your responses to him, you hoped by cutting him off from them he’d simply starve. Anything from a forced smile to you screaming in frustration was enough to temporarily satisfy him, providing him with enough material to psychoanalyze you for days, if not weeks on end. So, you decided to limit his resources.

You sat cross legged on the floor, back leaning against the bed, with a book in your hand. Under normal circumstances you loved reading, but alas, nothing with Chrollo could be considered normal. The only reading material you had he had supplied you with, was it really necessary for you to be reading “Fahrenheit 451” for the third time? You swore you’d go insane if he compared you Clarisse McClellan even once more.

When you first started reading Chrollo was at the head of the bed, reading his own novel, but after a few chapters he’d invited himself to lay down right behind you, his hand “accidentally” brushing your hair on occasion as he turned the page. Not long after this you could feel his eyes on you. The chill that tended to run up your spine under his scrutinizing gaze never came though. This is what told you something was off, even without turning your head you could almost feel emptiness radiating from him, threatening to swallow you into the abyss. That alone was almost enough to make you capitulate, ready to beg him for forgiveness for ignoring him.

Forcing yourself to focus on the pages in front of you, you successfully set these feelings aside. That was until the once sporadic brushes against your hair became more frequent. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that fingers that once touched you with an unspoken confidence became riddled with doubt. The touches were much more gentle, you could tell he was deep in thought.

That caused you yourself to think. Was he getting bored of you? If he was you considered yourself to be found guilty of treason, willing to receive capital punishment. No longer having an interest in you would surely be cause enough for him to kill you. You saw first hand the way he quickly disposed of his fortunes after heists. Once they served their purpose they were discarded and he moved onto his next target. Surely you’d meet the same fate if he no longer felt a need for you.

The realization had you speaking before you could stop yourself, “Did you finish your book?”

Just like that the emptiness you felt earlier was replaced with substance, you could practically feel the arrogant grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“No. Is yours too difficult to understand? I could explain it to you.” Almost instantaneously you regretted opening your mouth, maybe death would be better than having this cretin belittle you.

Deciding you’ve already had enough of the conversation you begin to focus on your story again. Your escape is short lived as the book is snatched from your fingers.

“What made you speak to me again?”

You sigh before turning to face him. Of course he would ask. Maybe trying to seem like you had his best interest at heart would temporarily win him over.

“You seemed disappointed.”

He pauses before responding. “Elaborate, there’s more to it than that.”

You purse your lips. Shit. I should’ve thought that one through better. “I assumed if you were disappointed with my silence you’d grow bored and just kill me.”

He seems satisfied with your answer. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise the king of deceit saw through your original deception.

Rolling onto his back he faces the ceiling with his fingers intertwined below his chest. His breathing is steady and his eyelashes flutter shut, casting a small shadow on his cheeks. In this moment all you think is how unfair it is for someone so evil to possess such attractive features. Wasn’t it said Lucifer was the most beautiful of God’s angels? you muse.

“You’re right you know? I feel like we’re at a standstill lately. I could replace you.”

Your breath hitches as you freeze. “I-I’m sorry?” Your voice sounds hoarse as you stutter.

“There is a way you could make it up to me. Buy yourself some time at the very least.”

You look at him reproachfully, waiting for him to explain further.

“You hardly resist when I touch you now.” He opens his eyes and turns towards you, watching for your reaction before continuing, “you could indulge me in some of my other… fantasies. Unless of course, I have to find someone new.”

The implications of his words causes your blood to run cold. Not only would your life be cut short, at this point that might be your preferred alternative, but he’d also find someone new. Taking a shaky breath you accept his offer. Someone new? Jealousy didn’t fuel your readiness to agree; you couldn’t bare the thought of anyone else falling victim to this man, not due to your own selfishness.

Sensing your forfeit, a satisfied smile chisels itself onto his alabaster skin, “come here.”

You hesitate before standing. Once you’ve risen you look down at your feet, each step looking like it was recorded in slow motion and looped back on repeat. All too soon your shaking knees collide with the side of the bed and you climb on top to kneel in front of him.

His hand reaches out, tucking the hair covering your face behind you ear. It slides down to underneath your chin as he gently lifts your face towards him. “Good girl.”

Under any other circumstances the action would have you swooning, but the butterflies in your stomach have turned to bile and you force yourself to keep it down. Pestilence sat before you, touching you with the delicate hands of a lover, while you became riddled with the plague.

Pulling you closer his lips hover centimeters from yours, the fresh smell of mint and cologne stinging your nose. If you weren’t so stunned you might’ve pulled away, but now it was too late as he finishes closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips were warmer than you expected. Softer too. Although the soul in Chrollo may have died long ago, his body was still alive and breathing. With a start you feel his tongue grazing your lower lip, his silent plea for you to reciprocate his actions. Swallowing your pride you lightly part your lips, begrudgingly allowing him access.

Once again he surprises you, the restraint he exhibits in this moment is unparalleled. Nothing is too rough or too fast, if it were anyone else you might even find it pleasant.

The taste of mint spreads to your tongue and you hesitantly put more effort into pleasing him. The hand on your chin relocated to rest on the side of your face while the other grips your hip. There’s no real force behind it but you know pulling away just got rendered impossible.

He continues to deepen the kiss as he guided you to straddle his lap. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable he begins leaning back, coercing your body to be on top of his.

Both hands are now on your hips and his fingers begin creeping under the waistband of your shorts. Using a little more force he guides your hips lower and motions for them to roll against him. Despite the voice in your head telling you it’s wrong, you follow his lead and cautiously grind against him. Overtime it becomes more natural and you resist the pleasantry less.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the way his pants begin to stiffen, adding more pressure to your clit. You inhale sharply, abruptly breaking the kiss. Chrollo uses the opening to his advantage.

“Hm, it’s a wonder how you denied yourself for so long, look at how you’re taking charge.”

The mockery causes your cheeks to flush in anger. Before you have the chance to argue that he’s the one making you do this, his lips are back on yours.

Satisfied with your silence he pulls his mouth from yours, now beginning to trail kisses down your neck. As he reaches your collarbone he gives a light nip before easing your shirt off of you.

You curse yourself for not wearing a bra, now leaving yourself far more exposed than you’re comfortable with.

It seems to be spur of the moment decision as he flips you over onto your back, opting for himself to be the one on top. His fingers wrap around your wrists and he has the strength to easily hold both of your hands with one of his own.

He now freed hand begins to fondle your breasts before he gently begins sucking one of your nipples. He releases it with a pop and blows on the wet skin, the cool air causing you to shiver and arch your back.

He looks at you with a knowing smirk. You shoot him down with a glare. He clearly isn’t deterred since he’s now sliding your shorts off of you. He snaps the waistband of your panties against your hips before removing those too.

You being fully nude when he’s still in a button down and black trousers only reinstates the power imbalance you know exists. You’re completely vulnerable to him, and he’s just observing you. It’s hard to tell if his arousal is coming from you or the humiliating position he’s put you in.

“Unbutton my shirt.” Your glare softens to more of a pout as you listen to his instructions. You try unclasping the buttons as fast as possible to get the inevitable done and over with.

“I didn’t realize how badly you wanted this. Slow down.” You look back up to him and the expression on his face can only be described as taunting. He knows damn well why you’re in a rush, and it has nothing to do with excitement.

Nonetheless you slow your pace and maintain the eye contact with him, making your discontent as apparent as possible.

The moment his shirt is discarded he’s grabbing your hips with more intensity and pinning them down to the mattress. His grip is bordering on painful but you try not to show it, deciding to just take it in stride and lay there.

He slowly lowers himself between your thighs, making sure to keep his eyes on you. At this point your will starts to crumble and you look away, suddenly wanting to give him as little to work with as possible.

Chrollo seems unbothered by this, admittedly probably expecting it. The next thing you notice is the feeling of his warm tongue licking a long, sensual stripe up the length of your inner thigh. You subconsciously try closing your legs at the contact. But in an instant his hands are leaving your hips and moving to your legs to hold them open.

He continues to trail up your leg, occasionally leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses and bites. Every time he gets close to your pussy he switches to the other leg and starts the process over. After a few repetitions you lose count of how many times he’s done it.

Despite it being Chrollo, you start to desire more and the teasing is getting to you. Suddenly, you’re struck with a sickening realization. He wants you to beg him for it. You whine in frustration at the thought, temporarily forgetting he’s there to hear all your noises.

“Is something wrong, my dear?” His words slightly hushed by the way he spoke them into your leg.

“Stop teasing…” you mumble, hoping that’ll be enough to satisfy him. It wasn’t.

He stops altogether and props himself up on his left elbow to see you better. “I can’t understand you darling, please look at me when you’re speaking to me.”

You huff and sit up slightly. “I said stop teasing.” Your words are even quieter this time and you can tell by his grin that you’re blushing.

“What would you like me to do instead?”

You bite your lower lip to avoid screaming at him. He seems to have mistaken it as a sign of arousal though because he grin only grows bigger.

“I-I um, I want you to eat me out…”

You can practically see how the gears turn in his head. Thankfully, this half hearted attempt at dirty talk seemed to be enough for him.

Not giving you time to react, he drops his head back down and licks along your slit before taking you clit between his lips and sucking gently.

“Ah-” you yelp in surprise and tilt your head back, not wanting him to be able to see any of your expressions. As you lay back down he only doubles down on his endeavors. Your back arches and much to your chagrin you can’t hold back your soft moans.

His tongue swirls around and over your clit until he finds a rhythm that you clearly enjoy. You go to reach for his hair but last second your fingers opt for the satin sheets instead.

You’re to blissed out to think much of anything when he reaches up and sticks two fingers in your mouth. Assuming it’s just a kink of his you decide to indulge him.

As he pulls his fingers out of your mouth his thumb trails down your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your whimpers get louder as he abruptly begins to finger you. Taken aback by the bold gesture you cuss him out.

“Fuck you.”

“We’ll get there.”

You scoff in annoyance but it’s quickly silenced when you feel his fingers begin curling inside of you. Between this and the love letter he’s writing with his tongue your orgasm begins to build.

You’re fairly certain you can feel him smirk against you as he comes to the same conclusion. Your back arches of the mattress and you string together a mantra of words.

“Chrollo- I’m, fuck I’m close.”

And just like that his fingers are gone and his mouth is pulling away. You sit up, confused. Shame washes over you at the sight of him. He’s perfectly composed, leisurely pulling his cock from his pants, while you’re forehead is covered with a sheen of sweat, cheeks red, and your mouth is slightly agape.

He looks up and seems rather proud of himself for leaving you with such a dazed expression. Now freed from his pants he grabs your calves and yanks you to him, resulting in a nervous giggle leaving your lips.

“Lay back down.” His tone is softer now and he nudges your shoulder, motioning for you to recline back.

You give him one last hesitant glance before doing as you’re told. The sound of him spitting in his hand before lightly stroking himself causes you to grimace. How alluring.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as he leans over you, staring into your eyes as he lines himself up with your entrance. This is the most life you’ve seen in the empty sea of grey. His pupils are blown wide with lust and there’s a glimmer of something else in there but you can’t quite put your finger on it. If he was anyone else you might’ve mistaken it for love.

He’s careful as he enters you. Watching your face for any signs of discomfort. The sudden look of care throws you off guard and you feel almost dizzy as your emotions muddle together.

You let out a shaky breath once he’s fully inserted himself, forcing your muscles to relax despite the slight sting from how he stretches you out. Once you adjust to his size he sets a slow, steady pace, gradually picking up speed as you settle into it.

He brings himself closer to you, resting his face in the crook of your neck which he makes sure to mark. His breath tickles as his teeth graze along your earlobe.

Being too lost in the moment to care, your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The low groan he lets in response causes a pleasurable shiver to run through your body. Clearly appreciating your submission his hand snakes up and his fingers curl around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. When he hears no protests and only a high pitched whimper in response his grip tightens.

He sits up straighter at this and tosses one of your legs over his shoulder. The change in position causes your eyes to roll back as he ruts himself deeper into you, making sure to hit every spot that makes your leg shake around him.

For the second time you feel your orgasm approaching but this time he shows no sign of stopping. Instead, opting to coax your through it.

“Mm, I knew you’d take me so well, sweetheart~” his voice is husky and his cheeks flushed a light pink. If you weren’t so close to cumming you’d probably laugh at the sight of Chrollo looking flustered.

Instead, his words send you over the edge and your hand latches onto his forearm. The grip of his hand around your throat once again tightens as the way your nails dig into his skin. He groans as your walls squeeze around him.

He continues fucking you throughout your high and by the end of it your babbling from the overstimulation. He removes his hand from you throat and delicately places it in your hair, his pace slightly slowing as he sees you growing overwhelmed.

