#for them to watch it before this as if there werent already So Many places to do it (not just the phf or pw)

[estxkios]

HONEY ੈ✩‧₊˚

bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary : after a party both you and your boyfriend are tired, but when he needs a back massage boy will you give it to him 😭

warnings : fluff

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your eyes slowly fluttered open, you looked around the dirty room, solo cups and streamers scattered everywhere. you would usually wake up in your room, next to your boyfriend or in his arms. but no, today you were laying flat across the couch.

as you became more aware of your surroundings you realized you werent only not in your bed, but you werent in your pajamas either. you were in a tight black dress, and none of your jewlery was taken off.

"fuck.." you muttered, readjusting your position on the couch, staring at the fabric of your dress as you tried to remember how you had ended up sleeping without the comfort of your blankets.

you knew you had hosted your birthday party yesterday in you and your boyfriends house, but you couldn't remember how many drinks you had.

and although you wanted to keep digging into what had happened, the harder you though the more intense the pain became in your temples. you hissed and threw your head back onto the arm of the couch, closing your eyes once again.

you were on the edge of falling back asleep when you heard your boyfriends steps nearing the couch. you knew they were his steps because the sound of his slippers squeaking against the floor always found a way to wake you up, wether it be him kicking them off to get back into bed with you, or simply him putting them on.

you opened your eyes half way, but soon they widened when you saw bill about to lay on you.

before you could stop him, he layed on top of you, giggling like a kid.

all of his body weight was pressed onto you, which made you squeeze out a sound that made him start giggling even harder.

he wrapped his arms around your torso, placing his chin on your chest and looking at you through his pierced brows, he could tell something was off.

you groaned. you usually wouldn't be annoyed, but with the mixture of hangover and lack of sleep, you werent having it.

you were about to drift back to sleep, when bill put his head under your chin, letting out a loud, obnoxious groan.

"bill." you said sternly while you deadpanned at him. he widened his eyes at your tone

"what?!" he said in a high-pitched voice as he lifted his head to look at you, taken aback when you were already looking at him.

“seriously, what do you want?” you paused and looked at his big brown eyes, his makeup was smudged under his eyes, presumably from being to drunk to take his makeup off. “bill,” you started again, but he cut you off.

“you. i want youu.” he muttered into the crook of your neck.

“now..?” you said in a tone of voice laced with confusion and grogginess.

“nonono!” bills head shot up and shook at an alarmingly fast rate. “not like that. i just need you right now..” he trailed off, straddling your waist before sitting up.

“oh, alright.” mimicking his movements you also sat up, still gazing into his glossy eyes every so often as you say across from him on the leather couch.

“can you just pleaseee help me out? i’m not the only one who got totally hammered last light you know.” he said the last part of his scentence with the smirk.

you groaned and let out a fake cry, already knowing what was to come. “fine.”

bill made a celebratory noise and turned his back towards you, slowly adjusting his position so he was laying on his stomach.

“are you ready now princess?” you joked.

“yes i am.” he said in a girly tone, raising his eyebrows as he watched you straddle his lower back.

you moved bills hair off of his back so you could have a clear massaging workspace, purposefully scratching his scalp as you so.

you lifted yourself off of his torso slightly so that you could lift his shirt up.

bill let out a sigh as you gripped the fabric and rolled it up to his armpits, exposing his back.

you looked at him and he smiled.

god, he mustve known you didnt wanna massage him, because that smile can win anything.

you know it, and he does too, because with that you started kneading your thumbs into his back.

as you rhythmically massaged out all of the tension from last nights events, bill slowly grew more and more tired under you.

you rolled your hands against his lower back one more time before whispering,

"bill?"

no response, not even a slight movement or even a change in his breathing pattern.

he was dead asleep.

and you graciously took this opportunity to take a rest too after the labor (back massage😒) bill had put you through.

you straightened your legs out, intertwining them with bills, pushing him slightly towards the edge of the couch so you could lay next to him.

you pulled his shirt back so that his back was covered, and layed next to him, still halfway ontop of him, but the both of you could care less.

and with that, you grabbed a lock of his hair and slowly twisted it until you were on the brink of sleep.

"i love you." your boyfriend mumbles under his breath,

"love you too."

and although you couldnt see, he had the biggest grin plastered on his face.

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1 / 16 drafts done !! 🗣️

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you write the TADC cast with a male ballet dancer reader? The reader experiences gender dysphoria 24/7 because they look very feminine and all that.

TADC cast x male!ballet dancer!reader w/ dysphoria

back to finishing up the current line up of requests!! reminder that im only doing requests that have been sent in prior to them being closed! any requests that are sent in while theyre still closed will not be taken and will be deleted so i can keep track of what was sent before closing; its nothing against any of yall and you guys can resend your stuff when they are reopened (i will make it very obvious when they are so dw!!) on a different note i could have sworn i did a cast request with a reader who does ballet; but i guess it was only for jax and i was confusing the group request for the ballora type! reader from this morning huh anyways!! i hope you enjoy this anon! quick warning that i know literally nothing about ballet so im

CAINE:

i think he enjoys a bunch of art forms; from music stuff to dance stuff to painting stuff, this man has taste. i think he would give you a bunch of outfits for you to wear and swap around that fits your aesthetic. bro would give you a whole walk in closet. as for dysphoria, i think he would do a similar thing with jax and reinforce how masculine you are to him, usually through affirmations, but he also shows it through just being there for you, bro is not only your number one fan but hes also your biggest supporter

POMNI:

i am yet again stumped on what to put in for pomni, since i think pomni is. bad at comforting people. very awkward, do not go to her for advice she will fumble so bad. now its not like shes not trying, but i think she would be all over the place trying to cover everything that could possibly help you; perhaps you two ultimately settle on cuddling one another... if this werent the digital world you two would probably put on a movie to take your mind off of it. as for her thoughts on ballet! i think she would find it neat, similar to jax she would have a form of respect for it!

RAGATHA:

she thinks it looks pretty, the dancing! she wouldnt know all the history or more in depth parts of it but she would watch you practice if you allowed her too... i think she would make you a binder, if your digital body causes any gender dysphoria for you.. though now that i type this i recall it being said that the characters clothing being stuck to their body.. so maybe she would just make you clothing thats more masculine as well? im not sure on this one!

JAX:

doing jax first since he already got a similar post and i can use it as a basis; ive said this in that post as well as the ballora one but i think he would at least appreciate the dedication and hard work that goes into ballet... to like, fully commit to something like that impresses him you know? as for dysphoria, i think he would make it a point to call you more masculine terms. hes gonna be trying his best to try to help you with your dysphoria in the way that best helps you. lays off on his teasing on days where its worse

KINGER:

i am yet again distraught that i do not have many ideas for kinger this time, which is sad because hes my favorite character and i can relate so hard to the dysphoria thing... thinks.. probably throws all of his knowledge at you. i mean hes been in the circus for a while, hes probably seen at least a few people come and go; and sure what are the odds that he has some experience helping someone fight through their dysphoria... a boy can dream! takes you to his pillow fort and lets you stay for as long as you want

probably sits and watches you dance on a makeshift pillow thrown. claps when you're done, probably throws roses... i think caine would throw roses too except he would throw way more simply because he can literally. manifest as many as he wants

ZOOBLE:

i dont usually like sharing my lgbt hcs about characters out of fear that it would be met with discourse but if i recall correctly zooble doesnt really have a gender/a set one (if im wrong correct me!) so they understand the dysphoria thing; i think they would offer to let you hang out in your room and vent your feelings out. probably tries to give advice on how to feel better in general if you want advice, but if you want comfort theyre gonna do your best to give it to you. i dont think zooble would have much of an opinion on ballet; neither negative or positive, simply knowing thats its an art form! supports you if it makes you happy, though!

GANGLE:

while not the same thing, i like to think gangle used to do ribbon dancing in the real world... because... ribbon girl. see look im so so creative

but also i think it looks pretty

so you guys can bond over your hobbies! you might have to pry gangle to open up and talk about her interest in it, assuming she picks it up again in the digital world! as for dysphoria, i think gangle would be like zooble in terms of lending you some support; offers to help distract you if you dont want to tackle the issue at that point in time. i dont know about you, but sometimes i just, dont want to deal with my own dysphoria, but perhaps thats just a me thing

[menalez]

i agree that in the end there's no one we detransitioners hurt more than ourselves. and i too have to admit that it also hurted immensely to watch your favourite media personalities turn to gender shit.

i was gnc even before i realised that im a lesbian. i grew up in eastern europe, and didn't know that real love between women is even possible, that its called being a lesbian. everything around me implied that im bound to marry a man in the end, give birth to children and be a mother. and it was scary. i secretly dreamt of waking up a boy one day because then i would be able to marry a nice girl. when i got my own access to the internet, i was exposed to even more misogyny and it made me spiral even further to the point of dreading growing up, feeling disgusted and trapped in my own body etc. but on the other hand i slowly found about homosexuality and other stuff. and so i discovered other gnc women. famous gnc women. when i was a teen, i think i had a celebrity crush on Rain Dove(i still find her very attractive), and listened to JD Samson and LP. (i sorta built my own teen separatist utopia in my online space, when i only watched and listened to and read what gnc and lesbian women had to offer) it was like a breath of fresh air for me. and then women who were just like me, whom i looked up to one by one started to proclaim themselves non-binary and proceed to promote that rhetoric further. it threw me back so hard i got depressed. i was bullied by my dad for "looking too much like Jolie's tif daughter". it took me long to stabilise myself back. im still dysphoric, some times feel worse than others, but nothing i can't bear really.

now i don't think that those women caused more damage than my misogynistic environment,my school, classmates, dance class, family, social media etc., they just reopened the old wound in an unstable teen. but i can't help feeling wronged by them a little bit. i don't place the whole blame on them, at least not equal to what misogynistic society's done to me first. as well as i don't think that their fault as celebrities is anywhere near to anything that a regular detrans woman may have of feel. but i do think that people like them, who helped to spread those ideologies, even if it came from their own traumas and discomfort caused by misogyny, have to take some responsibility for their actions, once they decide to detrans or desist. at least for leading young, gnc, lesbian, mentally ill or unstable, autistic girl to the gender bs.