They way you now spasm with each thrust as tears prick at the corners of your eyes is enough to bring him to his own release. His hips stutter and he waits a moment before pulling out, relishing at your final whines, a symphony you’ve orchestrated just for him.

After you’ve both cleaned up he ticks you into bed, laying down beside you. Despite your earlier actions you still stiffen when his arm wraps around your waist. The silken sheets that helped ground you earlier now holding you prisoner.

“You know, I was only bluffing earlier. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you. A day with you could supply me with a lifetime of musings.”

It takes a moment for his words to set in, but once they do you’re sitting upright, anger bubbling in your throat, ready to be released.

“You mean that was all just a ploy to sleep with me?” Your fists clench at your sides, eager to collide with him.

“Of course it was. Now go to bed.” He replies lazily, flicking off the lights.

[washedupfae]

So this is how the Game is Played.

So I finally have it ready to resent. The first chapter of our interactive Undertale Isekai story. I have enjoyed seeing what you all vote on and there will be more votes as options arrive in later chapters.

TW: So far, mentions of death, illness. Brief mentions of the pandemic.

Chapter One.

The world can be unfair, this is an understatement that has been proven time and time again, in your story, however, it was not only the world who decided to be unfair, but the very fates as well. Not to say you had a bad life, no, not at all! You had a really, normal, average life. An average life that came with some unusual hiccups.  You liked to call it, your interesting luck. Something bad might happen, but looking back, you could see how it had managed to prevent something even worse.

When the pandemic hit, you had just been abandoned by your roommates to cover rent alone and struggle as they went on their merry way to start a wonderful life without you. A few weeks later, you catch word of how they had caught one of the particularly nasty versions of the virus, and with your own immunity issues, that could have been quite disastrous for you.

In high school, you had been pranked by a boy and his friends, claiming he wanted to take you to prom. Standing by your door with tears running down your face, you had no idea that later that evening, his car’s brakes would malfunction and he, his date, and a couple of friends as well as their dates, went through a guard rail and off into a rather treacherous river.  It was sad, and you mourned the loss of life but, you knew how easily that could have been you, sitting beside him and couldn’t help but feel relieved, and a bit guilty for feeling so.

Another time, a friend had left her lighter with you, you slipped it in your pocket and forgot about it. While setting up a load of laundry at the laundromat, you noticed a cop by your car and knew it had to be about your parking situation. Dashing outside to try and plead your case, you had been seconds, mere seconds away from that lighter in the pocket of the pants you were drying, igniting in the machine and blowing not only the machine’s door open and sending debris flying but flames as well. That had been one hell of a fine, but it was better than what could have been!

Time and time again, your strange luck just seemed to work out. Of course, luck can only last so long and eventually, yours ran out. You hadn’t been feeling quite right for some time, after putting off going to see a doctor about it, because insurance is a thing and minimum wage is a thing as well and those two things just did not add up, well. You put off seeing a professional for a wee bit too long.

Three years too long to be exact. By the time the tests, and scans, and enough blood being drawn to make you look like a demented porcupine had taken serious offense with your arms. Well. You were dying. A very slow and very painful death, well it would have been, but due to the neglect, the disease had spread, and like a Mac Truck, was racing through your body as if it had a personal vendetta against you.

Really, everything seemed done for you. Who were you leaving behind to mourn? Some fair weather friends who visited you a couple of times when your hospital stays began but petered out as time went by, a brother you had not spoken with in several years due to personal reasons, and as for any other family, well. You were alone. Parents long gone, no aunts, no uncles, no cousins. Not even a distant , estranged, three times removed something or other in another country to pop up with enough money to save your sorry ass.

To sum it up. You knew you wouldn’t really be missed, and that is what hurt the most. Looking back on your perfectly normal life, you realized how little of it you had actually enjoyed. So when the news came, of a new drug the doctors wanted to test, you found new resolve. Screw the side effects and what may come. This was a new possible lease on life and you were damn well going to make it! You were going to beat this thing, recover, and get back on your feet. You steeled your resolve. Once you were the old you again, you would change everything in your life.

You would quit that dead-end job, chase your dreams of travel and make content to support yourself, it had always been too risky and scary before, but  you were going to be someone and make something of yourself, something new and something different. Someone loved and remembered.  So as you agreed to the testing process and began a long, arduous process, days spent too weak to nearly breath or too sick to hold down food, you kept reminding yourself. You would see the world.

Bit by bit, strength began to return. Sure, you lost your hair and grew some in some new, interesting places. Sure your skin got a bit sensitive to sunlight and blotchy, and sure, you were insanely itchy to everything and could no longer process gluten, dairy, or too many processed sugars, in the end, you could see a light at the end of the tunnel. 

Physical therapy had been a bitch, to get you back up and walking with the assistance of at first a walker and then a cane. You were advised to continue your PT as well as seek a support group for everything you had gone through, but as the day came, and you had what little belongings you had with you when you arrived at the hospital, all neatly folded into a small plastic bag, a kind nurse had actually popped down to a local thrift, and found some cleaner clothes for you to wear on your departure for the hospital, was even kind enough to wash them for you! You could not keep the big smile off your face as you were wheeled to the main entrance.

This was it. This was the start of your new life. Who knew, after all that. After all your struggles and fighting for survival, it would all end with a car jumping a curve and striking you down as you took that first step out of the hospital, savoring what you did not expect to be, your last glimpse of the afternoon sun and how it painted the sky. The end was swift and for the most part painless, your end came upon impact, so thankfully your odd luck played out one last time and spared you a slow, agonizing death.

Long after life had left your body, the warmth drained away, and the voices of the concerned and traumatized had drifted away into the ether, you found yourself in a place you knew you had seen before, but could recall no memory of it. You were struck from your revelry of your surroundings, dark swirling colors without name, sparks of light, small motes of unknown floating about, when a voice startled you from admiring the scenery further.

“It is about time! Do you know how rude it was of you to simply ignore how many times we tried to summon you back here?!” 

Another voice chimed in, neither had revealed a source nor direction from which they came, simply that they existed all around you, booming with authority and condemnation. 

“To think your attributes were so sorely wasted, save for that damnable luck! I want that skill stricken from the charts, we shall not allow another to obtain it again! It is far too meddlesome!” 

Soon enough, voices were surrounding you, moving through you, each demanding your attention. Some reprimanded your poor use of life, some praised your gentleness, and some openly wept for your tragic end. It was all very confusing.

Where were you anyway? Last you could remember, you were setting off on a whole new start at life and now you were… Here? In what you could only call a void? You were seated upon an endless plain of glistening black water that reflected the motes that swirled around and about, and yet you could feel nothing. The ‘water’ beneath you did not ripple, nor was it chilled nor warm to the touch, it simply was.

Speaking of simply being, it was now, as the voices droned on and one that you took stock of yourself. You were different, strange if you must admit. Formless? No, you had form. Vaguely human, but more of a human sized shape reflecting the surrounding sparkles, you were as the void you found yourself in. Human shaped, but lacking details of any sort.

And for some reason, this was not as frightening as it felt as it should be, it just seemed oddly familiar but for the life of you, you could not figure why. Your reverie was shattered quickly however as the voices seemed to cease their arguing, some dying down to a low murmuring of discontent, and addressed you once more. 

“Due to your poor performance in the last life we so graciously gave you, we have decided to send you somewhere else. Somewhere where you have the potential to become something beyond just a menial worker, you are being given a great gift and you best learn to use it wisely. So. We have decided. What one request will you make for your new life?”

This, this was a lot to take in. You knew you should feel something. Fear, shock, anything but this calmness that settled in you as if you had indeed been here before, perhaps multiple times, there was a sense of familiarity here, and as unusual and honestly, unbelievable, it was still something to think over. It only took a few moments of mulling over this to decide.

“I would like to keep my memories.”

The voices took to an uproar once more. Some argued that this was against protocol, some voiced their interest in your simple request, and a few were quite astounded that your one request was so simple, you could have asked for anything at all!

It took several moments for the voices to come to agreement once again, and the one who had requested your answer, spoke up once more. “It is an unusual request, most do not care to remember their previous lives. Often for the loss of loved ones they can not reunite with, or the trauma they experienced. Some wish to see the world with new eyes and experience everything for the first time again. Are you certain this is what you desire?”

You were resolute in this decision. There were many things in life you quite honestly did not need to relive, and having a fresh start without so much embarrassment and hassle could really be useful. 

This gave the voices pause as they murmured among their-selves to figure out just what to do with you and this quest when an agreement was settled. “Very well. You will awaken in your new life with your old memories, but do not expect things to go as easy as you seem to think they will.” The voice seemed a bit too cocky in its statement. This could not bode well for you at all.

“And since you did not ask for wealth or magical items. We have decided to grant you three skills. Three skills we will now choose at random!”  Another voice spoke up, this one seemed almost childlike and cheerful. It seemed as though, when it spoke, that it traveled all around you while remaining unseen.

Almost as if on cue, A shape began to rise from the inky plane that surrounded you. It was large, whatever it was, and as it took shape, you could not help but feel a bit underwhelmed. It seemed to be something akin to a carnival prize wheel. Each section marked in letters or runes that you honestly could not understand. While it looked earthly in shape, it of course carried the same ethereal hue of the void and swirling colors, motes of light, though each section had a tint of one color or another.

“You can’t be serious.” Of course all you received was some scoffing and light scolding from various directions as the wheel began to spin. When it would land upon a winning mark, the runes glowed brilliantly and shifted right before your eyes, reading out the skills you would be granted in your new life.  “Unlimited Mana.” Another spin. “The ability to master any magic.” Murmurs of discontent began to grow. And soon the final spin. “Save and Reload.”

That final skill seemed to be the one that set off a chain reaction of objections, rebuke, and even some gleeful excited cries to see what would happen. From what you could gather from the cacophony of noise that had you covering your ears, was that this particular arrangement and assignment of skills were among some of the most valued and should not be used in succession at all and at the bare minimum, should at least be earned. 

Finally the child-like voice spoke up once more, however it came in a booming wave that was quick to silence the discontent filling the endless void around you. “It is physically, metaphorically, and logistically possible for this one mortal soul to have cheated the system! The results are final and complete, and for all of the trouble you have given this poor creature, I will give them a boon and yes it is to clearly spite each and everyone of you!”

The voice turned to address you directly, the tone and level shifted down to gentle and joyful once more. “I am granting you the ability to address the System at any time. But I warn you to take care how you speak to it and to have reason and logic when you do so. Best of luck and please, be more entertaining this go around, shall we?”

The world went dark around you once more.

End of chapter One.

[magicalmyu]

Tesla and Welt as the chaos bestie hcs? Or Herrscher sibling hcs

hehehe,,,,, its been a while since ive talked about herrscher siblings

first of all - tesla and welt! chaotic bffs my beloved

welt was definitely terrified of tesla when they first met. but like, he realized pretty quickly that she had no ill intent, nor did she want to hurt him like the scientists he knew beforehand

i hc welt to be slightly younger than tesla, so tesla acts like this mean, but overprotective older sister. welt doesnt understand why since hes not that much younger than her lmao

sometimes tesla secretly buys welt gifts whenever she goes shopping, and she leaves them in his room when hes not looking. ein is this close to ratting her out but she wants to enjoy the fun a bit longer

ein was keeping an eye on welt for a while prior to him going to lab 42 (for obvious reasons), which was when tesla first found out about him. she complained about how he was being treated, so her worrying for him started even before he first came to the lab

welt is a good person to talk to! he never complains when people ramble too much, actually shows interest in what they talk about, and doesn't make people feel embarrassed. so whenever tesla is bored and wants to ramble to someone, she usually talks with welt. same with ein actually

welt also worries about tesla, and gets anxious when shes out too late. (even if ein assures him its normal and she'll be back by the morning) because he has trouble sleeping, hes usually awake whenever tesla gets home late, and makes sure she doesnt do anything irresponsible. funny, since tesla considers herself to be the "older sister",,,,,

sometimes welt takes what tesla says to heart, and it makes him feel guilty or insecure. whenever tesla realized this, she would always try to indirectly make it up to him, though she would never say sorry outright. eventually, as time went on and welt began to heal and get used to life in lab 42, he took tesla's antics a lot better

neither welt nor tesla (or even ein, for that matter) are too good at directly communicating how they feel. they show their emotions through their actions instead, and they sort of understand each others' indirect love languages well

ein accidentally got welt hooked on truffles too. perhaps it was because it was one of the first real, delicious meals hes ever had, but he kept making those sandwiches ein made him on his first day. tesla gets annoyed when he steals them, but she does have to give him credit for having taste (unlike a certain mophead)

in an ideal world where welt lived longer, as he got more confident in himself, he and tesla would bicker a lot. no more one-sided teasing, now hes trying to fight back! kind of.

tesla and welt like to recommend and lend each other books, so their interests sometimes intertwine. for two people who seem to hate each others' guts, they can get along surprisingly well sometimes!

ok its angsting time (angsts all over you)

out of all of the deaths that had happened in november 1955, it was welt's that really frustrated tesla. she knew welt once saw otto as a friend, and yet otto threw that all away and murdered him. the worst part is that he was never able to experience life to the fullest - in fact, he had never even properly enjoyed winter, spring or summer with his freedom.

she knows that she couldn't have done anything to prevent welt's death, and she knows that his death was necessary. but some days, she remembers what she had said to welt back at the museum. but was it welt who drowned in his own compassion, or was it the world which drowned him in its ugliness?

there were some things she never got to apologize for, and even if she did have her own way of making up for it, she still wished she could have actually told him she was sorry. she never really knew if welt was truly happy in his last moments, and this question haunts her whenever shes having a bad day and is alone with her own thoughts.

as time went on, her memories of lab 42 and the short time she spent with welt began to fade, so hua suggested she and ein write about their old friends so they won't be forgotten

okay done with that

herrscher siblings! (might be brief tho hhh)

elysia is just. really happy about joyce. like they meet in herrscher heaven or something and shes just so excited to see him and hes like ???? bc he doesn't get this sort of positive attention

she'd spoil him. in a better life, she'd 100% spoil him. she'd shower him with attention and elysia-ness. yeah. elysia-ness.

welt really really respects her. like he was the first one to receive her blessing after all. in herrscher heaven or something he always refers to her as "miss elysia" or something like that even if she insists he can just call her elysia (she thinks he makes her sound old)

they'd jokingly banter over whose successor is better ("mei is prettier!" "but bronya has a cool mech!)

elysia tries to help him with his,,,, fashion malfunction. he refuses

elysia tells welt abt eden and the other flamechasers (started after he asked abt SoE) ofc welt listened.

elysia: *looks at ein* yeah i can see why you fight for humanity!

welt in turn tells elysia about his own friends,,,, though he doesn't have nearly as much to say, elysia still enjoys hearing them

anyways this is all that comes to mind,,,, <333

[magicalmysteries777]

The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 3.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 3 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 1627

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter Three - A simple proposition.

March 21st, 1986.

Lilith snuck back into the house at seven o’clock. She hadn’t meant to stay out all night but tiredness had overwhelmed her during her star gazing and she fell asleep on the picnic table, under the stars. Lilith, expectedly, slept like crap. She was even more disorientated than normal when she woke and it took her a while to figure out just where she was.

She closed the window gently behind her and tiptoed over to the bathroom, turning on the shower and jumping inside. The hot water hitting her skin caused Lilith to gain a second wind of energy leaving her feeling somewhat prepared for the day ahead. Lilith finished up in the shower and shut herself back inside her room to begin getting ready for work. 

She dried and styled her hair, fixed it in place with hairspray, applied her eyeliner and her lipstick, and put on her uniform. The uniform that Keith had provided her with was a tad too plain for Lilith's taste so she'd taken it upon herself to make a few alterations to hers made up mostly of pins and patches of her favorite bands, along with an assortment of chains. 

A few moments later Lilith heard Steve honking outside and made her way toward the car. 

“Good morning you beautiful sons of bitches, how are we today?” she asked the two of them. 

“Good, good,” Steve began. “Anyway, I was just asking Robin for a little advice and could do with an extra opinion. I’ve got that date with Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she’s going out of state for college. Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don’t know. Does that make sense to you?” he rambled before glancing at Robin, who seemed to be concentrating more on doing her makeup in the mirror than anything Steve was saying. “Robin, are you even listening?”

“Uh, yeah,” she said, applying her mascara.

“What did I just say?” Steve asked with an air of annoyance.

“Something about sex with Linda,” Robin replied. Lilith couldn’t help but let out a stifled chuckle. 

“No, I’m talking about Heidi!” Steve corrected her, banging his fist on the steering wheel. 

“Cut me some slack. Please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity, it is seven in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse!” Robin snapped, rubbing her face.

“You’re worried about a pep rally? You expect us to believe that?” Lilith asked with one eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah? So?” Robin quickly defended herself.

“We all know what this is about. Not buying that. This is about Vickie.” Steve declared.

“Absolutely not,” Robin said unconvincingly, trying to avoid Steve and Lilith’s gaze.

“It is. You know what else?” Steve told them.

“I don’t care-”

“You’ve got to stop acting like you’re someone else when you’re around her.” Steve finished.

“You’ve just got to be yourself,” Lilith added.

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realize that?” Robin asked.

“Maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that?” Lilith aired.

“I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business.” Steve declared.

“It’s not the same thing, okay? You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego’s a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl and bam, I’m a town pariah.” Robin blurted.

Steve turned to Robin, chuckling. “I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don’t know that though, do we?” Robin replied. 

“She returned Fast Times paused at fifty-three minutes, five seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at fifty-three minutes, five seconds?” He asked, pausing for a moment to allow Robin to answer. She didn’t. “People who like boobies, Robin!” 

“Ew, gross! Don’t say boobies” she said rolling her eyes.

“Boobies!” Steve repeated. “Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. Lil likes boobies. You like boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely. It’s boobies”

Robin shook her head in defeat as Steve pulled into the car park. “I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” she asked, before grabbing her trumpet from the back seat and heading towards the gym.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at work and opened up the doors. After plenty of coffee, the two of them were in peak performance. Steve was relentlessly hitting on any of the female customers while Lilith sorted through the returns pile.

“Boom. Another date!” Steve stated, holding out his outstretched fist for Lilith to bump.

“Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington strikes again!” Lilith mocked. 

“You’re just bitter because you’re a bitch” Steve told her with a sarcastic smile.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” she teased. “What movie do you wanna watch?”

They were an hour into The Breakfast Club when the phone rang. Steve reluctantly answered the call after losing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Famly Video Store. This is Steve, how can I help?” he asked, pausing for a moment to listen to the voice on the other end. “Lil, it’s for you..” he handed the phone to Lilith.

“This is Lilith,” she told the mystery caller, as much niceness in her tone as she could muster.

“Lilith! It’s Dustin,” the voice on the phone told her.

“Why are you calling me at work, you shrimp? What’s wrong?” Lilith asked, annoyed.

“I need a favour” Dustin coaxed.

“Go on…”

“It’s our Dungeons & Dragons game tonight. Lucas can’t make it because of his stupid championship game and well… we need a sub. I’m desperate, Lil. I’ll do your dishes for a week if you fill in. Please?” he proposed.

“A week?” Lilith asked.

“Fine. Two?” he bargained.

“When and where?” Lilith asked.

“Thank you! Thank you! Five o’clock. Hellfire Room. School basement. Don’t be late, whatever you do. Look, I’ve got to go. You’re a legend. Bye!” he shouted before hanging up. Lilith placed the phone on the receiver and got back to work.

She spent an hour unloading the delivery followed by another two hours restocking and rotating the candy on the display and refilling the topping tubs and kernel bins. Whilst she was doing that, Steve was rewinding and restocking all the movies that had been returned throughout the day, cleaning down the counters and sweeping the falls. At three o’clock Keith walked through the door to take over and the two of them clocked out.

“Any plans for tonight then?” Steve asked, carefully watching the roads for oncoming traffic as he took the next turn.

“Dustin needs me to sub for his D&D game tonight, Lucas is busy with the game. You?” she asked.

“I’m off to the game then meeting up with Robin later, feel free to hang with us later if you’re not busy,” he told her. “Be careful tonight, Lilith, okay?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more serious now.

“Be careful?” she asked, perplexed, “Steve… it’s a game of Dungeons & Dragons, what do you think is going to happen?” she laughed.

“Just… be careful. Look, I’ve gotta go. I have to do some errands for Mom before I go pick up my date. I’ll see you later.” He told her with a wave.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll see you later,” Lilith said, closing the door behind her.

Confused, Lilith made her way up to her room and flopped onto the bed to rest her eyes, all the tiredness from her horrid night's sleep catching up with her all at once. She fell asleep almost instantly.

“Lilith… I’m coming… I’m coming for you… For you all…”

-

Lilith's eyes opened wide, frantically. She looked around the room and took a couple of deep breaths; everything looked normal. She pinched herself - it hurt. She was awake. 

She quickly washed her face, reapplied her eyeliner, and styled her hair. She grabbed the first items of clothing she could find and put them on. Black baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt. She grabbed her sneakers and put them on, tying her laces into double knots. She grabbed her character information folder from the bottom of her suitcase in a hurry and dashed to the front door.

She skated faster than she’d ever skated before. Lilith checked her watch. It was five past five; she was late. She flung open the double doors and made her way into Hawkins High for the first time. The walls and floors were both covered in white tiles but there were so many posters and banners up you couldn’t see much bare space anywhere. Rows of lockers lined either side of the walls. Lilith looked around for an entrance to the basement but couldn't find anything. After a few more minutes, Lilith turned a corner and found a staircase leading downstairs. 

After another five minutes of aimless wandering, Lilith found herself outside of the door which belonged to the Hellfire Club, according to the poster on the window. She knocked five times, paused, and knocked two more times before pushing the door open.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, you’ve got Dustin and his shitty directions to thank for that one,” she chuckled.

“It’s about time! Sit down, Eddie’s been going frantic.” Dustin cried, pointing to the empty seat at the end of the table.

Lilith sat down and placed her character information sheet on the table before her before looking up. She instantly locked her gaze with a pair of familiar deep brown eyes. It was him again. He tapped his rings on the table, impatiently. 

“Lilith Henderson,” she told him, extending her outstretched hand across the table.

“Eddie. Eddie Munson” he replied, shaking her hand firmly.

[scalpelandrose]

Lanterns in the Snow (Beastman AU)

Songs to set the tone: Pomogi Mne/Help Me (Gorod 312) | Gravity (Zlata Ognevich)

A/N: I’m very, very, very overdue posting this AU having conceptualized this last year, but I am happy to officially add this now to the AU collection 😂 This 1 holds a special place, being a means to write an allegory of trusting in one’s instincts, exploring human connection to nature, & as always, evaluating how justice can be realized for the disserved. Part of a collab with @/starrybrujita & @fireflykaizoku 💙

Summary Concept (1st POV):

I come from a solitudinous town situated between two mountains, defined by its ambition to conquer the natural elements. Tales of “Ghost of the Mountains” taking the form of snow leopards & deadly beastmen were often told around fires in a string of cautionary anecdotes. Yet, to me, the snow leopards’ sentence to a barren landscape in attempts to atone for something they never committed in their current life sounded lonely.

The tales, along with my fascination for herbal medicine, only bolstered my frequent visits to town edge and even outside its walls and even though sightings of snow leopards were extremely rare, from the stories, I grew to respect their reclusive tenacity and a curiosity grew in me regarding those who were half-beast and half-man, due to carrying intense feelings to their graves in their past lives. I felt most free while scouting for plants, such as feverfew, milk vetch, or any that were suitable for patient needs, and in moments where it was only me against the backdrop of forests and mountains, I felt most comforted. Since I was typically alone, I’d sing out into the unknown and draw some pictures in the snow at my leisure; yet I was unaware that I had a watcher the entire time. As someone who was drawn to knowledge, I was an outspoken advocate for having the money we recently acquired from integrating other towns to go towards open & unprejudiced education and healthcare, instead of the coffers—but of course—I was met with heavy opposition for those who wanted pocket money.

Eventually, it was time for a coming-of-age ceremony for a councilman’s son, where he would hunt a beast with a ceremonial bow on horseback, while every eligible youth in town were required to attend. However, it was a harsh winter, so Law happened to be prowling closer to the town than usual for food & despite calculating when he would sweep up leftovers from camp, he was spotted and the chase began. Horrified, I grabbed a horse from nearby the medic tent to race along & cut off the hunting party, emphasizing that killing a snow leopard would mean the sins they embody would transfer to their killer and thus bring ruin to the town*, but no one listened & Law was severely wounded, before an emergency pulled everyone back to town. I secretly stayed behind & found a cave where I could tend to him, with some gauze, antiseptic, witch hazel, and tundra roses to stop the bleeding. To ease his pain, I sang to him & told him stories to lull him to sleep. I remained with him for 3 days, before leaving a hefty bag of food I collected to sustain him until he fully recovered.