(thanks for reading my rumbling. i can also call my feelings very subjective, because i acknowledge that after all this time i still feel angry at the world, and at the environment those women had become a part of, that led a little anxious insecure girl i was to think there was actually something wrong with her. can also be the case. bc page's transition also hit harder than i wanted, even though i already was a radfem)

btw shiloh jolie (john) is not trans, shes just a gnc girl and i think its awesome that her mom let her explore that stuff and called her john (as shiloh requested) bc its what allowed her to grow up to be gnc unapologetically rather than self-hating.

i get where ur coming from though, i think its a pretty toxic cycle in general, like many gnc women & girls buy into that ideology because of how it targets them & then further promote it which slowly impacts more and more gnc people negatively. i just think that people have a lot of unnecessary hostility and presumptiveness towards detrans people that acts like these detrans people were personally responsible for this cycle existing, as if they also werent harmed by that same rhetoric and aren't actively fighting against it by being vocal against it. that said, of course it's important to go against your past wrongs and to try to right them, my issue is that people assume the worst of detrans people & don't realise that its detrans people fighting against those wrongs the hardest right now, alongside gnc people.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Has to be:

Hates That One Loud Neighbour x Is That One Loud Neighbour

😌

omfg i love this one asdfghjk. okay i lowkey struggled to figure out who would be who cause it could work both ways, but i think ill go with jensen being the loud neighbor and bryce being the one who hates it lmao

this is so long im so sorry but anyway

(doing it bullet point style bc i can <3)

(idk exactly what their professions would be in this, possibly the same but one of them would work at mass kenmore/just at a different hospital, because eventually theyd notice or piece together that they live in the same building)

bryce wouldve moved in a little after jensen. for the first month or so it was fine, maybe music through the walls once or twice, but nothing long enough that warranted a complaint

after that month, though, at all hours of the night thered either be music or a tv show or just something playing loud enough that bryce could hear it through the walls

he could never catch this mystery neighbor, though. he was up early in the morning and didnt want to bother them (as if they werent already doing the same), and when he got home usually he was too exhausted to do anything about it

after about another month of the on and off disruptions, bryce has a few friends over as a mini housewarming thing (jackie, elijah, and sienna). he mentions an offhand complaint about it and they all obviously ask why he hasnt said anything. they tell him he should just catch this neighbor at night when the problem is yk,, happening. by then though hes exhausted and can usually pass out after a little while of tossing and turning

eventually, they convince him to at least put a note on the door, so he quickly scrawls one out, tapes it there, then comes back. by the time they leave, late into the night, the noise seems to have stopped

it lasts for a peaceful month and a half but, lo and behold, it happens again. it had gradually been getting louder, yes, but he figured they would realize and stop. after some debate, and hyping himself up enough for the confrontation, he goes to talk to them

hes totally ready and prepared as he knocks on the door, but all of that quickly dies in his throat as his apparently very hot neighbor opens the door in pajamas

bryce doesnt let it show, of course, but instead of the anger he planned on, the conversation takes a very pleasant turn as he cant get anything other than niceties out. after introducing himself, he manages to ask if jensen could maybe please just a little if its at all possible keep the noise down after 11 pm since bryce can hear it through the wall. jensen immediately apologizes (bc ofc he would make it even more difficult for bryce to be upset with him) before agreeing and closing the door

the next day he gives a loose rundown to the others, and of course they ask how the confrontation itself went. the end of the conversation ends something like this:

jackie: you cant cave at the sight of every hot guy you run into

bryce: i dont usually, it was just unexpected!

elijah: well, its gonna happen again im sure, so be ready

and bryce thinks he will be. he gets another two months out of it before it happens again, and this time hes actually pissed off. he marches himself over there at some ungodly hour, knocking on the door and most certainly not getting distracted by jensen only wearing boxers and a tank top

he has that fresh "i havent slept in three days" look to him, eyes dark and apologizing through a yawn before bryce can even get a word out

...and then he feels bad. he asks if jensens alright just before he can close the door, to which jensen explains just how perfectly fine he is, its just insomnia. ah. things click into place, and bryce manages to make a lighthearted joke about how hes at least learning something from the documentaries he must be watching considering how many times bryce has heard david attenborough's voice through the wall

he actually gets a laugh out of jensen before they head their separate ways

gradually, bryce starts seeing him around more. occasionally they help with each others groceries, chat in the hall, etc etc

after a few months of this (and some peace and quiet on bryces part), he hears jensen talking down the hall with one of their elderly neighbors. it wasnt weird for jensen to be over there, often changing a lightbulb or bringing up groceries, but this time seems a little more urget

bryce barely gets the key in the door before jensens heading down the hall for his apartment, giving him a smile just long enough to stall him from noticing the blood dripping down his hand before closing the door behind him

bryce of course opens it and follows him in, asking if hes alright and what happened. he was building a bookshelf for them and lost grip of the nail in his hand, accidentally sending one through the side of his hand

(we'll say bryce is still a surgeon in this) he quickly takes over for jensen, cleaning it up, getting it closed, and properly bandaging it

bryce finishes off the bookshelf for them and offers to get jensen dinner, which he refuses but bryce insists on anyway

as his hand is healing, bryce finds a few more excuses to bring over dinner, eventually confessing that hes not eating out to treat jensen, its because he cant cook for shit. they start doing a few mini cooking lessons at jensens place, which is obviously more alone time together, and one thing leads to another and they get together :)

[rainninpain]

My boyfriend of four years cheated on me and thr only reason I ever found out was because he paid this female for sex it was a regular thing between them for several years before he met me. Ive been struggling for awhile with my mental health and was actually in the hospital when he fucked this bitch. He didn't pay her all of what he owed so she messaged me to tell me what they did and to tell me her youngest kid was his.

Before the revelation of cheating came about I handed him my phone one night so he could look something up, I was grooming my dog. He not only looked up what we needed he went to my texts messages and looked for messages between another ex bf and a former fiance. There were inappropriate messages from them talking about sex but there was never any acting on it as opposed to be actually physically got with this chick.

Anyhow for months and months he tried to find more and more ways to make me that bad guy when he crossed the physical line. I never denied those texts were inappropriate in a relationship, but he found ways to continuously find ways to read my emails and messages. First i locked the phone, than my tablet, than my car from when my phone was on blue tooth and than finally my smart watch.

I had been sexually assaulted and he didnt seem to care he pressured me more and more about how we werent habing sex and he needed intimacy and blah blah. He brought this shit up over and over for two years. I asked him repeatedly to table the conversation about our sex life and intimacy but he wouldnt.

Two weeks ago I called him out on the fact that he rarely listened to me when talking to him about anything. He didn't say anything. I asked him how often he was talking to the chick he fucked he said rarely. I already knew that was a lie but wanted him to be honest and he wasn't. Than i saw she was coming to town to visit whatever family she has here and i asked him and he lied again. He than got pissed off at me for telling him she couldnt come in our home nor was i going to allow him to take our vehicle to go see her and/or give her a ride. He laughed and called me dumb.

I asked what normal woman would be ok with their partner talking too and hanging out with the woman they cheated with?! He said probably none.

A week goes buy and I am no longer able to fight with him.about this but asked why he can't just be honest. The next night he sends me a text message, couldnt even tell me in person that he isnt in love with me and hasnt been and all this other fucked up shit. We just bought a $500,000 home and hes planning to move out and take the only car we have and leave me fucked. Tonight he tells me his pos alcoholic former bestfriend got his army disability money and he will be leaving even sooner cus the friend owes him $10,000. I asked if he told Josh we aren't together and he says yeah and wtf does it matter since Josh and I dont even speak anymore. I had to deal with Josh's shit for almost 2 years because of my bf. Josh is an alcoholic and caused so many issues.

This is not the first time Justin hurt me i nearly died in 2017 because of him and a friend bullying me. I NEVER should have trusted him again but I have bpd and didn't want to be alone and he promised he would never hurt me again and yet thats all he has done. My dad died 4 May 2021 and my mom 19 April 2022. So i have had nothing but fucked up shit for awhile now. Which is why my mind goes to the darkest and impulsive places. I hate life more and more everyday. My mom was my bestfriend and we were there for eachother and never abandoned. Now not only she is gone but my dad to and I am alone in this world because I trusted someone I shouldn't have. A pos like him. I should have known better....here i am alone in an expensive house with tons of pets a place I thought i would be happy because we bought it and got this specifically for my mom becauae it is handicap accessible but she died two months after moving in.

I truly no longer care about anyone and anything. The more I allow myself to feel things the more pain I end up in. I just want it all to stop. SI is on my mind constantly. The method I'd use so it would guarantee no coming back. The other times I called my doctor and she called 911.

I'm a fucking idiot and an absolute failure at everything. I can't even work because my mental health. I quit working after my first suicide attempt on 7 February 2016. That attempt was the worst of all and I wasn't expected to make it. Why I did I have no clue. I guess I was a puece of shit person in another life and this is KARMA or maybe its just karma for all the shit ive done my entire life.

I always want to help people and everything I ever did that was good never happened in other peoples eyes. I am the villain. I sacrificed half my life to take care of my addict sisters kids and yet my plder sister who actually did the fucked up shit before and after the kids mom died gets all the credit for everything I did. Thats an entire other situation but it all culminates to now and what I am dealing with. I don't know or understand why everyone hates me, why they abandon me, why the hurt me, what is wrong with me?!? I don't belong on this Earth. All I have is constant unbearable pain from loss, grief, depression, anxiety, sadness, trauma, ptsd, bpd, bipolar. What is the point in continuing to live this miserable life?! No one misses me. No one even talked to me at my mothers funeral.not even the other siblings!

[coolkidstuffsblog]

apologize.

misty x nat

misty held onto natalie "you wont leave me right nat?" misty looked up to nat "ofcourse not misty..i'll never leave you." misty smiles as nat places a kiss onto mistys head and went back to watching tv.

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nat laid next to kevyn after her agruement with misty she called kevyn to had sex with again, nat turned arount 'dont feel bad for her.' nat furrowed her eyebrows and thought about mistys face if she finds out.

natalie wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if it ever happends, if misty finds out nat will end up dead and she already knows that misty wouldnt forgive her no matter what.

but why did she turn to sex? instead of solving it out she just had sex with kevyn, shes with misty..mistys her girlfriend or lover who knows but the point is! is that she and misty are together and she has to get rid of this manwhore on her bed.

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misty stared at nat with widened eyes "i..i slept with kevyn." mistys bottom lip trembles as she launches foward and back hands nat "what the fuck!" nat felt blood inside her mouth "y-you betrayed me! you lied to me?!" nat scoffs "duh misty, we just-" misty cuts her off "god! how could i be so stupid! your natalie scatorccio ofcourse this would've happend!" misty began to cover her face as she began to feel herself crumble into pieces "i-i thought you loved me..was that a lie." nats face dropped and she walked to misty trying to touch her hand to get it off her face "no it wa-" misty shoves nat "dont touch me!" misty turns around "misty..it was an accident it wont happen again." misty scoffs.

nat sighs "misty..i-im sorry..i love you." misty turns around "well i dont." natalies face turned pale as she walks out of her own house leaving nat in there.

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misty drove a bit far before breaking down into tears "how could i've been so stupidd.." misty grips onto her steering wheel in anger.

misty began to sob even more as she imagined nat and kevyn probably begin dating and get together "who knows maybe they'll have kids i dont know." misty sighs and laid against the window, she was exhausted and she felt sad and upset and every other upseting emotion she could feel the nausea in her mouth "oh my god..if nat kisses kevyn then kisses me? OH GOD." misty began to gag and ended up puking on the streets in disgust.

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misty went back into her house til she turned noticing the walls had yellow balloons and nat with flowers and caligula with a little hat "hi misty.." nat was flustered from embarrassment, misty felt her heart melt "i wanted to talk this out..ya know?" misty nods "i mean we werent even together yet so i dont even know why im so pissed." misty shrugs.

after a couple tears and bitch-fest misty forgave nat because she already knows what to do if kevyn even gets near her.

nat sat on the couch and misty sat on her lap wrapping her arms around her girlfriends neck happily kicking her feet as natalie turns on the tv and places her hand onto mistys waist to hold her in place.

misty sighs "you wont do it again right?" nat shakes her head "nah..he has a small dick anyways." misty chuckles "if you went to him so many times then your lying." nat rolls her eyes "hes just good at going dow-" misty pulls back from nats arm "NUHUH! NO i dont wanna hear this." misty crosses her arms "alright alright..but your better then him anyways." misty turns "really?" nat chuckles "yeah! your 10 times better then him in sex! a 100 percent!" misty scoffs "i dont believe you." nat shrugs "so me screaming out your name wasnt real?" mistys face turns red at the memory "nat, he probably made you feel nice too." nat shook her head "not better then you!" nat wraps her arms around mistys waist and began swaying them both.

"hes not that good really..barley even knows what hes doing." misty giggles and goes back to watching tv, nat places a peck onto mistys cheek and places her head on her shoulder "when are we gonna become a thing?" misty asks "now." nat smiles up at misty "alright..um misty quigley, would you like to be my girlfriend?" misty smiles "i'd love to." misty and natalie share one kiss before going back to watching tv, caligula flies next to them and sat near them.

[slttygeto]

Inarizaki's manager

synopsis: pretty self explanatory. i finished watching the second part of the last season and the twins got my heart<3

featuring: miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, aran ojiro.

warning: none! but this is long i warn you 😭

reblogs are appreciated!!

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inarizaki

when you first applied to be said team's manager, you had already heard a few rumors about them

some called them arrogant, some called them childish and some called them 'the ones on kita's leash'

you had yet to find what the fuck the last one was about

the coach told you to wait by the bench for them to arrive, they were very serious about volleyball practice and that was something you were very happy about. at least you werent going to chase them to get their asses to gym.

you decided to be nice enough to prepare their bottles of water and towels and put them next to where they usually sat like the coach had told you, he said that "number 7 and 11 usually spat in each other's bottles" so you had to watch out for that too.

it wasn't until you were cleaning the balls that were stacked up that the door of the gym slammed open, and a bottle of water flew right past your head, almost hitting you.

and you stood there, frozen, with a towel in hand and mouth hanging open in shock.

"atsumu you piece of shi-" and a dirty shoe landed near your foot

"guys stop, let's make sure she's okay!"

a beefy, very tall guy approached you. he looked like he was the one who carried most braincells in whatever shitshow of a team this was.

"are you okay? I'm ojiro aran and I'm sorry, he didn't mean to hit you like that, he was chasing his twin brother and we weren't expecting you to be h-" cutting him halfway, you placed a hand on his chest.

"aran, why are you apologizing instead of mustard over there?"

oh

oh

"mustard?" the grey haired male chuckled at the nickname given to his twin brother and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"don't laugh too hard at him ashtray, you're on the same boat"

mustard and ashtray?

first time someone didn't call them the "twins" right off the bat.

suna was having the time of his life watching the way you treated them. it wasn't an everyday occasion for a girl not to swoon over the miyas.

"hey don't call me mustard, im atsumu and he's actually called dumbass but you can call him osamu—" "i will actually kill you"

you watched their interaction with a piercing glare. you were about to walk away before a guy with gray hair and black ends popped right behind you, scaring the living shit out of you.

"everytime I think that you guys can't get any more stupid, you surprise me" the coldness and bluntness of his voice had the twins freezing in place and based on the pout on atsumu's face? yeah that was his name, you figured out that this wasn't the first time he gets scolded.

good for him.

"kitaaaaaaa-" "don't get more annoying. this is the first day for our manager, don't make her quit her job and scare her into never applying for a job again"

and then that was it for the rest of the practice.

okay maybe he was too blunt.

and kita? that's what they meant by the ones on kita's leash?

you didn't talk to many players and just stuck to handing them bottles of water and towels when needed, you did make sure that the gym was clean before leaving it but it seemed as if "kita" was the one in charge of that. was he their parent?

it went like this for a while. you showing up to practice, limiting your interactions with everyone, doing what you're supposed to do and then leaving.

until one day, the twins had gotten into a fight.

you had promised yourself that you wouldn't interfere, but something about the way osamu was looking all gloomy and not poking fun at his brother who liked to pretend like being called annoying didn't hurt him made your heart ache.

were you starting to develop a soft spot for them? absolutely not.

you didn't try to separate them when they fought. you had always hated when fights got physical but it seemed as if other students found this really funny. irritated, you walked towards the gym doors to close them.

"sorry, this isn't a free show," oh how you were going to be called a bitch for that. but they were causing unnecessary commotion over a sibling fight.

the next day, the twins came to practice with bruises all over their faces but they did seem like they have made up. and you didn't know who to ask except for aran, the only decent person there that you talk to.

"um...excuse me," you approached aran with a towel, the only excuse you had to talk to him without seeming like you were being nosy.

"yes?" aran looked down at you with a smile. you never approached the full team during practice so this was a first

"are they okay?"

"who?"

"atsumu and osamu,"

not mustard and ashtray? this was new

"of course they are, don't worry about them they're brothers of course they'd fight, but they love each other too much not to make up literally the same day," aran gave you a small smile, amused at how you sighed in relief at that. you were really worried, weren't you?

"okay good, this way the team's chemistry won't be affected, they seem like very important team members to you guys," you said as you kept staring at the twins' interaction with suna, they were watching something on the latter's phone, something really fascinating if they all looked so into it.

"everyone is important but atsumu and osamu, whenever they're together, it's like they understand each other. maybe it's a twin thing but it literally looks like magic," you never paid attention. you were always taking notes of what the coach said that you never bothered to look at them on court. maybe you were going to do that today.

"but you're important too, coach said that you're the ace," aran rubbed his neck sheepishly. he wasn't used to such nickname, let alone from their new cute manager.

"ah well, i still believe everyone is very important,"

"give yourself credit aran," you patted his shoulder before walking towards the trio sitting on the floor.

"come on get up, practice starts soon," you announced, crouching down to give everyone bottles and towels

"managerrrr you never told us your name!" atsumu said as he pulled away from his brother, almost pushing him away.

"I didn't?" "nooo you were too busy being mad at us to tell us your name,"

you shrugged your shoulders before getting back to your feet.

"not my fault you're annoying, and my name is (name)"

"can i call you (nickname)" "absolutely not."

"(nickname) actually sounds very nice," kita announced from behind you. does this man always have to surprise you?????

you didn't know what it was about him, but him being the captain made so much sense and it earned him so much respect from you. if he said that nickname was cute then so be it.

"okay, you can call me (nickname)"

"WHAT? ARE YOU BEING BIASED RIGHT NOW?" "no, he's just very respectful unlike you. and he's the captain so i cant really say no to him,"

"i would hate to abuse my power over you miss (name), you can always refuse when something i say annoys you or gets an unpleasant reaction out of you—"

why is he so formal

"kita....kita, it's alright, i like the nickname really,"

"hey i wanna give you my own nickname," suna announced from his spot on the floor, green eyes boring into yours.

"well go ahead?" you replied, clearly not getting the hint that he was trying to make you...nervous?

"can i call you mine?"

oh no he didn't.

"...suna, that's not how you flirt,"

"you can call me rin, baby," "i know for a fact that I'll be calling your mom if you don't quit playing with me."

you were definitely starting to get more comfortable with them. aran watched with a smile how you were now more comfortable talking to everyone at once and was hoping that you were like this more often.

after practice, as you were cleaning behind along with everyone, you noticed the way atsumu sat away from everyone, probably thinking hard.

"what's wrong mustard?" you approached him with your bag in hand, good thing this team helped each other with cleaning otherwise you wouldn't have been done on your own.

atsumu looked at you once before looking towards the wall again. someone was thinking hard, huh?

deciding that if he wasn't going to say anything, you might as well just join him in his silence so you sat down next to him, staring hard at the wall and unaware of the stares the rest of the team was giving you two.

atsumu had days like these but he usually dealt with them on his own.

"I'm an arrogant cunt, aren't i?" well that was unexpected, and you really didn't know where it was coming from either.

"trust me I'm not trying to be a pick me or fish for compliments but i can be one hell of an annoying asshole when i wanna be," atsumu carried on with his speech, your eyes wandering around his face to look for any sign that he was joking. he wasn't, he looked genuinely tired.

"it's not my fault i love volleyball, and I want everyone to love it as much as i do,"

now you understood. from what you've seen, atsumu definitely did love volleyball a tad bit more than the rest and that love translated into him being mean to everyone else in order to "push them to do their best", yet somehow not everyone understood that and they just assumed that he was being a cunt.

you didn't think he was a cunt. he was very sweet, you saw him help a stray cat once when you were on your way back home and you had to admit, it was adorable.

but you weren't going to sugarcoat things for him. he didn't look like he liked that anyway.

"you might be annoying but you're not a cunt, tsumu." you handed him a snack before standing up, patting his head gently. "cunts don't care for their brother the way you do, or take hours to save a cat stuck on a tree, or even make their teammates laugh. you have people who love you, keep them," you patted his head before walking away, your bag in hand. you bid everyone goodbye and closed the door to the gym.

osamu watched as his brother's shoulders trembled a little and he smiled.

atsumu needed to hear that.

inarizaki was grateful to have you, even if you had been with them for not so long.