Life seemed to be normal when I returned, save for new encounters with mystery paw prints in the snow where I often frequented and herbs that only grew deep in the mountains. However, 2 years later, I was brought in for questioning for poisoning an elder. My brief absence during the ‘emergency,’ involving the poisoning of that very councilman’s wife in the middle of the hunt, followed by an aptitude for apothecarium and poisons, made the perfect opportunity for a few political enemies to try to frame me. I was tried, declared guilty on trumped up evidence, & sentenced to ritual execution. They blinded me with fire & left me in the tundra, for the gods to exact their wrath—or rather— to rot or be eaten, but, before the elements or other beasts could claim me, Law detected a sharp scent of distress through the flurry of snow and rescued me…taking me deep into the mountains, so no one could disturb us.

Initially, I felt frustratingly helpless and useless, having relied on my eyes for most of my life, but Law patiently nursed me & guided me through surviving the wild, through helping me tune into my other senses. He became my eyes, taking me by my uncertain hands and describing all before me in vivid detail, to where my imagination desired nothing more. Surprisingly, he also had a log of medicinal plants and methods, so after he found me a walking cane, we frequented outside his den to look for whatever either of us fancied. All he asked in return was that I continued to tell him stories and any histories I knew. At times, it felt like we were the only 2 beings in the world, especially on blizzard nights when the fire could not keep, and we clung to the other for warmth.

Later, before the spring equinox, I learn that Law had lived without a family, since he was a cub and suffered instances of bestial berserk in a path to atone for his past life’s sins, which he was still trying to decipher. Feeling my heart ache for him in knowing the deep isolation he felt and that he was another being who felt wrongfully repenting for something out of their control, I offer to be his pillar and friend in his quest, to the best of my abilities. In our time together, I help Law to absolve himself of any sins he carries from his past-life and he helps me learn to trust my instincts on a nuanced level. Hand-in-hand, and careful touch-by-touch, the world opened anew to us & our companionship transformed into love. He eventually found a way to restore my sight & I free him of his burdens. As for the town, let’s say that it wasn’t Law & I who faced the wrath of wintry gods, but they for exacting fabricated justice and attempting to make nature bow to them. (It’s another long story when we cross paths with them again).

(And of course, we end up having cubs of our own with a tranquil life amidst the wondrous mountains.)

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*in Nepalese legend, killing a snow leopard transfers the ‘sins’ they carry onto their murderer. Even now, poaching snow leopards is illegal, especially in Central Asia

Tagging: @jazminetoad, @undercoverweeeb

[thefunniestguy]

hmmMMmmm, any thoughts ab Simon and Marceline ? (Esp in ‘I Remember You’ since I’m thinking about that episode a lot)

OH MAN DEFINITELY ,,, let's seeeee,,,,,,

Hmm , !! First !!!! I think it's ,,, sooooooooo just so very in general how a part of the Ice King remembers Marceline !! I know the entire point of one of those scenes (which ,, mmmm made me uncomfortable , but not much i can do lol) was to show how little he remembers , but !!! in marceline's little song before "i remember you" mentions how they always find their way back to each other !! he find marceline over and over , no matter how hard she tries !!!! maybe a part of that is emotions on her part ? i don't think it's what was intended , but her singing "every time i move eventually you find me , and start hanging around" would be fun if she also meant that she couldn't forget simon - like , no matter where she was , she was reminded of him . buuuuut i know it most definitely means he literally would find her , make up "another lame excuse" to see her , and try and spend time with her . ANYWAY all that to say , i do think there's a part of the ice king who remembers marcy !! even if he doesn't have the memories , or the exact feelings , a part of him is trying so desperately to remember the feelings . unfortunately for both marceline and the viewer , he most likely gets those feelings confused with the other feeling he's been searching for for so long - love . which , like i said , uncomfortable <//3 /lh

this is going off track of "i remember you" but !! about young marcy and not-quite-as-old simon !!! i think their relationship is THE GREATEST ,,,,,,, ofc it's also very much tragic , but when i'm not thinking about what ends up happening , their relationship makes me kinda happy in a way !! in that world , neither of them had anything . the world had practically ended - they were living in a post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland . simon lost his fiancee , marcy lost her mom . they were two lost and lonely people , both absolutely scared , both absolutely needing a friend !! it's just sweet ,,,, they both cared for each other so much :(( thinking of how hard simon tried to get marcy SOUP because he most definitely felt guilty that she got a cold thanks to his powers !! thinking of how long marcy held onto hambo , a gift that simon got her in an attempt to cheer her up !!! SIMON PRETENDING TO BE A TV , just having father-daughter-like bonding with her !!!!! then , the tragic bits of their relationship :((( like how hard simon tried to not let the crown take over , yet feeling like he had NO CHOICE but to put it on !! how else was he going to save marcy ?? not only was the crown calling to him , but he had to save marceline . she was all he had left in the world !! as far as he knew , it really was just him and her in the wreckage of the world !!! the remains of life were practically out to get them - it wasn't safe , and wasn't something he figured could be handled normally . he was willing to risk his sanity for marceline . and , when he realized how dangerous he was becoming , he left her . because he wanted to keep her safe , even if safe meant that she had to be away from him ,,,,

I , honestly don't know how to add to this , but thinking about "i remember you" again ,, the line in simon's letter / the song "i need to save you , but who's going to save me ?" has me SO mentally ill,,,,,,, the entirety of that letter shows how confused / desperate / even scared simon must have felt . he just needed to keep marcy safe , and he knew it'd tear at his sanity and he was probably terrifying of that !! but he was selfless , in my opinion , letting the crown take over in order to keep marceline safe . even if someone thinks "uhhhhh ok but he didn't NEED the crown to keep her safe !!" then maybe i dunno (looking at the scene w the zombies ,,,,,,, maybe not ,,) but that's ignoring the fact that simon's mind began deteriorating the moment he put on the crown . the crown "spoke to him." to him , he was doing what would save marcy , and i think that makes him selfless ! anyway also "please forgive me for whatever i do when i don't remember you" ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, he must have been so sad ,,,,,,, and scared :((( and guilty :(((((((((( this entire song man ,,,,,,,,,, i can't even get into the second verse , bc GOD it's just . man . "i can feel myself slipping away" "i swear it wasn't me , it was the crown" GOD . OH MY GOD . man . holy moly .

[healeroflightanddark]

Yuya's Ticklish Story, Chapter 3: We're In Class!

Yuya sat in his class trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. But it was a little difficult for him to pay attention in class at the best of times. It was even harder now, because he could feel the eyes of his classmates on him. He knew they had all seen the viral clip of him being tickled, and some of them had been around and recording when Sawatari had tickled him, so there were quite a few videos shared before class had started.

The teacher noticed that the class kept looking at Yuya, but for once the tomato-haired boy appeared to be actually trying to pay attention to the lesson. Although the faint blush on his face told the teacher that he was more than aware of all the attention he was getting from his fellow students. The teacher had seen the viral clip, and knew exactly why the rest of the class kept looking at Yuya, but the tomato-head didn’t seem to be trying to draw attention to himself. At least he wasn’t sleeping in class today.

The teacher went to pass out some worksheets, only to realize that there weren’t enough. “I’m going to make copies. Everyone open your books to Chapter 7 and start reading.”

Everyone obediently opened their books, and the teacher left the room. For about two minutes everything was quiet. Then, one of the girls looked up at Yuya.

“Hey, Yuya!” she said. “Question!”

“Hmm?” Yuya looked up at her. The girl grinned and asked. “How ticklish are you?”

Yuya blushed as red as his hair. “U-uhm! W-well, on a scale of 1 to 100… I’m about 150.”

Everyone grinned, and the boy sitting behind him asked, “So, if I were to do this…?” He suddenly reached over and dug his fingers into Yuya’s sides. Yuya shrieked and laughed, batting his hands away. “W-wait! We’re supposed to be reading! We’re supposed to be reading!”

“Reading’s boring,” some of the other students got up and approached him. “Besides, didn’t you tell Sawatari that you like being tickled?”

“Don’t you daARE!” Yuya squealed as he was suddenly tickled by at least five other students. The many sudden tickles were too much and he couldn’t stop laughing. Tears started streaming down his face, and he began falling out of his seat as he tried to get away.

“ST-STOHOHOHOP! WEHEHE’RE IN CLAHAHAHASS! WEHEHE’RE SUPPOHOHOHOHOSED TO BEHEHEHE REAHEAHEAHEAHEADIHIHIHIHING! STOHOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“What is going on here?!” the teacher’s voice boomed from the doorway. Everyone jumped, and  the students who were tickling Yuya stepped away, looking guilty. By this time, Yuya was half out of his seat, with his back on the floor and his legs on his chair.

The teacher glared at the class. “I told you to read Chapter 7, and this is what you do?! Detention for all of you, except for Sakaki!” The class groaned, and the boy behind Yuya asked, “Why doesn’t he get detention?”

“Because he was telling you all to stop!” The teacher said in annoyance. He looked at Yuya. “Are you alright, Sakaki?”

“M-mhm,” Yuya said, getting up and sitting back in his seat. His face was still flushed and he was still catching his breath from the merciless surprise tickle session, but he was okay.

“Good,” the teacher said. He glared at the rest of the students as they returned to their seats in shame, before he passed out the worksheets. As Yuya got started on his worksheet, he couldn’t help thinking that he was probably going to have to be on his guard for a while. But he was sure that things would go back to normal soon. People would eventually lose interest in the clip of him being tickled, and forget all about it.

Or so he thought.

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Have a great day! Could i request #16, #35 and #63 from the prompt list with Karl Heisenberg? Thank you!

Sure!💖💖

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Maternal Instincts

Heisenberg needs to take better care of himself.

#16 “Do you understand how beautiful you are.”

#35 “Quite embarrassing me!”

#63 “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

It was one of those days where things were kind of slow for you. Heisenberg was struggling with his motivation as for three days straight he hasn't ceased working. In fact, he didn't sleep and he hardly ate.

You were at your breaking point, and about to go full mom mode on the metal Lord.

Calmly walking into his workspace, you saw him like he was every day. Heisenberg was hunched over a corpse, desperately trying to figure out how to improve his soldat’s cognitive function.

“Hey Karl.” You said while nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe, not giving up the reason you were here yet. The poor sleep-deprived Lord seemed to perk up a bit at the sight of you.

“Y/N. It’s nice to see you down here.” You can tell that your presence alone has instilled some life back into the man. However, he still looked awful. I mean, he hasn’t eaten or slept for a while.

“So,” you took a couple steps towards him, causing the smile to slowly leave his face, “how have you been feeling?”

“I...um...” You could tell that he was starting to realize the reason why you came down here. If his obvious guilty glancing around the room gave it away.

“Do you understand how beautiful you are.” Heisenberg said to you with a charming grin. As he changed the subject, he moved his hand up to stroke your cheek. His actions made you blush a bit with a smile, but ultimately, you found it adorable that he knew he’s done wrong.

But flirting won’t get him out of this.

“That’s sweet of you, but I wanted to know when you last took care of yourself?” You said to him while grabbing his hand from your face. As your hand held his, you reached up stroke his face, noticing how terrible he looked.

“Well...about that...I’m fine.” He stated as he turned to move away gruffly. It was just like Heisenberg to refuse to admit how he’s actually feeling, but you could see it all over his face.

You grabbed his arm.

“No. You’re coming with me.” You demanded, and if this was when you first met him, he would’ve thrown you back so hard into that wall it would’ve knocked you out. However, you’ve grown on him so much that he can’t bring himself to ever hurt you. The relationship means too much to him.

So, begrudgingly, he let you drag him back up to the living area.

“I can’t believe you haven’t eaten in days.” You berated him like a mother as you pushed him to sit down at the table. Then you began to make him a simple sandwich, something just to get his energy back.

“Y/N, I am a man dammit...I can take care of myself.” Heisenberg tried to defend himself as you placed the food in front of him. He crossed his arms like a child before just staring at it. You continued to watch him, causing him to question you on why.

“I’m not leaving till you eat that whole thing.” You said while putting your hands on your hips. This caused him to scoff a bit before leaning back in his chair, meeting your eyes. 

He was testing your patience.

This went on for several minutes before you saw his flickers back to the food. He was going to give in, and he eventually did with a sigh of defeat. As he started to eat, you praised him like he was a child. You continued to tease him till he finished his meal.

“Quite embarrassing me!” Heisenberg hissed as you gave him a bit of a hug as reward for actually eating something for you.

“I’m just proud of you for giving in. You’re not one to normally do that.” You said with a bit of a laugh. Heisenberg huffed, and folding his arms once more, his cheeks a bit pink from embarrassment.

“C’mon, you need a nap as well.” You patted his shoulders. Heisenberg, however, stubbornly refused.

“I’m fine Y/N. I just want to get back to work.” He said while standing up, presumably to ignore you and go about his daily chores. He ate something, shouldn’t that be good enough for you?

Apparently not.

“Karl Heisenberg, either you come to bed with me right now, or I’ll go ask Alcina if I can stay with her.” You knew that threat would get to him because soon he was the one dragging you to the bedroom, grumbling under his breath.

“Like hell you’re leaving me for that bitch.” He muttered to himself, causing you to giggle. His face turned a bit pink when you realized you heard him.

Soon, you managed to get him in just a shirt and pants before pushing him onto the bed. As you expected, he nearly fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. However, you couldn’t resist crawling next to him.

“Y/N...are you here to watch me sleep?” He asked in a teasing manner, referring to when you watched him eat to make sure he did it.

“Kind of. I really just to cuddle with you. We hardly ever have time.” You admitted while grabbing his arm and putting it around your shoulders. Then, you snuggled onto his chest while laying an arm across his stomach. Heisenberg said nothing, but you glanced up to see his face was unusually red.

“You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” You said to him with a grin. This caused him to get even more flustered as he shifted his body to aim his red face away from you.

“Shut up.” He growled to you, but you could tell that there was no actual aggression in his tone. He just hates when you point out how vulnerable he can get.

“Sorry Karl...” You said while laughing into his chest, running your hand up and down his stomach in a soothing manner. However, you got no response. Looking up, you realized he had already fallen asleep.

It was a sight to see him looking so peaceful for once.

“Sleep well...” You whispered to him while closing your own eyes. You sincerely hoped that this would make him feel a bit better. He’s no good to anyone if he ends up destroying himself first. Yes, Heisenberg didn’t take very good care of himself when he gets on one of his “kill Miranda” sprees.

But thankfully, he had you there to look out for him.

[randomshyperson]

Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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[natsfirecat]

Okay! Here’s my request:

Natasha x asexual reader (female),where Natasha confesses her feelings for the reader, but the reader reluctantly rejects her. So after turning down Natasha’s declaration of love, the reader can’t stand seeing Natasha all beaten down and upset, so the reader confesses that she is asexual, telling Natasha that she deserves to be with someone who can give her everything and satisfy her needs. That the reader won’t be enough, no matter how much in love she is with Natasha. But little does the reader know, Natasha doesn’t want those needs, but you.

What do you think? 😃🖤💜🤍

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x asexual fem reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: much to her dismay, r has to reject her crush, natasha

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex and sexual attraction, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: thank you for this request! i love writing for asexual reader sm! i hope you like it, and remember that aces are valid and amazing! :D

also not proofread very well. i'm tired and too lazy rn lmao

You fiddled with your ring, staring blankly at the wall. You had just gotten home from a mission, and needed some time to rest up.

The mission had gone well, you went with Natasha. Your task was to stop a HYDRA attack on civilians. Everything went as planned, and there were no casualties.

Now that you were back, all you wanted to do was rest up and relax.

So, you did just that.

You only woke a few hours later because of Natasha calling you, saying that you had to debrief the mission.

So you reluctantly got out of bed, and made your way to the meeting room.

Fury was there, reading files, and Natasha sat in her usual seat. Her face lit up when you walked in, then she waved and motioned for you to sit down.

As Fury started going over the mission, you just gave short, straight to the point answers to his questions.

It wasn’t until Natasha gave a detailed summary that he let you leave.

While walking out the room, she stopped you.

“Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Wanda’s making me,”

She laughed, knowing that you most definitely would not be going to a social gathering unless one of your friends forced you.

“Well, I think it’ll be fun. I’ll see you there,”

You were about to shrug and go on a rant about how Tony’s parties were very much overrated, but she simply waved goodbye and made her way down the hallway back to her room.

You were about to do the same before you felt someone tap your arm from behind.

You whipped around, then grinned to see Carol.

“You’ve been back and haven’t seen me yet?”

“Sorry…” you muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“You can make it up to me by getting me food,”

You rolled your eyes, then agreed, knowing you would get yourself food too.

She gave you a satisfied smile before beginning to walk down the steps towards the garage of cars.

She stepped into the driver’s seat of course, while you followed behind in the passenger’s seat.

“IHOP?” She asked, despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Yes!”

“Great, you’re buying!”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing she would say that.

“So how’d the mission go?” She asked.

“It was fine, nothing exciting happened.

“As soon as we convince Fury to let you come to space with me for missions, things will get a lot more exciting for you,”

You smiled, then chuckled at her statement.

She would talk to you about space all the time, and you had often expressed interest in it. So she took it upon herself to make a slideshow presentation about why you should be allowed to go with her to space. It still needed some work, but she was absolutely planning on presenting it to Fury when it was done.

“Where will you take me?”

“Well we’d start off with something close, maybe not exit the galaxy neighborhood quite yet,”

You laughed again, looking forward to your space adventures with your best friend.

-

Carol had eaten about a quarter of her food before she broke the silence,

“So I heard you tell Natasha that you’re going tonight,”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, choosing to stare at your pancakes instead of making eye contact.

“Well that’s good, maybe you guys can talk and…”

“And what?” You were beginning to get a little irritated.

“Oh come on! We both know how you feel. Why can’t you just talk with her about it?”

“You know why, Carol,” you said as you subconsciously began to fidget with the black ring you always wore on the middle finger of your right hand.

She sighed, not wanting to fight you on this. So she went back to eating her pancakes, and didn’t say another word about it to you.

-

As you reluctantly promised, you were at the party that night. Not wanting to engage too much, you stood off at the edge of the room, taking a small sip of your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Wanda and Natasha talking. You thought nothing of it, until you saw Wanda wink at her.

You turned your head to the side, then accidentally made eye contact.

Quickly shifting your gaze to the floor, you took another sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment.

You then decided to walk away, not wanting to create any more awkward tension.

You made your way into the next room until you almost bumped into Sam, who gave you a weird look as he stepped away from you.

“You alright, L/N?” He asked.

“I’m good!” You told him, quickly walking away.

When you finally got to the corner of the other room, you took a deep breath. You finally let yourself relax against the wall, away from the person you wanted to avoid tonight.

You closed your eyes for a minute, pretending you weren’t here.

For just a moment, it worked; you weren’t a loud, crowded party. You were just happy in your room watching movies and eating popcorn. No one was bothering you, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, your moment didn’t last.

Your eyes opened again when you heard your name called several times. Standing in front of you, was Natasha.

You noticed both Wanda and Carol standing at the door, watching the both of you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, her voice shakier than normal. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, can we talk somewhere more private?”

You nodded, then began to follow her back the way you came until you were in another hallway that didn’t have anyone in it.

“Y/N,” she began. “I’ve always liked you as a person, I think you’re brilliant on the field, and I just love being around you. I feel these things around you, and it’s scary. But there’s something between us, I can feel it, and I think you feel it too. I’d like to explore these feelings, so… would you want to go out together… on a date?”

You let out a sigh as your heart dropped. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought about what she was saying to you. As much as it would hurt both of you, you had to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Natasha, but no. I can’t.”

“Oh-” she was taken aback from your response, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “This was stupid, you’re right. I’m sorry for even asking in the first place, I-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before walking off, leaving you alone.

-

Two days later, Natasha had barely left her room. She stayed under the covers, mostly trying to sleep. Of course, it eventually turned into hours of staring at the ceiling while her stomach was in knots.

So, she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she brought up to her room, and leaned back against the headboard.

As soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She watched the saddest movies and TV shows she could think of, and ended up finishing the entire bottle.

If she was going to be sad and cry, it would be from too much drinking while watching sad stuff. It wouldn’t be from you. Natasha refused to let herself cry over a simple rejection.

But it wasn’t a simple rejection.

She’s had these feelings for you for months.

Your smile has made her heart flutter since your first mission with her. She vividly remembers the way your eyes lit up when you found out you were paired with her.

The two of you ended up working so well together. At the end of the mission, you held both your hands up for a double high five. The gesture confused her at first, but she eventually gave in and placed her hands against yours. That’s when you gave her the same smile that still gives her butterflies.

She didn’t even start to notice it until a few months ago, when Clint called her out on it. He noticed that your name was brought up in their conversations a lot. So he blatantly asked her what her feelings for you were.

Of course, she denied everything at first. You were just a friend who was nice to work with. Nothing more.

She didn’t fully realize it until Wanda called her out on it too.

You were eating breakfast, and Natasha’s eyes never left you. You exchanged smiles a few times, and the butterfly feeling in her stomach kept growing.

Wanda saw, feeling a smile grow on her face as she glanced between the two of you. Of course, her powers made this even more fun for her.

While she didn’t usually like to invade people’s private thoughts, especially her friends’, Natasha’s thoughts were loud. Yours too.

So after you got up, and waved goodbye to the both of them, Wanda immediately cornered Natasha. Normally, she wouldn’t do something like that to the assassin, but she felt okay with it considering that her thoughts of you softened her up a bit.

“So, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?” She asked her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys would make such a good couple, you should ask her out!”

“Absolutely not! We’re just friends,”

Wanda let out a huff, then rolled her eyes.

“You seem to forget that I’m a telepath,”

This time, Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

“Stay out of my head, Maximoff,”

And with that, she walked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

Of course, Wanda had other plans.

The next week, she made mental notes of how the two of you would interact. No matter how much you both denied it, she knew you had feelings for each other.

While you smiled around everyone, you smiled the most around her. Your eyes would light up, and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. And your smile would usually cause her to reciprocate it. She rarely smiled, but she was okay with you seeing her smile.

On top of that, Wanda noticed all the small gestures you would do for each other.

She would pack your bag for missions often, and you would share your food with her.

While both of those things could be seen as platonic, she knew better. You definitely had feelings for each other.

So when she brought it up to Natasha again, she couldn’t even deny it this time.

“Tell anyone, and I’ll make you feel pain you didn’t even know could be felt,” Natasha threatened her.

Wanda nodded, promising that she only wanted to help her.

Eventually, the assassin gave in and let her plan the whole thing out.

It would work out in the end, it had to.

-

Now, Natasha let out a growl of frustration as Wanda entered her room.

“Can you at least knock?”

“I’m worried about you, Nat,”

Despite her glares, Wanda continued walking towards her until she sat down on the foot of her bed.

“Why do you even care? You lied to me, you said it would work!”

“I really thought it would, I’m so sorry. But you can’t keep yourself locked in here, we’re all worried about you,”

“I can’t face her after I humiliated myself like that. Why would you tell me she had feelings for me too? You said you could tell from her thoughts, but she clearly doesn’t see me that way. Now I’ve probably ruined my friendship with her too.”

“I don’t know why that happened,”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Wanda realized this would get her nowhere. Natasha still needed a bit more time.

As she saw her friend leave the room, she finally allowed the tears to fall again.

She hated herself for it, but maybe she actually was crying over you.

-

It wasn’t like you were doing any better.

You only left your room to train with Carol, and to bring food back up to your room since you didn’t want to eat with everyone else.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Wanda glared at you when you passed her in the hallway. You ended up glaring right back, surprised by her sudden hostility towards you.

The two of you had been relatively close, but she was especially close with Natasha. You knew you had hurt her with your rejection, but in the end, you were doing her a favor.

She’d understand that eventually, and hopefully, so would Wanda.

For now, you lay in bed. You were clinging tightly onto your pillow, letting a few sobs escape.

Even though you knew the rejection was for the best, for both you and Natasha, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You were only saving the both of you from future heartbreak. It would be worth it eventually. Soon enough, you’d both get over it and go back to being the friends you once were.

However, now you continued crying into your pillow.

You wished you could just turn feelings on and off with a switch, but you couldn’t. It would make things so much easier if these feelings didn’t exist in the first place.

You had tried to suppress and deny them at first.

You ignored the way you felt yourself smiling more at her. You ignored the way you felt like you were on top of the world when she returned your smile. You ignored the way your stomach turned into a knot of nerves whenever you touched; whether it was a full on hug or just fingers brushing past each other in the hallway.

When she sat next to you on movie night though, closer than she normally did, that’s when you realized you couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore.

You wanted to completely close the distance between the two of you, and snuggle completely into her. You wanted to kiss her, and hold her tight. You wanted everything to do with her.

But you couldn’t have her, and it hurt like hell.

-

After another two days, Carol came barging into your room.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She said, getting straight to the point.

Your eyes widened, but you said nothing as she sat down and glared at you.

“You’ve been sulking for days, and haven’t done anything about it,”

You shrugged, sinking back father into the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her!”