[threepointseven]

🌚 im starting to really be interested in Japanese urban legends again so i thought of a yokai!reader - it can be any type

(Scaramoochie, Gorou, Venti maybe if you're comfortable with writing for Gorou)

- 👩‍🦲 anon

You’re a yokai!

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= gorou x oni! Reader, scaramouche x yurei! Reader, venti x kitsune! Reader

Note🍀= I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOKAIS ARE ABT SO I HAD TO RESEARCH ABOUT EM 💔💔 ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

- when he first met you he was simply going home in a fairly good mood after finishing a mission

- He wouldve been in a much better mood if he didnt come across a terrified yurei screaming and shouting running away from some exorcist’s

- You werent watching yourself and you bumped straight into scaramouche while he was chuckling in amusement at the scene

- So fast forward to now you, a clumsy yurei that literally cannot help but be hated by the entire exorcist community in inazuma is dating a feared fatui harbinger that kills everyone that attempts to make you disappear.

- Its kinda saddening that you cant exactly touch him since your a ghost- so he searched through the entirety of tevyat for finding someone to put a temporary seal on you that allows you to touch things,

- He always threatens the people and the maiden’s at the shrine’s that try to put an actual seal on you, he’s killed so many-

- He adores learning about the history about your kind (he’ll never tell you that but just believe me)

- He actually pities you a lot, how you died without anyone giving you a proper funeral, and how you cant pass on since you have no one to give you prayers.

- Apart of him thinks maybe its better if he lets the maidens exorcise you, its for the best.

- But then again, scaramouche is one of the most selfish people on this planet so, stay with him for a few more lifetimes as a yurei wont you?

“I promise one day, i’ll make you a human my love.”

(Your 100% asleep when you say that btw.)

Gorou

- Your an oni! He’s seen a lot of oni’s before like itto and the others,

- He keeps it a secret but i actually see him as someone who’s deeply interested in inazuman culture, and inazuman culture came with the concept of yokai’s

- When he started dating you he prioritized learning about your kind

- He knows oni’s are very disliked amongst the citizens of inazuma so he makes sure to cheer you up everytime someone says you should be banished since your an oni

- He loves playing with your horns dhdhehehehe, whenever yall are cuddling the first place his hands go are your horns, he knows their pretty sensitive so he tries to be gentle

- He thinks theyre so fascinating and pretty, if anyone ever insults your horns he’ll riot

- Once Kokomi whispered to gorou “oni’s are dangerous creatures gorou, be careful with them..” while he was with you and he was so angry. Its the first time he’s ever been angry at the divine priestess but he couldnt help but be offended on your behalf at those words

- He loves you so much he may look like a cute adorable lil fox but he’ll hurt everyone that makes you feel ashamed of yourself

Venti

- He met you in the woods, you had ears and a tail and eyes filled with regret brimming with tears

- He thought you were a cute thing but as he came closer you looked cautious and tense. You warned him not to come close to you as you grit your teeth and your tail tensed up

- When he got to calm you down you explained to the man in green that you were a kitsune, not the kitsune that protects humans and shrines but a kitsune that plays tricks on humans and trick them. A mischievous fox that plays pranks on people.

- You cried as you regret your actions from when you were brainwashed by the urge to keep causing trouble.

- When you and venti started dating you had already straightened your ways and prioritized being responsible. At that even venti’s more mischievous than you-

- Even if your a kitsune that has straightened their ways people still look at you as a threat, but venti is quick to take your mind off the words

“Ah dont listen to them windblume!! You arent a monster your my beuatiful, handsome, adorable, sweet, kind lover!”

- it makes you laugh everytime

- He dotes on you so much!!!! He wants to make you feel like a human more than anything and he’d do a lot for you to feel like one.

- Loves playing with ur ears btw-

- Your tail is one of his favorite things in the world and he will not hesitate to bury his head into it

[sailorhyunjinz]

Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years. 

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n” 

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted. 

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table. 

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend- 

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along. 

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey. 

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible 

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot- 

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live. 

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job. 

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind. 

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time. 

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL- 

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet- 

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it. 

“answer.” 

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym 

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him. 

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,, 

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving. 

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes 

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived- 

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up. 

[miraeluc]

you have an eating disorder

prompt: “you never had issues with food - that is until your boyfriend makes a remark about your weight.”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: MAJOR TW!! anorexia, there’s swearing

genre: fluff, angst 

NOTE: this is not proofread at all and it’s kinda short, i was struggling to finish it a lot, sorry :(

you were never one to pay special attention to your diet or anything

life is short, why spend it worrying about how your body looks?

food is food man, and you need it to live 

there was no fun in dieting either, it’s not like you were ever fat anyway - with daily training you were in shape!

sure there were thinner girls, but like i mentioned, you just liked enjoying food without having to worry about losing weight all the time 

your boyfriend, bakugo, just does not know how to express himself 

he’s not the type to really pay any mind to your figure, he finds you pretty anyway 

and its a plus anyway - whenever he feels full he can just push his plate towards you and you’ll gladly finish it for him 

that is until one day

you were sitting with the baku squad at lunch

mina was telling you about a new tiktok trend she had stumbled upon and found hilarious 

denki was currently fighting for his life against bakugo after saying his hair looked like he was just hit by an electricity quirk before he proceeded to zap him lightly 

kirishima was regretting all of his life decisions when he decided to try and help denki 

sero was just sat there,, recording it so he could show them just how stupid they looked afterwards

kirishima finally managed to pull said angry-boy away from kaminari 

you always said he’s like a little angry pomeranian when angry lol 

back to the plot omg i got carried away

after bakugo was calm enough to take his initial seat beside you, he was already too full and just overall not hungry

so he pushed his plate towards you 

“eat up, fatass.” he grumbled out

you just looked up at him with wide doe-eyes, not expecting an insult to slip off his tongue

it was bakugo, what’d you expect lmao 

you looked down at the plate, suddenly feeling very not hungry anymore, instead pushing the plate away as you grabbed your bag to stand up

“actually, i’ll head up to my room, i feel a bit sick”

you immediately left after that, not seeing the confused glances the table exchanged, mina smacking bakugo’s head

you went to your room and laid down, not knowing why bakugo’s comment had made you feel upset

you never get upset when he makes dumb remarks!!

so why now!!

oh 

you realised it when you were stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, staring at your own body

you did gain some weight.

you were upset at yourself because you usually didn’t mind!!

you know weight fluctuates, you know the small amount of chub you have will eventually pack it’s little bags and leave again 

but it hurt because you wanted to be pretty for your boyfriend.

how could you be when he says you’re a fatass?

eventually, you ended up scrolling through your phone, looking at thin girls all day

you also looked up a few diets that worked very fast 

by the time bakugo was aggressively knocking at your door you had closed all of the pages you were previously looking at 

as soon as you swung the door open he strutted in, seating himself on your bed

“what was with you running off at lunch today?” he looked at you 

you were still stood at your door like.... mm ok i guess make yourself at home 

“huh? i told you, i felt a little sick.” you mumbled, closing the door again, it was getting late and you were not looking to be beheaded by aizawa

he scoffed “if you say so.” he laid down, kicking your blanket to the side

“i brought you some snacks - incase you got hungry..” he said, his face looking like >:( 

he didn’t get them because he knew you liked them and wanted to make you happy! not at all!!

he just didn’t want to put up with you being whiny

that’s for sure the reason 

you giggled, throwing yourself ontop of him - sounds of protest coming from him but he did wrap his arms around you 

“since when are you so nice, katsuki?!” you teased

lol wrong move 

in 0.01 seconds you were flipped over and held down as he started tickling you 

“i’m not nice!”

the next morning you left extra early to avoid getting breakfast with bakugo

he didn’t seem to be bothered by it, he also has days where he just doesn’t feel like eating early in the morning so 

it does start to bother him when that one day of skipping breakfast turned into every day

his google search bar is like 

‘why does my gf not eat’

‘do girls not eat breakfast’

but this bitch is also too scared to approach you at first because he doesnt want you to know he truly cares 

his ego is still too high for that 

but you know better

you know he cares but sometimes you don’t feel good enough for him

you can’t help but compare yourself to other girls at your school

you distance yourself unknowingly, lost in the counting calories and exercising every day

everyone but you notices that you’re literally spiraling 

you don’t notice that you look sick, skin paling and cheekbones getting more prominent every passing day 

you don’t notice the growing eyebags under your eyes 

all you notice is other pretty girls and how you want to look like them.

at first, your friends decide to give you some space, thinking that maybe you have to fix this within yourself and need space

and you do, but someone needs to snap you out of your little bubble 

that someone is bakugo 

so it goes like this 

during training, he noticed your legs being a little more wobbly than usual 

and he noticed that you were unfocused, not being able to dodge all of the enemies attacks 

but something inside of him snaps when aizawa has to stop the fight because you were not even fighting back anymore

before aizawa even arrived in front of you, your world went black and you collapsed

bakugo was so angry at your training enemy 

didn’t they fucking see your struggle?? 

did they really have to be stopped by their teacher??

would they even have stopped if it werent for aizawa?? 

probably not

but he didnt have time to go and yell at them because he was running towards you 

aizawa let him pick you up

“bring her to recovery girl.”

of course he did 

everyone watching was so shocked 

because bakugo didn’t let out a sound the entire time 

his face was pulled into a frown, as usual, but he wasn’t speaking- no, yelling

he showed past his classmates, walking towards recovery girl’s office

“ribbit, why was he so quiet?”

recovery girl was like ?!?!?! what the fuck happened when was the last time she ate

she had to give you a total parenteral nutrition

(that means nutrition/fluids are delivered into your body via a catheter placed in a vein of your body, usually lower arm)

when you woke up bakugo was sat next to the bed, reading the back of some medicine bottle he found there

when he noticed you awake he perked up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing

“what happened?” 

he narrowed his eyes, wondering for a second if you were serious 

“you’re starving yourself to near death, that’s what happened.”

you immediately grimaced

“did i pass out in front of everyone?”

“is that seriously what you’re worried about?!”

you remained quiet, looking away

“y/n, look at me.” he gently guided your head to face him

“i don’t know what drove you to do this to yourself, but i need you to stop. you’re going to die if you don’t stop. what idiot made you think you need to do this to yourself?! i’ll kill them!”

..

“you told me i was a fatass”

his jaw dropped

fuck

“you know i don’t mean when i insult you! i hide the fucking fact that i WANT you to eat by using insults! i’m so sorry..”

his voice went soft at the end

he truly felt so bad :(

he was the one that was supposed to protect you from others hurting you yet here he was, being the one that caused you to hink you weren’t worthy enough

“i know, but there’s so many much more prettier girls than me, i was afraid you’d lose feelings if i wasn’t thin enough.”