“No! I’m just gonna stay here until my feelings go away,”

“Y/N, I love you, platonically, but sometimes you’re the dumbest person I know,”

“Thanks, Carol,”

“Your feelings aren’t gonna magically go away like that. If you don’t wanna date her, then at least talk to her so you can both have some closure on this!”

“I can’t, she’d never understand and it’d just be a whole thing, and I don’t want that,”

“You explained it to me and I understood,”

“Well yeah, cuz it doesn’t affect you at all. It affects her because it’s the reason I can’t be with her,”

“Have you ever thought to consider that maybe she wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course she’d mind, Carol,”

Sighing, your best friend decided she wasn’t gonna win this battle today.

Despite her anger towards you, she still reached over and hugged you before getting up and leaving.

Once again, you were left alone in your own misery.

You began to fidget with your ring, staring at the flag on your wall. The black, grey, white, and purple colors stood out against the wall, adding a nice touch to your room.

You were obviously proud and unashamed of who you were, but that didn’t change the fact that so many people didn’t understand it. So it was just easier to not bring it up. Maybe one day you could find someone like you, who’d understand.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about Natasha. You hated that you had to do this.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to salvage your friendship at the end of this. That just made everything worse.

You lay back down again, clinging onto the pillow once more.

You remembered the way you felt when Natasha first smiled at you. You remembered the happiness she made you feel. You remembered just how much you wanted to be around her.

Luckily, your thoughts of misery finally stopped when you managed to fall asleep.

-

The next day, Carol dragged you out of your room. Literally dragged, she grabbed both your wrists and pulled you out of the bed until you hit the floor.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“No more sulking, you’re getting up and not coming back to your room until tonight. Let’s go,”

You sighed in defeat, then stood up, following her out of your room.

She dragged you downstairs to the kitchen, where she already had breakfast laying out for you.

As annoyed as you were with her, you definitely thought it was sweet that she was going through all this effort for you.

So you sat down and began eating, forcing a smile. You were still hurting, but for now, you could fake it in front of your friend.

She sat down next to you, and seemed satisfied.

You gave a small smile, then continued eating.

It was progress.

-

When Natasha finally came down, you were the last person she expected to see. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes widened as she saw you with Carol.

She immediately looked away, not wanting to face you, especially like this.

Unfortunately for her, you had already made eye contact for a moment. You took in her appearance, letting out a deep exhale.

She refused to say anything, then turned around as if she had never been there in the first place.

As soon as she left, you turned back to Carol.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?”

-

As much as the logical part of your mind tried to convince you not to do this, the other part was currently making you.

So now, you stood outside Natasha’s bedroom, hand hovering over the door, prepared to knock.

You took in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open before you were ready.

“Y/N?” Natasha didn’t expect to see you after what happened. “What are you doing?”

“Can we please talk?”

She frowned, thinking about what happened the last time you two talked. But, she opened the door wider, letting you in.

You walked over to her bed, waiting for her to nod, giving you permission to sit down.

“I just wanted to start off by saying that I’m really sorry for this, for hurting you like that,”

“You don’t need to apologize. You can’t change how you feel.”

“I know, but here’s the thing; I have feelings for you too,”

Her eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

“Then why’d you say no?”

You took in a few more deep breaths, preparing yourself.

“I’m asexual,” you finally got out. “While I feel romantic attraction to you, and really like you, I’m not sexually attracted to you. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

She tilted her head to the side, but continued listening as you went on.

“So as much as I do like you, it’s not fair for us to be together. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need in a relationship, and I can’t do that.” You told her, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be enough,”

That’s what broke you, causing the tears to stream down your face as they had so many times within the past few days. Telling her everything you had been thinking, and finally getting it out.

You noticed a few tears forming in her eyes as she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “I wish you had told me earlier, though,”

“I know, I’m sorry,”

“You’re wrong though,”

“About what?”

“You are enough for me, Y/N. I don’t care about sex, I just want you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,”

You let out a gasp, then turned and wrapped both your arms around her, leaning in between her chest and neck.

“You’re okay with kisses though, right?”

You smiled, then leaned in and crashed your lips against hers. That certainly answered her question.

It felt like a weight was lifted off the both of you. You loved being like this with her, lips connected and arms wrapped around one another. You never wanted to let go.

When you had to break apart for air, Natasha smirked at you.

���So how about that date now?”

[thesunicarusfellfor]

WAIT WAIT— what if 👀 what if Yandere!Tubbo and Yandere!Tommy falling for the reader at the same time

BROO— THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES

ooooooOOOOO DAMN this one is gonna be good! I love the way you think! So I wrote this as headcanons, but I will write this as an actual story if requested. ^^

This is not exactly implied romantic??? I'm still scared about writing their characters as directly romantic????? I'll probably get braver about it but still lowkey worried.

Yandere!C!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic

Tommy, at first, completely denied even acknowledging your existence.

Until he saw someone interact with you.

Then he would start pulling out his sword or glaring at them from across the room.

He would definitely pin them in an alleyway and threaten every single one of their canon lives.

Tommy, please. Niki was just trying to give you cookies.

He's the kind of Yandere that would greatly keep his distance both physically, emotionally and mentally. Basically, he would be a Tsundere Yandere.

Tubbo, on the other hand, would be extremely sweet to you.

Need netherite? He had an extra few ingots ready in his pockets!

Interacting with someone who wasn't him? Was he not good enough for you??? Fine. You don't deserve him.

He would cry to you and make you feel guilty OR completely ignore you for a week straight until you come crawling back to him and apologizing.

Straight up can flip emotions like a switch.

The first time either of them realized the other liked you as well, was when they were listening to Mellohi on their bench, watching the sunset when they saw you having a conversation with Ranboo at the bottom of the cliff.

"What're they doing talking to him?" Tommy growled lowly and leaned forward to glared at the enderman who was talking to you. He reached for his bow n' arrow before Tubbo grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, "What? I don't want them talking to anyone but me."

"What do you mean 'anyone but you'?! You avoid them like they're a virus!" Tubbo stared at him, digging his fingers into Tommy's bicep a small bit to show his anger a bit more, "They should only be talking to me."

The blond turned towards his brunet friend and yanked his arm out of his grasp, "Excuse me?" He glared into Tubbo's dull blue eyes, gritting his teeth, "You do nothing but give them stuff!"

"And you treat them like shit and avoid them!" The smaller of the two retorted angrily, trying to keep his tone level enough to where you didn't hear.

Mellohi, the music that had been playing mere moments ago, slowly came to a stop and left nothing but silence and tension in the air. You had noticed them arguing from below, but Ranboo (who had heard their entire argument) decided to pull you away from them and bring you to the Tundra.

"Are you trying to take everything from me?!" Tommy tightened his grip on his diamond sword, although part of him knew that if Tubbo equipped his netherite armour, there would be absolutely no competition whatsoever.

"Take things from you?! They're a human being and you choose to ignore that fact when you ignore them or call them terrible names!"

"I treat everyone like that! You already have Ranboo, I don't understand why you're chasing after them with hearts in your eyes when you're fuckin' married! Loyal much! Oh wait, you aren't loyal, you EXILED ME!"

"It's platonic! I told you that already! And you're starting this again now, Tommy?!"

Ranboo actually felt nervous leaving you alone around both Tommy AND/OR Tubbo after hearing their entire argument that day.

Tommy, although now a lot nicer, became extremely clingy towards you and constantly would walk over and drag you away mid-conversation with anyone that wasn't him. ESPECIALLY if you were talking to Tubbo.

Man would bring you everywhere with him if you would let him.

Netherite mining? Get your pick.

To get new discs? Pack your bags, we're going on an adventure.

Straight up does everything he can do to get you away from Tubbo because he's petty.

He tried giving you as many gifts as Tubbo, but mans is broke.

Tubbo would get extremely annoyed by Tommy even just walking through the area when he was with you.

Would start to hold your hand or link arms with you (if you're comfortable), just so Tommy couldn't pull you away as easily.

Started to try guilt-tripping you into living in Snowchester, and even tried to get you to live in the mansion.

Ranboo actually lied to Tubbo, saying he was scared of enderwalking and hurting you, to convince Tubbo not to guilt-trip you further into living in the mansion.

Tubbo's constant gift-giving got so much more extreme.

Want netherite ingots to make armour?

Nope. No lifting a finger.

He already made you fully enchanted netherite god armour anyway.

Has definitely tried to convince Ranboo to let him involve you in the platonic marriage.

"Ranboo! My beloved!" Tubbo called jokingly, walking into their home. He kicked the snow on his boots before pulling down his hood and taking off his hat, hanging it on the hook as he took off his footwear, "I have a proposition for you!"

The monochrome-coloured man lifted his head and set down the journal in his hand, the ink likely still wet judging by the quill in his hand, "Yeah? What's that?" He placed the feathered pen in the pot of ink and turned to face his platonic husband.

"What would you say to extending our marriage to three people? Like a polyamorous relationship. Like Sapnap, Karl and Big Q?" Tubbo sat down in the chair beside him, watching as Ranboo was left reeling for a few seconds.

"W-well, one, I think you mean expanding. Two, with who?!" The tall male sat up quickly, bumping his leg on the table from his minor flailing, "A-and, and, what about Michael? Are you sure they can be trusted with him?"

Tubbo held out his hand to calm his friend down, making his friend put his hands down so he didn't accidentally hit something, "You know what I meant, and (Y/n)! Y'know... Like, the one with (h/l) (h/c) hair, (tall/short)! (Y/n), them!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know who they are, it's just..." He paused to gather his words, glancing away from his friend. In all reality, he wouldn't mind inviting you into the platonic marriage, even if he knew Tubbo felt more romantic feelings towards you. He didn't shut up about it. It was the fact that he was worried about what kind of mental manipulation Tubbo would do to you if you did agree to be in the marriage. Or even what Tommy would do to you or Tubbo!

"...Just?"

'Your relationship with Tommy is beyond screwed already... Imagine what would happen if both of his friends left him to be in a platonic relationship with me. Tubbo, all of us would be in severe danger.' He thought silently before taking a breath. "I-I don't have my enderwalking state under control... I'm already scared for Michael enough, and I don't want to hurt her as well... Give it some time and we'll see. Please.." He whispered, lying through his teeth. Ranboo knew you were damn good at protecting yourself and could knock his long and lanky ass to the dirt within seconds.

Tubbo's bright shiny eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his smile began to falter, "Ah... Yeah. I guess that makes sense. For their safety I suppose." His normal look returned and he gave him a smile, "Yeah, that does make a lot of sense. I'll ask again next month to see what happens."

"What... What about Tommy-"

"What about him?" He demanded sharply, his smile vanishing in mere seconds which caught Ranboo off guard yet again, "He doesn't need to be in their life. He would do more harm to them than good!"

Ranboo was left gaping, his mouth moving but not creating any sounds. He watched as Tubbo eyed him carefully before he got up, murmuring something about grabbing food then going to bed.

Once the goat hybrid was completely out of sight, Ranboo reached for his memory book and took the quill again.

'Protect (Y/n) from Tubbo and Tommy. Get them out of DreamSMP.'

Ranboo was scared for you.

He was stuck watching as these crazy two men fought over you, threatened you, manipulated you... It was worrying, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong. If he didn't have an adopted son, a platonic husband that he still cared about despite him being another Dream at this point, and a Syndicate to protect him from, he would've packed everything and ran, bringing you with him.

He was practically walking on eggshells around this man that he had once been extremely close to!

It practically sent shivers down his spine...

Eventually, it got to the point where Ranboo had gone to your house in the ungodly hours of the morning to talk to you.

This man LITERALLY crept into Tubbo's room AND Tommy's house to make sure they were both asleep before going to talk to you.

"Ran... Boo?" You asked, yawning softly as you leaned against the door, your hair all frizzy and messed up, "What's up? It'sssss... Like 5:30am. The sun is barely even up..."

"(Y/n)... Can we go inside? Please... There's something very wrong.." He murmured softly, his memory book tightly held in his grasp as he glanced around. Tommy could be waking up sometime soon, and he did not want to get caught talking to you. He would certainly be down a canon life before he could even say 'sorry'.

You watched the nervous man in front of you and nodded before stepping aside to let him in. Peaking outside, you looked around for what was causing him to panic but went back inside once you didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Softening your tone, you gestured for him to sit at the table while you made coffee.

Once he had a fresh mug of coffee in front of him, Ranboo slowly began to gather his nerve and speak. He told you everything he could remember, and even opened his memory book to tell you about the things he didn't remember. Everything from the fight where Tommy and Tubbo's friendship completely went downhill a few months ago, to the threats Tubbo used against Tommy, the manipulation against you, the threats he had received by talking to you, and even Tubbo's violent mood switches when talking about you or Tommy.

The entire time, you just sat there wide-eyed as you listened to him ramble on about his fears and worries, and everything in between. He even mentioned wanting to actually divorce Tubbo because of how scared he was for you and his own life. "I don't... Not... Believe you... But this is- this is a little difficult to believe." You knew the enderman hybrid wouldn't lie about something so serious, and he definitely wouldn't be shaking like a leaf if it was a joke or a lie.

"Y-yeah, I expected that... But I really do care about your safety, honestly. You know I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, especially about Tubbo." He murmured softly, looking at his crown laying on the table in front of him, "In all honesty, I came here this early because I was scared about Tommy trying to kill me if he saw me talking to you..."

"He wouldn't ki-"

The door slammed open dramatically and there was a cheerful shout of your name, "(Y/n)!!! Let's go mining for diamon-" Tommy walked into your kitchen, only to freeze mid-step and midfacial expression. His expression went from surprised to annoyance to a grim smile, "Hello Ranboo!" He gave him a smile that was more like baring his teeth as he twirled his axe nonchalantly.

He was going to hurt him...

[myonepiece]

I can’t remember if j sent this request already but the admirals plus smoker finding their so sleeping on the couch

i have the 3 character limit, but i decided to add on fujitora to the admirals because he is an admiral and i love him

admirals when they find their s/o sleeping on the couch after an argument

description: akainu, kizaru, aokiji, and fujitora (separate) when they find their s/o sleeping on the couch after an argument

-fights between you and akainu aren't too rare, sometimes it can be about how you feel about his actions in his job but almost everytime it's because of your safety or something that you did (not that you're always the one in the wrong)

-he's quick to yell and while he'd never insult your exterior or say something bad about your relationship other than something along the lines of "you need to act more like an admirals' s/o!" when you do something "criminal" or "unjustified", he'll insult your competence and your attitude, your actions and your thoughts, which can hurt just the same

-normally you give him time to cool off, so when you left the room hurriedly during a fight he thought it was just that and he'd appreciate it greatly later on

-you had grabbed a blanket from your shared bed and run off to your spacious living room making atemporary "bed" on the couch where you wouldn't be seen by sakazuki unless he checked

-he left his office really late and went to your bedroom expecting to find you peacefully asleep, but you weren't there- and considering how late it was akainu was almost instantly worried

-he checked the bathroom in a quiet rush, then the kitchen, the spare rooms, his office, and when he couldn't find you he came to a stop in the living room chewing on his cigar and thinking of what to do

-that's when he heard a faint shuffle from the couch and he went to peek over the back, he could feel his body relax at the sight of you and he went around the couch crouching down and placing his hand on your blanket-covered shoulder

-then he realized you were sleeping on the couch, why? honestly he didn't understand, so instead he slipped his arms under you and picked you up bridal style carrying you back to the bedroom and setting you down before pulling the covers up around you

-he climbed in beside you after stripping himself down to his boxers, and he layed there on his back staring up at the cieling with little to no intention of pulling you into an embrace

-but when you subconciously moved closer and threw your arm over his torso with your hand resting on his chest, he didn't hesitate to pull you closer so you were cradled on top of him

-niether of you even have to avoid fights they're just naturally a rare occurence, when it does happen though it's usually over your safety or his safety/work, depending on which it is the argument wwill. differ- if it's you scolding him for overworking himself or not bothering with his safety, then he'll thank you and it won't turn into an actual fight because he appreciates you care and knows you're only worried about him

-if it's something else then he'll be mostly passive aggressive and he'll try to walk out a few times if it's bad enough, he can however snap at you- it's unexpected and often harsh and he regrets it moments after you leave

-the only reason he doesn't go after you is because he knows you probably want to be alone for a bit

-the two of you bathe together, basically everynight unless he's away on business or it's far far too late, so kizaru waited in your shared bedroom for you to show up

-he's pretty stubborn so he literally waited for an hour and more, he. realized how late it was and you still weren't there, so he went out and began scowering the house for you

-he did find you quickly though, curled up on the couch with a blanket tucked around you- he put the piece together easily and frowned sadly

-he leaned over and took you into his arms effortlessly, keeping a hand on the back of your head to keep it in place so you could keep sleeping

-he climbed into bed right next to you and whispered an apology, promising to make it up the next day

-then he wrapped his arm around your waist pull you halfway onto his body, a soft kiss finding it's place at your temple before he let his eyes flutter closed

-all arguments with kuzan consist of him being petty and passive aggressive throughout the whole thing. if it escalates enough he'll snap at you and say something he'll feel guilty about later

-one of you, mostly you, will always end up leaving the room

-but you always meet back to go to sleep together despite the argument

-so aokiji waited for you in bed, unable or even refusing to fall asleep until you're there with him, but you never showed up. he got up eventually and sleepily made his way out and around the house checking each room

-he was beginning to grow worried then but he thought he saw something on the couch, so he went over quietly and found you snuggled up with a blanket tucked up to your chin

-he frowned, feeling guilty as he stared down at you, he had never even thought of (accidently or purposely) making you feel the need to sleep somewhere other than with him

-he moved you over pushing you back into the couch and climbed in beside you, his arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you against him

-he watched you for another moment, watching your chest rise and fall, admiring how peaceful you looked and how you seemed to sense him so you moved in closer to the man

-he moved you up so that his cool lips could comfortably rest on your forehead, and he fell asleep wwith his legs moving around yours until you were completely trapped in his embrace

-he tries hard to avoid any conflicts with you, beside the little necessary things that help make a relationship stronger- but arguments where it lasts more than a few words, are incredibly rare

-he'll often stay silent during an argument and only speak once you've finished, keeping a level head and an unthreatening tone. fights are easily forgotten, almost as soon as they're over he's pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly but gently and apologizing

-it's very hard to imagine him yelling or snapping, if it is really really bad then in a unreadable tone he'll say something that he instantly regrets, and if it's even worse, like really bad, he just might raise his voice- which makes him feel awful and but that's the time he'll leave and give you both (mostly you because he feels too bad to see you) some time

-so he was the one who left the room, and the house- but you knew he'd be back of course so you grabbed a blanket and hurried off to the living room hoping to be asleep by the time he got back

-and you were, when he opened the door late that night with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and called out for you softly, he didn't get a response

-he thought you were just still angry/hurt, so he went up to the bedroom to make things right and instantly felt a twinge of worry when he couldn't hear you or feel you on the bed

-so he searched the house calling for you, ultimately finding you on the couch and sighing in relief before realizing just why you were sleeping on the couch

-he set the flowers down carefully on the table and removed his marine coat setting it aside on a chair then moving to the couch

-he pushed you very carefully back into the couch and almost fell onto you as he climbed under the blanket beside you, his arms slipped around your waist perfectly and he kissed the crown of your head muttering apologies

-he dipped his head down to kis your lips lightly as to not wake you, then settled back into the couch with you srawled comfortably atop his chest

[silverdecepticon93]

Good Graces

💮Requested by @recautivonightmare-blog: First i want to say i love how you write, second i would like to ask you for a one shot of the good guard scolding batman for having hurt too much killer croc or any other villain of your preference. Sorry if my english is bad, i don't speak it.

💮Dolly's Note: Thanks for your request and don't worry about your english, it's really good!

Waylon was like a brother to you, maybe even one of the very first villains that you were in charge of guarding when you first transferred to Gotham, since you were the only guard that was skilled and strong enough to actually restrain him, but he wasn’t that bad to deal with. Despite how big and tough he looked, you knew for a fact that beneath that harsh and rough exterior that he was just a person who was hurting.

Now he was both emotionally AND physically hurt, chuckling weakly at you when he was brought out from the GCPD. It was hard looking at him already, the way they muzzled his mouth like an animal (you knew the reason why they had to do that but it still hurt to see), how the guards used stun batons to poke and prod at him while also maintaining a distance and holding their police shields up.

“Ey, I’m goin’, I’m goin!” Waylon growled when one officer jabbed at him.

You stared disapprovingly and walked over to Waylon to help him into the van to Arkham, only to stop when you noticed that there was something really different about him and stared at him worriedly.

“Waylon, your tail.” You frowned, noticing it’s absence.

He chuckled weakly at your reaction, he looked tired and he looked battered, before he walked past you and into the truck.

“Jus’ a lil’ flesh wound, mon ami/amie,” He grinned as he sat down but the way he winced so suddenly made you realize that the injury was still bothering him but he still looked at you, “I’ll sleep it off when we get to Arkham.”

You smiled back weakly at him before closing the door, your heart heavy as you closed the truck door on him before finally looking at Commissioner Gordon, a frustrated look on your face.

“(Y/n), I’m sure it wasn’t personal-” but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Commissioner, I get why you have such an admirance for him but I won’t stand for him treating my friends like this,” You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him, “Tell Batman I’m glad he’s protecting our city but he should do a better job protecting everyone in it, “villains” included.”

Detective Ying only sneered at you before speaking up, “Or maybe you should do a good job on controlling your convicts- Oh. I’m sorry, friends.”

Waylon let out a menacing hiss of displeasure at her words and his bright yellow eyes stared fiercely at the dark-haired detective.

“I’d like tah’ see ya survive Arkham, girlie,” The crocodilian man snarled, “I’d eat you alive.”

Ying stepped back from the truck, her face maintaining a scowl but her eyes holding a glint of worry. You only let out a small, “Waylon, behave.” before you finally got into the driver’s seat of the prisoner transportation truck and started your journey to Arkham. Frustration, disappointment, and worry weighing on you the entire day as you made sure that Waylon got the treatment he needed for his recovery and Waylon enjoying and being smug about the extra attention he was getting from you in front of the other inmates in Arkham Asylum.

You carried on your day as normally as you could but worry for your friends' health still weighed heavily on you and everyone noticed, that’s one thing they found rather endearing about you. When one of them was hurt, you were such a worry wart about them until they recovered. Currently you were sitting outside of Victor’s cell, not asking him questions about what he was working on or even trying to challenge him to a battle of ice puns. It was odd for you not to start a conversation, so he decided that maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he started it first for once.

“Waylon will be fine, (Y/n),” He tried to assure you, “he can regenerate his tail back, I believe.”

“I know but it’s just...It’s worrying. Yeah, he’s sleeping it off now but cutting his tail off just seems...extreme.” You frowned.

You weren’t going to pretend you knew what happened, after all, Batman wasn’t one to cause mindless violence but you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he somehow found it fit to rip off the limb of your friend. Victor didn’t speak after that, knowing that his words weren’t going to ease your worry but felt a small sense of pride when you thanked him for doing his best, though.

You walked out to your car, Ivy already at home and probably ready to rant about how the school got the grass sprayed or something some dumb boys did in her in class, yet you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you were, perhaps, being watched as you walked through the dark employee parking lot of the Asylum. Eventually you stopped walking, continuing to feel the feeling of being watched, and hung your head up to address the figure in the darkness that was watching you.

“You do know I know you’re there right? I don’t easily surprise Batman.” You frowned as you looked for him in the dimly lit light.

Then you heard the sound of a cape whooshing behind you and turned around to see Gotham’s Dark Knight behind you, his face unreadable as usual and his presence giving you a sense of foriegn sense of unease over your body.

“I don’t expect you to.” Batman spoke, his voice was a bit more gravelly and deeper than most but you always thought he sounded kind of familiar. You only put your hands in the pockets of your coat as you narrowed your eyes at him, “So then why are you here? To hurt Waylon again?”

“...I’m sorry,” He apologized, “I didn’t mean to hurt him-”

“One of Waylon’s bodyguards told me you wanted to know his story,” You began before staring harshly at Batman, “so here’s his story. He was a young boy with a skin condition called epidermolytic hyperkeratosis, it’s why he looks the way he does. His parents sold him to a circus and that’s where he used to live, he was taunted, bullied, and shamed for how he looked. Just another freak in the freakshow. He acts like his appearance doesn’t bother him but it does, and he doesn’t need some vigilante making him feel worse by taking away something he’s barely grown to live with!”

While it looked like your words were falling on deaf ears, Bruce actually felt very guilty. He hadn’t meant to cut off Waylon’s tail but he had a batarang and was trying to dodge being hit by it and it was just a blur. The moment he heard the dull thump, he felt immensely awful for it because he knew he wasn’t hurting just one person.

“I didn’t know.” Bruce spoke weakly, still keeping his voice deep and gravelly but soft.

“It’s not something he likes to talk about,” You scowled, “there’s a lot of things that my friends don’t like to talk about, especially since most people don’t like to listen.”

“I’ll listen.” Batman added at the end.