“are you kidding?! you’re the only one i have eyes for! all those other extra’s can fuck off, i don’t give a single shit about them!”

you were kinda tearing up

“do you promise?”

god, he felt so bad.

he sat on the edge of the bed, reluctantly pulling you in a hug 

“i promise”

from that day on he made sure to remind you to eat meals, even if it was just something small

he ripped everyone’s heads off if they made a comment about your eating habits and/or weight

and he made sure you were the only one he loved

the day he saw you collapse something broke inside of him

it opened his eyes that hiding his emotions from you wouldn’t help you in your relationship

so while he supported you to build your feelings of self-worth and eating habits, you helped him start to open up, teaching him that showing emotions wasn’t embarassing

no one else knew how soft he could get with you and it should stay that way

you had a long way to go but it was all worth it in the end

he was your little angry pomeranian <33

requests: open

read rules before requesting.

[merakiui]

I have a nsfw hc to share for bittersweet xiao...

(Maybe takes place in a what-if scenario) I feel like Xiao definitely has sexual desires towards the reader and eventually jacking off to them in private will not satisfy him enough

He's to shy to make any sexual advances so he'd retort to getting what he wants in other ways...

He'll make a nice dinner for MC and when they're not looking, slides a little 'something' in the food for a little 'taste'...

So they're eating (well, MC is eating Xiao just does that creepy thing where he just sits there and stares at them while they eat) and the food is good, for someone who claims to dislike cooking so much he has a talent for it the MC notes, though they find it weird that Xiao hasn't touched his food and he seems more eager to watch them eat than usual...

It's not until a little while after until they start feeling drowsy (odd because they werent even tired and had taken a long good nap while xiao was at work) and they start to feel themselves growing weaker and falling asleep, and the last thing they hear is xiao telling them to 'just rest' as he takes them to the bedroom and blacks out completely

And that's when Xiao makes his move...though he probably prefer them to be awake for it, this is far more better than watching them bathe and getting off to the thought of them

ANON, YOUR MIND IS SO LARGE!!!! 

(cw: yandere, nsfw, somnophilia, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied drugging)

As soon as you slip into unconsciousness and Xiao sets you down on his bed, he's already itching to touch you. Part of him is worried you'll wake up and see him for the filthy pervert he truly is, but the other side of him isn't bothered at all. He made sure the dosage was strong enough to knock you out for a few hours. But despite knowing this he still pokes your cheek to test whether or not you're asleep. Xiao snaps his fingers in your face, nervously waiting for you to stir. When you remain silent and still, he releases a relieved sigh. That stuff really did work. Not that he doubted it, though.

Xiao takes his sweet time undressing you, running his hands over your pliant body and exploring the parts he'd never be able to touch when you’re awake. He's sure this would be far better if you were conscious to experience it and he could hear all of the sweet sounds you'd make and witness your cute reactions to his cold touch. But this will have to suffice for now and perhaps it's better this way. If you remain ignorant to what he's about to do, you won't think he's disgusting. The more he plays with your body, the harder he gets and it's a painful sort of ache he's grown accustomed to.

This really will be his first time with you.

Xiao wonders if you're a virgin while he prepares you. His fingers are coated in lube as he works them inside your tight hole, pushing deeper and stretching you so that it won't hurt when you unknowingly take his cock. He's seen this in porn before and has read about all sorts of ways to prep someone before sex. Surely he's doing this right; it'd be easier to know if you were awake to confirm. He doesn't want to hurt you when he does this, but if this is your first time there's bound to be some pain. At least you aren't conscious to feel the sting.

The squelch of his fingers moving in and out of your hole is far more pleasing than he ever imagined. It's strange because he's seen this happen in porn so many times, where some porn star's greedy hole easily accepts a cock or a dildo or some other thick sex toy, and it’s never really occurred to him just how satisfying and hot it is. But now he gets to see it firsthand and he understands the appeal. With the way your hole sucks his fingers in so perfectly—you must want this as much as he does.

He spends so much time on your body, prepping it and kissing along your collarbone and peppering your face with little smooches. It almost feels like the two of you are lovers when he does this and that fills his heart with a newfound warmth. Eventually he grows impatient and removes his clothes in a hurry, tossing them aside so that he can look upon your nude form once more. You’re so ethereal when you sleep, so peaceful and quiet. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He’s only ever had dreams of this very moment—of finally claiming you as his. 

It’s gross and all sorts of wrong, but he ignores these thoughts.

Xiao lines the head of his cock up to your entrance and pushes in slowly. It’s so warm and tight inside and he can’t stop himself from thrusting in all the way in one go. He fills you up perfectly. Like a puzzle, you interlock as though the both of you were made for each other. His head rests between the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your face, and it takes all of his self-control to prevent himself from biting down on your shoulder. He wants to mark you with love bites and tiny bruises to prove that you belong to him, but he knows he can’t do that or else you’ll know of all the things he did to you when you were sleeping. And so he focuses on the way his hips connect with yours when he moves at a pace that has his cock dragging sinfully along your tight walls and he nearly forgets about wanting to mark you in the first place.

“Hah... It feels good. So good. Shit...” Xiao’s chanting your name as if it’s a heavenly prayer.

His hands find yours, fingers interlacing so sweetly, and he holds them as though he means to treasure them. Your hands are so much smaller than his, softer and less worn. Almost like a doll’s hands. He realizes this is one-hundred times better than masturbating. There’s no way his hand can be compared to your pretty, little hole hugging his cock. You take him so well, too. Xiao glances at your face as he fucks you, noting the way your brow twitches and your lips part ever so slightly. He slides out of you with ease, only to slam back in all at once, and your body jolts at the sudden intrusion. It’s cute. You’re cute.

He kisses you briefly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. It’s a sloppy kiss without any skill. He’s never actually kissed anyone before, but when he kisses you it feels right. 

“I...love you. A lot. Love you so much,” he admits through a string of heated moans. “I want you to feel the same way, too—ngh.”

The word ‘love’ is so foreign to him, but it’s the only thing that can describe the way he feels whenever he’s around you. It’s not an obsession. It’s the purest form of sweet love, that’s all. Your hole grips his cock even tighter than before and it’s almost as if you heard him and are responding to his confession in your own special way. He throws his head back and with a sharp thrust forward he spills his cum inside. It fills you up to the brim, so much so that some of it spills out and stains the bedsheets. He’s panting as he comes down from his lust-clouded high. This is definitely love. There’s no other explanation for it.

Xiao doesn’t stop there. He spends hours on your body, fucking you relentlessly and cumming inside multiple times. He tries out every fantasy that crosses his mind until you’re covered in sweat and cum. Your lips are bruised from just how much he kissed you and you’ve wrung so many orgasms out of him. You’ve even cum a few times as well and the action has only spurred on Xiao’s ruthless stamina. For someone who’s considered to be a shut-in, he has so much pent-up sexual energy. 

Once he finishes inside for the last time that evening, he’ll flop down on top of you with his cock still inside you. He holds you in his arms, brushing your hair out of the way and admiring the sweat that clings to your face. He feels somewhat regretful to have dirtied you in your sleep like this—like a beast deflowering an angel in the clouds—but he’s too exhausted to put much thought into that feeling. But you like him. Surely you’ll forgive him if you ever find out. It’s in your nature to be forgiving—to pat him on his head and say ‘there, there’ when things get rough. So it’s okay if his secret is a little dirty. Secrets can’t stay pure forever. Perhaps they aren’t even pure to begin with.

Xiao will clean you up until you’re spotless, washing the cum and sweat off of you with gentle hands. He’ll sit in the bath with your limp body pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer. It’s quiet in the bathroom, save for the sound of your soft breaths and his satisfied sighs. By the time the water’s gone cold, you’ll be dried and wrapped up in a towel while he changes into some comfortable night clothes. And then he’ll dress you and carry you back to bed after changing the sheets, tucking you in under the blanket so that you can continue to rest.

You’re sore in the morning; that’s to be expected. There’s an ache in your hips and it feels as if you ran a mile. You can’t remember much from last night and it takes all of your mental energy to conjure a reason for why you forgot. When you ask Xiao about it, he just avoids your gaze and mumbles something about how you passed out after dinner. 

When you look at yourself in the mirror and find the dark bruise etched into your collarbone, you wonder if that was always there. And if you ask Xiao about it he’ll just say you’re a clumsy idiot who never watches out for where you’re going. He couldn’t resist giving you one love bite. Regardless, he has more than enough pills left for the future. Masturbation is obsolete now that he knows he can crush one up, add it to your food, and then have his way with you when you sleep. It’s a routine he’s come to enjoy. 

And you continue to remain clueless.

[zeinnit]

here we go again. got this out earlier than expected. part three of this fic. part two.

the still unnamed series, pls i need ideas.

pairings; technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: hunger, death, possible gore, suicide, possible derealization, manipulation

its been around an hour since the winged being left.

you wanted to be respectful, you wanted to obey by what he had told you to do. but you were so hungry and your arm continued to ache. the growling of your stomach was the only noise inside the car. outside the car was a different story, however.

over the past year, you managed to get used to the screams of people. however, nothing could ever get you used to the current sobbing from outside.

you already knew what was happening to the poor man. it was an ability one of the bad lucks possessed. he could control you, manipulate you into believing something that wasnt true. hed make you think you were terminally ill or that everything was fake and no one was real.

eventually, his manipulation tactics would drive you to suicide. youve been lucky to avoid his ability for this long. you remember when you witnessed it in person.

after hours of walking, you had finally reached the place that all the others were talking about. a place where you could escape the luckies and mobs, a place that had a plan. there was an island on the east coast. it was known to be completely void of anything dangerous. the community there were very friendly. the place you were currently at held the only boats in the city and they were all set to take people to the island.

many other people were there, all extremely friendly. almost as if nothing had happened to the earth. you had gotten into some small talk with a few teenagers. two girls and three boys. they said, 'we were at school during the time,' the girls started. 'the boys were at football practice and we were in algebra.' she explains, 'we were doing a group assignment with another boy when we heard an announcement telling us to go on lockdown.' one of the boys spoke, 'we were rushed inside as soon as possible, but we werent fast enough. our quarterback was swept into the air by this purple mass. we all just started running.' the other girl continued, 'our teacher ended up abandoning us. we were scared and knew it wasnt safe, so we got up and fled the classroom.' a second boy starts, 'when we all met up in the hall, we just stuck together. weve never left each others side since.'