He watched as you stared at him skeptically, eyes that usually lit up when you saw him any other time now scorching his soul with the restrained fire in them, most likely sparked from the anger you felt towards his words.

“Will you?” You scoffed before turning around and continuing to walk to your car and leaving the vigilante in the parking lot.

This was the problem for Bruce, for Batman. You loved Bruce Wayne but weren’t so keen on Batman and Bruce wanted you to like both of them, since he was both of them and because he loved you, your heart that was too big for your body and a passion that could light up the city. It was hard being both the man you love and the man you despise, having your love and desperately craving your validation at the same time. He already had your heart as Bruce Wayne but as Batman?

Batman had quite a long ways to go before he was in the good graces of Arkham’s Good Guard.

[deeneee]

Better [Leon x Reader]

Note: So, ummmm, it has been awhile or whatever. . . .but wow, um, here is a new chapter!!!!!! :) Saw the resident evil series on Netflix and damn did Leon look good. So guess, what's coming up next???? I am pretty damn sure yall know?? 😏 hint: it was a sneak peek

Master List

Previous

Ever since that incident with the pink carnations, you could not get Leon out of your mind. It was almost driving you crazy, but you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was on your mind. You looked over at the pink carnation that lay on top of your dresser. You laid the flower on top of a tissue and you could see that it was getting dry and stale. It had been at least four days since then, and he still has not contacted you. You assumed it was a mission, so you didn't bother trying to contact him. A sigh escapes your lips and you sit down on your bed, falling back on it. "Don't think about that handsome, cute guy and instead start thinking about the work you're gonna get when you get back to work," you muttered to yourself, eyes closed. In all honesty, you shouldn't even be thinking about Leon romantically. You were breaching your own rule at this point. It was something to flirt and think he's handsome, but it was a whole other thing to actually develop feelings. "Maybe I should ignore him for awhile." And so you did. You began to ignore Leon Kennedy through tons of paper work and missions. 

He eventually did contact you, but you forgot about it and didn't contact him back for at least 3 weeks. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, it was more of you were so busy you couldn't get back to him. On your days off, you spent it catching up on sleep or watching movies. In all honesty, you forgot about Leon Kennedy. 

It was a busy day in the office, desks full of paperwork, and busy bodies running around. It was almost as if this was a newspaper firm or something because all you're doing is typing and writing and sending, and god, were you getting tired of this job. I should really retire soon and have a normal life. I work to kill bioweapons and here I am writing dumb reports and essays. "[Name], hey, someone is down at the lobby asking for you," one of your coworkers said as they walked past you. You looked up and nodded, standing up from your chair, and stretching. 

"Alright, I will take this chance to have a break then," you muttered as you walked towards the elevator. Once you made it to the lobby, you walked up to Kira, who was the receptionist. "Who's asking for me?" you asked and she pointed behind you. You turned around and you blinked, meeting familiar blue eyes. 

"Are you that blind that you couldn't see me near the desk or?" he teased. You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Ah, sorry, Leon. I've been so busy lately that I can't really comprehend anything right now." 

"Ah, I see. So, you haven't been ignoring me on purpose then?" Your eyes widened and you let out a small laugh. "If it was on purpose, I'm hurt." The blonde smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

"Gosh, don't tell me you missed me that much," you joked. 

"I did miss you," he answered and you stopped smiling to look at him in surprise. "I tried to contact you multiple times for three weeks and you never responded. I was worried you disappeared." He scratched the back of his head and then cleared his throat. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore." Your chest began to ache and you clenched your clammy hands to your sides.

"No, I just been really busy. I wasn't trying to ignore you. I--How about we go talk somewhere else?" You suggested. Leon opened his mouth and then closed it again, a guilty smile appearing on his lips. 

"Ah, I actually have a date to get to," he answered. You could feel your heart shatter. You immediately brought up a smile and nodded. 

"O-oh, okay! Yeah, go on and head to your date! I still have work that needs to be done." Leon snorted and you barely heard what he had said, only noticing the feeling of your heart falling down to your stomach at the thought of Leon with another woman. 

"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Leon's question snaps you out of your daze and you look up at him, realizing that his figure is blurry. You try to blink the tears away, but some manage to escape, and you let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" Leon immediately comes closer to look at your face and you swat his hands away. Oh god, how embarrassing! 

"It's nothing. I got to get back to work, so I'll see you later," you turn around, but Leon grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you back. You swiveled around and locked eyes with Leon, a couple of tears already sliding down your cheeks. “Leon, I just have allergies—“ you started but then exhaled as your chest began to ache. 

“. . .I’ll ditch the date. How about we go hang out?” Leon suggested. You blinked and brought a hand to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“Leon—I. . .no, it’s alright. I’m okay, I promise,” you assured. He still hadn’t let go of your shirt and you promptly bit the inside of your cheek. You were beginning to feel nervous. If he knew you began to cry because you couldn’t bear the thought of him with another woman, you’d probably die from embarrassment. 

“Alright.” He let go of your shirt and nodded to himself. Disappointment swept into your heart and you hoped he didn’t see the bitterness on your face. God, why should I be disappointed?? I’m the one who said I was okay!!! “As if I’d believe you,” he scoffed. This time, he grabbed your hand, and intertwined them together. “We are going out.” You watched his back in awe as he pulled you out of your workplace and onto the sidewalk. 

“Wait—“

”No objections. We are going,” he looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile. 

“Okay, but, I have work—“

”Work can wait. I’m sure they can manage without you.” Skipping work wasn’t supposed to happen, but maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad. 

——-

“So, we are at the lake. . .fishing?” You questioned. Leon nodded and handed you a green rod with a blue spinning reel. You looked down at your suit and heels and then at the lake. You weren’t really dressed appropriate for fishing, but it was a great thing it was cloudy today. 

“We sure are. Fishing is always fun!” Leon chirped and began to instruct you on how to cast. You nodded along and did exactly as he said, but it took a couple of tries. Once you managed to make a decent cast, you grinned. “Great cast,” he proudly crossed his arms and you could feel your chest warm.

"Thanks, but what are we fishing for?" you asked, looking at your fishing line and reeling in slowly. 

"Fishing for baby bass," he answered. You noticed your slack line became straight and on instinct, you pulled your rod to the side and reeled fast; only for the fish to come flying on to the ground behind you. 

"Holy shit!" you cried, and reeled the fish back, "I am so sorry, little fish!" You quickly tried your best to hold the small bass by its lips, but it kept squirming on the ground. In the background, you could hear Leon's maniac laughing and you huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry---I just," he cackled, holding his torso, "that was the best hook set I have ever seen!" 

Eventually, Leon helped you and you even took a picture with the poor fish. It was definitely a fun time and it even took your mind off of work. Spending time with Leon was always fun, you smiled as you looked over at him. Now, the both of you were in his car, on the way to your home. It was quiet in the car and the atmosphere was relaxed. "Thanks, Leon. For taking me out," you said, nodding at him. Then, it dawned on you and your eyes turned wide. "Leon! Your date!" Leon merely shrugged his shoulders and you bit your lip, brows furrowed. "I feel so bad," you whispered to yourself. Being stood up is not a great feeling and you began to think about the woman that was probably heart broken right now.

"Actually, I lied about the date." It was quiet for a moment and your heart thumped. "I only said that to see your reaction, and I did not expect for you to cry." You could hear your heart beating out of your ears and everything seemed to pass by in slow motion. 

He knew. 

He definitely knew. 

"I know that you like me." You could only stare at him, hands on your laps, and mouth shut. His eyes stayed on the road ahead of him. 

"Its better for us to stay as friends." 

[defectivehero]

hey! (i love the new blog name btw!) i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about a cruel supervillain dumping a hero they injured on hero’s nemesis’ (villain’s) doorstep, and villain opens the door and supervillain starts taunting hero, who is barely awake and very distraught, and villain gets so protective of hero (because they care, even tho they would never admit it)?

hello!! thanks, and I love this idea. enjoy!

Hero jolted awake, upset that they had been ripped from unconsciousness.  They just wanted to close their eyes for a second, just a second-

Crack.  Hero winced, their cheek stinging and head pounding as their eyes slowly adjusted to the world around them.  A shadowy figure was leaning over them, but they couldn't make out who it was.

“Rise and shine.”

Hero gulped, their gut turning.

They shakily raised their hands, attempting to shield their face from Supervillain.    Supervillain only laughed, grabbing at the hair at the nape of their neck and wrenching them up into a standing position.  Hero groaned as their vision swirled.  They had no idea where they were- they seemed to be standing in front of some sort of house.  Maybe it was Supervillain’s house?  They were torn out of their thought process by Supervillain’s loud pounding on the front door.  Hero raised their eyebrows at Supervillain, immediately looking away when they noticed the annoyed look on Supervillain’s face.  Within a couple seconds, someone opened the door unceremoniously.

Out of all the people they could have encountered, Hero had not expected to see Villain on the other side of the door, with a frown breaking out on his face.

“What is this?” Villain asked cautiously.  Hero blinked at them slowly, desperately wanting to just fall asleep.  Supervillain had a tight grip on their neck though, which kept them standing- albeit a little lopsidedly.

“Oh!” Supervillain exclaimed.  “It’s a present, duh.” Hero flinched, a sudden dizziness overcoming them.  They swayed a bit, but Supervillain’s hand kept them up.

“How is this a present? Hero can barely stand.” Villain replied, contempt dripping from their voice.  Hero looked over at him, surprised he wasn’t jumping for joy at the sight of his badly beaten-up rival.

“Be glad they’re alive.” Supervillain whispered, and Hero whimpered as they felt the grip on their neck tighten.  They heard Villain let out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright, let’s say I accept this present. What’s in it for me?” Villain raised an eyebrow at Supervillain, evidently realizing that they wouldn’t just drop Hero at their doorstep with no repercussions.

“You back off my territory.” Supervillain said stonily.

“Now, why would I do that?” Villain laughed.  To any other person, it would have sounded like a normal laugh.  But, Hero could recognize the strained edge to it, which suggested that Villain was feeling more annoyed than they had let on.

“Well, if you don’t...” Supervillain started, suddenly squeezing their hand against Hero’s neck roughly.  Hero choked at the sudden change in pressure, grabbing at Supervillain's hands weakly.  Their vision began to turn blurry and grainy as they fought for air. Villain said something, but Hero couldn't register it.  They could barely keep themselves upright, let alone tune into Villain and Supervillain's conversation.  Whatever was said, however, must’ve been to Supervillain’s liking, because a couple seconds later Hero was released from their grip.  They fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering as they massaged their neck.

Hero had no idea how long they had stayed hunched over on the ground, trying to regain their breath, before Villain had snapped them out of it.  It could’ve been milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours...

At some point, Villain grabbed Hero's arm and lead them into their house.  The pair stumbled into Villain's house, Hero’s arm digging into Villain’s shoulder for support.  Hero felt mildly guilty as they realized that they were probably leaving a trail of blood on the hardwood floors of Villain's house.  Shaking their head, they gritted their teeth and moved along with Villain.  Eventually, they reached some sort of living room area, and Villain guided them to the couch.  Hero nearly fell onto it in their relief.  Finally, they could rest-

“Hey, hey, hey. You need to stay awake.  Just for right now.  Can you do that for me?” they heard Villain ask.  Hero tried to say something in response, but their throat was too dry.  They nodded tiredly.

“Good. Stay with me.” Villain nodded at them, running out of the room.  Hero looked up at the ceiling, watching as the fan that hung over the room spun.  As they started to drift off, they faintly heard footsteps.  Their eyes were about to close when they felt Villain shake their shoulders.

“Hey, stop that.” Villain said, not unkindly.  Hero moaned sleepily, burrowing further into the couch. “I know you’re tired, I just want to ask you something. Then you can sleep, I promise.” he said, spreading a blanket over Hero.

“Okay.” Hero mumbled, not even bothering to slap Villain’s hand away as he inspected their neck.  Villain’s eyebrows were furrowed, and their eyes gleamed ominously.

“Why did Supervillain do this?” Villain asked in a venomous tone, making Hero flinch out of habit.  Villain noticed their reaction and huffed, crouching next to the couch and looking over at them.

“I have no idea.” Hero replied, laughing awkwardly.  “They just like annoying me, I guess.” they said breathlessly, turning under the blankets until they were on their side.  They squinted as a determined look appeared on Villain’s face.  Villain immediately got up to their feet.

“Where- where are you going?” Hero asked, embarrassed at how needy they sounded.

“I’ll be right back- just have to do something,” Villain said vaguely.  Hero struggled to reply, feeling their eyes begin to close.  Vision’s figure faded out of their vision, until Hero finally gave into unconsciousness.