they asked, 'what about you?' you pushed yourself to remember all the details. it was around two pm when you heard the shrieking and saw all of those people running. you were chatting with a co-worker. you and her both made eye contact before going outside to check what was happening. it was a mess, all of the running people, the huge ravine, the beasts that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmare. you knew better than to stick around. you and your co-worker both. so you made a run for your truck. however, she got hurt. you didnt know exactly what happened, but she was unable to walk. she begged you to leave her. so you did, and you beat yourself up for it everyday. they knew your pain. the boy that the girls had been working with in algebra got pushed into a ravine while they were running out of the school.

then someone from the boat that had just left came struggling onto the dock from the water. he was on the brink of death and gave us a warning. 'the island.... it isnt safe,' he started. 'one of those monsters.... it knew somehow. it attacked the island with a few others..... theyre all dead.' he couldnt get anything else out before dying himself.

then a woman stood up, screaming. she held a baby in her arms before lifting them up high and slamming the poor thing to the ground. it had died immediately. she was screaming at us like a mad man, saying, 'it was a monster! were all monsters!! none of this is real, we need to escape!' others tried to get her to calm down, but she wouldnt listen. one of the teenage boys next to you pointed it out. her eyes were completely green. she had no irises or pupils. it was just green.

it happened so fast. she had pulled a glass shard out of her pocket and stabbed some poor lady with it. she just kept stabbing and stabbing. the poor womans face, it was horrid. her eyes had almost been pulled out by the glass, her nose was all bent wrong, but the worst part was that she was still alive. her screams were ear piercing and she was still flailing. eventually two men managed to pry her off the woman, but by then we all knew there was no saving her. the teenage girls were sobbing, one vomited. two of the boys were freaking out while the other just stared in horror.

the woman struggled until she got her arm free and then plunged the glass into her neck. everyone was panicking but all we could do was watch as she bleed out. the green faded from her eyes as they returned back to normal blue irises that were wide in horror, before they relaxed.

you werent given enough time to process the death before the site was attacked itself. you dont know what happened to those teens, but wherever they are, you pray theyre okay.

but onto the man outside. he was screaming at someone who you knew probably wasnt there. you were just gonna ignore it as you usually did until you heard a girls cries. she sounded so young, she sounded so terrified. you know you should leave it alone, but you wanted to help. you needed to help. so you popped the trunk and bolted towards the man. he looked to be in his late 40s, possibly late 50s. they were most likely father in daughter judging by their similar looks but that wasnt what mattered.

you rammed into the mans side as hard as you possibly could, most definitely making your arm worse in the process. he let go of the young girl and you immediately grabbed her and rushed under a car that was low to the ground. as you expected, he was unable to reach you. but he would figure a way. you knew he would.

the girl couldnt help but scream in terror as he continued to shove a sharp hunting knife closer and closer to the two of you. the other side of the car was blocked so all you could do was make sure you were closer to him than she was.

and then blood was spit all over you and the girl. the mans eyes were wide as they switched from the piercing green back to soft hazel. tears fell out of his eyes as he coughed up more blood. the knife fell out of his grasp and his body went slack. he stared at the girl and gave one last sad smile before his face relaxed. he was gone.

the girl stopped screaming and quietly sobbed in your grasp as this had all happened. his body was dragged away and a shadow was present over the mans corpse. you could make out some sort of hooves? they looked exactly like pigs feet. the being seemed to have brown pants and maybe some sort of cape on?

as you and the girl stayed quiet and still in hopes of avoiding attention from the beast, you saw another pair of animal typed feet. this time you recognized them.

you and the girl sat quiet and still as talons tapped against the cement.

[strawberry-jammers]

A Child to Protect (pt 5)

tommy x child!reader || Confronting an old friend

tommy comes home to tubbo and ranboo waiting in the living room for...something. 

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4

masterlist

sorry this took awhile, i was having some struggles lmao. its not the best but the next few parts will hopefully be good lol

word count: 3215

ask if you wanna be tagged for this seires lmao

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Techno sat in the main part of the room with ranboo and tubbo. They stared at each other awkwardly. Honestly tubbo didn't expect to be in the piglins home today, especially after what had happened. Ranboo shuffled in his seat, uncomfortable with the tension in the air. They saw techno almost glare at tubbo, while the goat in turn decided to glare back.

“Um, are you two okay?” ranboo asked the two of them. Techno nodded, not saying a word, as usual. He was just waiting for Tommy to get there to change the focus or something. Tubbo didn't do anything to acknowledge the question, just glaring at the piglin. “Okay, this is awkward." The enderman whispers to themself. "Techno, hows living in the tundra?” techno looks at ranboo with a blank face, tired of having these two here. “cold.” ranboo nodded. ‘Cold’ not being the answer they were looking for. “Oookay. Tubbo, do you like the tundra at all?'' Tubbo shook his head, having a stare down with the piglin, who had gone back to glaring at the hybrid. “No.”

Ranboo sighed, slinking down into the chair. “You guys are helpless…” ranboo says, sighing tiredly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Techno jumped up from his seat and looked out the window to see who it was. He smiled, opening the door to the mystery guest. “Finally you're here. Now they can focus their attention on you instead. Good luck with that.” techno says. He moved to reveal Tommy, carrying his kid with him.

Tubbo and ranboo stood up, shocked to see their supposed deceased friend, standing in the doorway holding a child. Ranboo walked over cautiously. “Tommy?” he asked. Tommy looked up at the tall enderman. He nodded, holding the young kid tightly. He really didn't wanna be there, but he knew his kid needed to be back here.

 (y/n) looked up at the enderman hybrid, smiling brightly. “Endy endy!!” they said. Ranboo looked down at them, confused a bit. “Whos this?” they asked the young boy. The kid continued to say ‘endy’ while the two of them talked.

Tommy sighed. “This is my kid..(y/n)” he says, looking at the young child. Ranboo looks at the small child, who smiled at them happily. “Endy!!” they said once more. “No no (y/n), this is ranboo. The good man i told you about.” (y/n) smiled even wider. “Ran ran!!!! Papa told me about you!!!! Good man, good man!!” they said. 

The child's presence lifted the awkward atmosphere that once resided in the room. (y/n) smiled at the enderman, who was nearly in tears from the fact tommy was alive and well, raising a child at that. Ranboo immediately hugged two of them, scarring tommy. “Aye aye get off!” tommy said, not knowing how else to respond. “Sorry sorry, i'm just really happy your alive.” tommy looked at ranboo, gapping his mouth. “Dead!? Why would you think that???” tommy asked. Ranboo smiled awkwardly. “Well…” “tommy?” the two of them turned their head to see their part goat friend, who had finally spoken up. 

“Tubbo..” tommy says, stepping around ranboo to see his old friend. “Ranboo take (y/n).” tommy instructs. Ranboo nodes, taking the small child, who wasn't too happy to leave their father. 

Tommy walks closer to his old friend, who was shocked to see him, barely able to say anything. “Y-your alive!! I thought you died-``Tubbo couldn't continue his sentence. He missed his old friend, and was really happy to see him! He just felt terrible for sending him to his near death…even if it was the only option he had. 

Techno and ranboo went outside, leaving the two of them alone (though techno tried to leave several times). (y/n) was sad they couldn't play with their father, but they did have a new friend, who was really nice.

“Is papa okay?” the young one asked. “Yeah I think he's gonna be fine..wanna play in the snow?” ranboo asked the kid. They nodded, being set down and running into the snow. The enderman chuckled, watching them pick themselves back up and falling again. The enderman did notice, however, the many snowmen that littered the lawn. Some looked like people they knew, one even looked like them. they smiled, seeing the young child show off the one they made of their father.

Back in the house, Tommy and tubbo stood in the middle of the home, staring at each other intensely. 

"So...you're alive? Living with techno?" Tubbo asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Why would you think I'd be dead??" Tubbo looked down a bit. "Well, everything was destroyed and...there was a tower I- I thought you…." Tubbo trails off before finishing. “Oh, that..” Tommy looked down a bit, frowning. “Why'd you do it? Why'd you send me away to isolation? `` Tubbo frowns, tilting his head. “It wasn't supposed to be isolation. I-i thought you just chose to live there..” 

Tommy went over and sat down, sighing. “I really dont wanna talk about this. Can you just tell ranboo to bring (y/n) in here..” tubbo shook his head. “I feel like we need to talk about this, I mean you've been gone for months! You have a kid! What happened?” tommy glared at tubbo. “I told you i dont wanna talk about it, just drop it.” he says, getting up again and heading to the front door. “No! We’re talking about this.” Tubbo goes over and grabs Tommy's arm. He yanks it away from him. “I told you I'm not talking about it! Fucking drop it already!” tubbo let go, stepping back slightly.

“Why won't you talk to me? We’re best friends-”

“We haven't been friends since the exile, since one of your men came here and nearly killed my child! The only reason i wasn't here was cause that lunatic tried to attack me!” tubbo shook his head. “I'm not the one that sent him here-”

“Then explain to me why you're here!”

 the yelling started to get louder, leaving the young child to be concerned. They looked up at ranboo, who was silently screaming cause of the snow. “Ran ran are you sure papas okay? There's a lot of yelling..” ranboo looked over to the house, noticing the yelling as well. “I-im not sure, but we shouldn't interrupt them…” (y/n) looked over to the house, really wanting to see their father. They gasped, remembering a way they could get inside.

“Ran ran!! Follow follow!!” they say, pulling on the endermans pant leg. Ranboo sighed, following the small child to wherever they were gonna bring him. “I'll just stay here!” techno says, laying in the snow.

They, basically waddled, to the back of the house. Ranboo looked around, not really seeing anything. “What did you wanna show me?” they asked. (y/n) looked up at ranboo, pointing to the wall. “Break.” they stood, a bit confused. “You want me to take some of the wall?” the kid nodded, pointing to the wall. “Enderman do the same! Just break.” they nodded, kinda understanding what they were asking. They didnt know if the other two would notice, but they normally break blocks pretty silently anyways.

Ranboo looked at the wall, seeing where the chests would be and where the fireplace was, and broke one of the blocks. They looked in between the chests to see that the others were still arguing and hadn't noticed them. (y/n) pulled on the hybrids pant leg, signaling for them to pick them up to see. Ranboo does so, gesturing for them to be quiet.

Back with the other two, they were having a heated argument. Discussing quackity and his actions, discussing Tommy and his exile, along with bringing up the past such as wilbur and old lmanburg. 

“Well I'm sorry we decided to even form the country! Y'know, we all wanted to find independence!” tubbo says, snapping at tommy.

“It's not that! Its new lmanburg, its lost all meaning!! One of your men, whent and tried to kill techno and I! You said you didn't even send him here!! “

“Why do you keep saying ‘your men’, you know this is also your country right?” 

Tommy glares at Tubbo, stepping away from him. “It hasn't been my country, for a long time. Not sense schlatt took over.'' Tommy looks over, avoiding tubbos' gaze. “Technos gonna destroy the country, and I won't stop him. I know how he is, he's gonna want it gone. Maybe once it is gone, we can start over, not with a country but with a place we could just...live. Together, all of us..'' Tommy says, looking back at tubbo. “You want lmanburg gone? After all we've done!? After what we lost to gain independence!!??'' Tommy nodded. “Lmanburg is more the people than the land. If we’re all together, it'll be the same. The same old lmanburg.”

Tubbo sighs, still angry at the blond before him. “You gave dream the discs for this place, you gave him the one thing we had! Now you wanna get rid of the country we traded it for?” 

“Well, who said we werent gonna get them back?” tommy steps forward again. “You have one of them right?” tubbo nodded, staring at the enderchest in the room. “We already have half of what we need, all we need to do is get the last one. You prepared to lose lmanburg to get them back?” tommy asked. Tubbo contemplated for a second. “No, I'm not. But…"

The two of them talked, no longer upset at the other. They were best friends for years, it's hard to stay mad at each other. Ranboo and (y/n) looked at each other, confused as to how they had just calmed down after such a heated argument. (y/n) ran back over to the front of the house, ranboo running after them. “No no, (y/n) come back please!” (y/n) didn't listen, instead running to the front of the house and trying to open the door. It was left ajar, so it was easy to do so. 

“Dad!!” the young kid said, rushing over towards their father. Tommy looked over to see his kid run over towards him. He smiled as they ran into his legs. He picks them up. "Hey kiddo, whatcha doing back here? Weren't you playing outside playing with ranboo?" They nodded. "Yeah but I was worried!! There was yelling…" Tommy sighs, ruffling the young kids' hair. "I'm okay lil (n/n), everythings alright. Big man Tommy was just talking to tubbo." They looked over to the boy in question, who awkwardly stood there. 

"I think I should get going. Don't wanna make things worse.” (y/n) looked at the goat hybrid and frowned. They pushed their way out of tommys arms, landing on the floor with a huff. Everyone just stared at the young kid as they picked themself up and ran into the goats legs. “Tub don't go! You just got here…” tubbo smiled a bit, leaning down to be eye to eye as (y/n). “I don't think I should stick around. Maybe I'll see you again..” they hugged tubbo, repeating for him not to leave. 

Ranboo picked up the small child, who did not wanna be picked up. “He needs to leave (n/n). Don't worry, you'll see him again.” they huff, nodding. Ranboo chuckled at this. 

Tubbo stood back up looking at tommy once more. “Goodbye tommy. I hope your happy.” with that, tubbo left, leaving ranboo and tommy behind. Tubbo passed by techno as he left, noticing how he was just sitting in front of the door. “Why are you sitting out here?” techno looked up at the male. “Idk mr.government, maybe because i got kicked out of my own home. Again.” tubbo sighed, opting to just ignore the piglin and continue on his way to lmanburg.

Ranboo looked over at Tommy, who seemed to be processing a lot of emotions. Tommy looked over and ranboo and (y/n), smiling a bit before sitting down in one of the few chairs in the room. 

“I really don't like that kid. I don't know why he bothered to come here.” technoblade says, closing the front door that had started to let snow in. He went over to brew some potions, as he needed to go to lmanburg the next day. Ranboo sighed, letting (y/n) out of their arms. They shifted slightly. (y/n) went over to sit with Tommy, who held them tightly. “Um, i think i should leave as well, don't wanna overstay my welcome.” technoblade chuckled a bit. “You don't have to leave, kid. I think you should stay for at least dinner. If you want.” tommy nodded, not really wanting the enderman to leave.

“Oh, well thank you techno, tommy.'' Just then, the door swung open, letting in even more cold air than there already was. They all turned to see philza, who looked like he had just ran here. “What the FUCK happend in lmanburg??” techno looked at Phil a bit confused. “Oh the quackity thing?”

Philza walked in, closing the door. “Yeah but also, why the hell is fundy and quackity dead and WHY IS THE PLACE ON FIRE?? Techno i told you not to do this high level of terrorism yet.” techno looked confused, stopping his potion brewing. “I didn't set the place on fire? I did kill those two tho, they did not fight back. Well, quackity did but he sucks at it.” 

“Wait then who set the place on fire?” phil asked, no longer upset. “Oh i did.” they turned to ranboo, who raised their hand up slightly. “What?” 

“All i did was set the place on fire as a diversion..” 

“Mate the place is basically gone now..” philza said, sitting next to tommy. Ranboo chuckled. “Yeaaahh that wasn't the plan. I just wanted to create a diversion to get out of there..” techno chuckled. “Didn't notice that was you. Good job kid.” techno went back to his brewing, making a bunch of invis potions. “Dadza!” (y/n) said, now noticing the winged man who had sat next to them. They were too focused on tommys scarf. Phil chuckled, picking up the small child. “Hey kiddo. How has things been while i was gone?” tommy chuckled seeing the two of them talk. (y/n) talked about all the things they did in the time he was gone. Ranboo went over to help techno make potions, grabbing things he needed and such. 

It was peaceful like this. Tommy phil and (y/n) all chatted amongst themselves, (y/n) on occasion playing with some random item in the house. When techno and ranboo were done with the potions, they joined the others in their conversation, all of them talking and cracking jokes amongst themselves. It was peaceful, there were no countries or wars, no dream, no trauma, none of that. It was just a couple of friends or family, talking and having fun.

Somewhere down the line, phil and techno whent to make dinner, sense it was awhile sense (y/n) or anyone had eaten any food. The 3 kids decided to play around with some swords tommy and techno had made. (y/n) chased the other two around, playfully trying to hit them whenever they got close. Ranboo dramatically died when (y/n) had stabbed them, while Tommy vowed revenge on the small child. He poked them with the sword, saying he had defeated the evil. (y/n) went into a fit of giggles, saying they could never die cause their immortal, and in turn stabbed tommy. He wanted to stubbornly try to beat them, but he thought it was more fun to go with it. Tommy dramatically dropped his sword and fell to the floor, pretending to be ‘dead’. 

“Stop playing around, foods done.” techno said, entering the main part of the room. (y/n) jumped up, running into the kitchen, excited for food. Ranboo and Tommy got up from their laying positions, wanting to get some food as well.

So they ate, continuing to talk to each other as they did before. Ranboo felt a bit awkward being there, but overtime he felt more comfortable. Tommy talked to phil and techno, occasionally having to tell (y/n) to actually eat their food. 

Once supper was over, phil has suggested that ranboo stays with tommy and (y/n) for the night, since it had already gotten dark out. Techno and ranboo both protested, granted for different reasons, though no one can fight philza. (y/n) was really giddy about this, running around their bedroom, knocking into the prime log a few times. Ranboo climbed down the latter, seeing this. Tommy was making sure they didn't run into the log again, not noticing the enderman.

“(y/n) you know it's time for bed.” Tommy says, grabbing his kid as they try to run away. “No! No sleep!” they tried to wrestle out of tommys arms, it obviously didn't work. “Yes, sleep. Your gonna get too tired to run soon anyways.`` He places them in their bed, trying to make them stay. Ranboo walks over, crouching down to see the kid better, they smiled when they saw the tall enderman. “Ran!!” they said, making the grabby hands at the tall enderman. They smiled, ruffling the kids hair. “(y/n) you need to sleep.” is all ranboo says, making (y/n) frown. “How bout this, i'll give you a cookie tomorrow if you sleep. Deal?” tommy asked. They nodded, laying down on their bed. They both laughed, tommy tucking them in for the night while ranboo stood up, not sure on what to do. 

Tommy got up soon after, looking over at ranboo had just stood there. “You can sleep on my bed big man, I'll either make another one or just sleep on the floor.” Tommy says, going over to his chest in the corner, seeing if he had any left over wool. Ranboo shook their head. “No no, I can sleep on the floor, it's fine. This is your home after all.” tommy looked over at ranboo, glaring at him. “You will listen, bitch.” ranboo sighed. “Fine fine, I'm just saying..” ranboo walked over to the bed, sitting down on it, watching Tommy mess around with some wood and wool. 

When Tommy was done, he put the bed in a random spot in the room. Tommy turned off the only light in the room, signalling that they were going to bed. Ranboo laid down, followed by tommy. They laid like that for a while, not really being able to sleep.

Ranboo looked over, sighing quietly to themself. “I'm sorry about the whole tubbo thing..it wasn't our plan to come here after what happened..” 

“Its fine, it was bound to happen eventually. Thanks for staying with my kid for a bit,you didn't have to…” ranboo nodded. “It was no trouble, they seem to like me.” ranboo says, looking over to see the sleeping child next to them. “Well, still. Thank you ranboo. Your a good man.” 

“So are you tommy..” 

They sleep after that, finally being able to rest for the night.

[words-for-holland]

Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

***

Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.

[whatsupmrstark]

My Girl

Frat!Tom x reader

warnings: the request is honestly the warning. + a lil degrading (whore, slut)

Request; I can't find an anonymous option for your asks, so if you do this, please keep the request anonymous. But if you want to do it, I always enjoy frat Tom being extremely cocky and somehow seducing a nerdy y/n to get on her knees for him and choke on his co*k, while he's dirty talking and smirking. He's just using her to get off essentially. Any storyline/buildup to get to that point is great, too! :)

You have no idea how you ended up here. Pressed up against a chiseled god in a frat house of all places. This wasn’t your typical scene especially on a Friday night which was usually exclusive to movies or studying.

either way you were enjoying yourself, lips locked and back pressed against a door. you felt... what’s his name? Tom. TOM? Yeah Tom, the words didnt feel right but the name was on the tip of your tongue as he kissed down you neck.

“fuck your so hot” he groaned hands starting to undo the first few buttons of your blouse, this wasn’t something Tom would usually do either. He was very specific about who he chose to have relations with but for some reason as soon as you stepped through the god forsaken threshold of kappa sigma alpha he knew he wanted you.

your legs were wrapped around his waist feeling his hard on rage against you, skirt askew and underwear pressed directly on his front. Tom set your feet on the floor pulling the cups of your bra down mesmerized at your body, he hadn't expected this.

he immediately ducked down planting big open mouth kisses on your areolas feeling the soft skin on his lips before sucking them till the where nice and stiff in his mouth.

when he swapped to the next one is when he heard it, the hitch in your breathing and the soft moan that followed. He loved your moans, which wasn’t common for him usually he hated how most girls sounded. but he could hear the genuine pleasure in yours. Tom almost craved your noises.

“fuck“ his voice was almost seething, he was aching in his pants as he grabbed your hips leaning into you ear. “Get on your knees for me pretty girl”

you did as told, dropping to your knees and looking up at him as you slipped your top and bra off. toms eyes zeroed in on your thighs, how soft they looked spread out and pressed down your skirt temping him even more. youre ready for whatever you were about to get into with him hastily undoing his jeans and sliding them down. he stepped out of his pants and pulled his boxers off. Once he stood back up fully your eyes danced over his pretty cock. “like what you see baby” he groaned stroking himself, “Cmon you can tell me“ you could feel his smirk, how his eyes burned into your chest and legs.

you didn’t answer hands going to his thighs and pressing your palms into them as you kissed and licked at the tip. tom threw his head back loving the way your lips felt on him.

you brought the pink tip between your lips before sliding his rather large cock down your throat. Nose pressed against his pelvis. You noticed his toes curl Into the carpet, if you lips werent stretched around him you’d be the one smirking now. “Fuck eager little thing arent you“ you said something he couldn’t hear muffled by his dick in your mouth.

you swallowed around his cock your saliva already running down your chin. You pulled your head all the way back suckling on his tip as you looked up at his eyes. tom was staring back hard, he never felt this close so quick, mesmerized looking into your eyes. he saw the corners of your lips lift up almost like you were trying to smile before you slid all the way back down his cock, one hand coming up in between to massage his balls.

his body curled forward hands Pressing down hard into the wooden door in front of him, a sharp intake of breath and a groan “fuck darling“. You glanced up but continued sucking him off ,head bobbing back and forth on him. His knees were locking and he neared the edge many times but hadn't said anything. He felt as if he was floating.

you were pleased with your work with every labored breath, groan, and jump of his hips. he was still trying to keep dominance and control saying every Dirty word that came to mind. “look so good, pretty lips wrapped around me“

“sucking like its gonna run away“

“fuck, doing so good, such a good whore huh?”

you could feel your soaked underwear beneath you. one hand still gripping his thigh for balance as you pulled off stroking his cock while you took a breath, “keep talking like that and your gonna get yourself in trouble Holland” , he chuckled lowly “you don’t even know the half darling. Get back to it now I’m aching”

you rolled your eyes before lowering his cock into your mouth once again. Tongue rolling over every vein, nook, and cranny. He starting saying small words of encouragement he wanted to cum badly.

you almost couldn’t take it, one hand snaking down between your legs and into your panties, rubbing over your clit in loose circles. when you moaned around him he shuddered. Tom looked down pulling your hair back and together away from your face as he got a good look. as he was admiring your beautiful features you looked up locking eyes with him, they were wide pupils blown and lust controlling them. You had moaned again eyes shutting slightly and thats when he took notice to the motion of your arm, glancing down to the hand stuffed under your skirt.

“fuck lookie here little slut must love my cock” he groaned. He was so enticed by everything you did as you took him down your throat swallowing around his cock before grasping his balls once more.

“fuck oh god, I’m gonna cum” he released your hair using both hands to balance with the door. feeling his thigh muscles tense against your hands As he came you swallowed quick letting his hips fuck against your face as he chased his high all the way to the end.

you pulled back swallowing completely, watching him pull his briefs back on. looking up at him, he was smiling back down before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up to his level. “that was amazing” he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip “sweet little mouth” tom smirk made your face warm as he closed the distance between the two or you” right as his lips kissed up your neck he whispered “did so well I’ll let you pick the position I’ll fuck your brains out in”

[literaila]

always, kitchen floor

loki x gn! reader 

summary/request: reader is tony’s sibing, they’ve had a fight with him. loki just happens to be there... and again, a while later. 

content warning: alcohol, fighting, sibling things, murder. 

*

so you weren’t expecting the crash.

so you weren’t exactly the picture of grace on the floor.

so you weren’t supposed to be in here.

it’s not like he knew that. but what he did know was that as soon as he bashed into the room, you were falling towards the floor.

the small chuckle you could hear from behind the cabinet did not soothe any anger you were feeling. it was just digging itself a deeper hole in your chest, just making itself a home while whoever had scared you laughed along. it might’ve made you angrier.

“it’s alright,” an unrecognizable voice said, low and sour. someone was moving around. you didn’t even attempt to get up off the floor. you didn't care. 

“i’ve been told i have that effect,”

an audible sigh from you made the movement stop.

you closed your eyes, rapped your head against the floor softly. this was only one of the many things you couldn't deal with right now. a human interaction, a conversation. an effort. maybe you’d drunk a bit too much, maybe this was a dream.

you really didn’t want to get up. you were hoping for a hallucination. anything non-real.

“do i know you?” you croak out instead of crying. at least, if you’re going to die, you’ll get to know who killed you. at least, if you have to do this now, you can call the bastard by their name. 

“probably,” the voice sings out. perfect.

probably.

you stop your head, squeeze your eyes until they sting. you’re not sure why you’re not supposed to be in here again, but maybe it has something to do with this.

meeting perfect strangers you probably know.

“do you have a name?” you croak— again —your patience gone from every trace of your body. your effort extinguished from the fire that is building in your chest. the fire that's been there a while. 

“the god of mischief.”

you sit up. only a little. just enough to lean your head towards the voice.

it’s not like you were expecting that response.

“excuse me?” you say in your half-deflated, half surprised voice. your neck is straining from the glance you’re trying to get at the voice, but you keep attempting to lift your head

the footsteps start again, and it’s only a moment before the person comes into view.

before you see them, you hear the bells ringing in your head. this isn’t your house, this isn’t their house. you don’t know this person, and you’re acting completely sane.

it’s honestly not that bad of a situation.

it only takes one more pinch of your ligaments for your eyes to meet their face.

for your brain to touch them with all the memories you have.

probably.

yeah, well, probably was right.

maybe you’re starstruck for a moment, maybe your eyes widen, and maybe you’re staring at this giant person in front of you for way too long.

it doesn’t matter, because in what seems like a second to you, you lay back down. close your eyes.

“i’ve seen you on the news,” you say, a nonchalant mention, a passing sentence.

you were wrong, then. an alien interaction. 

the god of mischief— actually, if the news anchor from earlier had anything to say about it —is standing right next to you. right next to your practically dead body, and you don’t move an inch.

you’re sure you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t check. who cares, anyway? hes going to kill you soon. 

“have you?” he asks, an annoying disruption to your wallowing.

you grunt, don’t say anything else.

it’d be nice not to die in your own home. at least then no one will have to clean up any blood. they can sell the apartment again. it’d be nice to watch your brother's face as a ghost when he realizes. it’d be nice to get your revenge in the form of a bloodstain on the hardwood. it's a terrible thought that almost fills you with glee.

loki, who moves past you, opening cabinets and carrying around a ridiculous scepter (?) does not turn to look at you when he asks

“you’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

your snort is nothing more than a yes. is it really that obvious? i mean, yes, you look pretty bad, but that shouldn’t indicate to him that you’re in the wrong place.

he shouldn’t know that already.

“what makes you say that?”

loki puts down the bottle he’d been messing with, some expensive thing your brother would kill him for touching. not that you’re going to tell him that, you don't really mind. he turns and bangs his scepter against the ground, not completely on accident. “this countertop is engraved ‘tony stark’”

you roll your eyes, but he doesn’t notice.

“and, from what i’ve seen on the news” he teases the unfamiliar word around his lips “you aren’t him”

“ha,” you say, voice void of any emotion. it must really be that obvious, even to a god who has only been on earth for a few days and has never met you before. even to you, who’s been trying to catch up to tony for so long. “you’ve got me,” 

you grab the bottle you have next to you, the bottle you’ve been cradling all night in your hands like its some childhood blanket you dont want to let go of, and take a sip. its hard on the floor, and that fact is maybe the only thing that could actually convince you to sit up at this moment. 

so you do, and you look loki straight in the eyes while taking another sip. 

theres still half a bottle left, you dont really need to slow down. 

loki looks amused, looks so much less threatening than you would’ve thought after watching him get a group of well over a hundred people to kneel before him. so much less threatening without his words to back him up. or maybe, thats what makes him a villain. 

he looks kind of cute. 

“can i help you?” you say then, looking him in the eyes, bottle in hand. its your best impression of a salesperson, but he doesn't know that. hes just a god, after all, hes just a murder, definitely. 

“actually yes,” he moves towards you, scepter banging, his voice a slow river. “i was looking for someone-” 

“if its tony, you’re fresh out of luck, mr. mischief,” you sigh and stand up, pretending not to notice the substantial difference in heights between the two of you. “it would seem i’ve run him off,” you pause, take a sip, hold your finger up in a gesture for him to wait. “must’ve been my ceaseless charm.” 

loki doesnt say anything, just watches you with irritating eyes and waits for you to take another drink. you do, but not because of him. you’re thirsty, obviously. 

you hate that hes already predicting your movements, you hate that he looks so calm. you hate that if you werent still in your right mind you would probably tackle him without a moments notice. 

still, you watch him anyway. this isnt scary. nothing is scary right now, not even the prospect of death and the murderer in the room. not when you’ve just been left alone in this stupid building while tony runs off to do something else. 

not when your voice still hurts from screaming at him. 

“when will he be back?” loki asks, interrupting your thoughts and looking you up and down. any other day, you might’ve taken it as a compliment, might’ve smiled at him.

“never, if i had anything to say about it.” 

loki doesnt hesitate. “you seem awfully angry for such an angelic-looking person,” 

you snort, turn around to go searching through the cupboards again. “and you seem awfully murdery for a god,” 

“you’d be surprised,” he moves forward, leans his scepter against a chair, and continues to watch you. something about this, something about him is easing that feeling in your chest. the annoyance is almost gone, you know, if it werent for the fact that hes still certainly going to kill you. 

you know that he’d brainwashed other people, maybe thats what was happening now. 

you grunt instead of answer and grab a glass. its strange, this need you feel to keep him from murdering you. loki watches with curious eyes as you poor some of your bottle in the glass, then offer it to him. 

in fact, his eyes almost bludge out of his head as soon as you lift it towards him. 

“you’re giving this to me?” 

you smirk instead of scoffing, as a peace offering. “is it really that obvious?” 

he doesnt acknowledge the snide but takes the glass with careful hands. maybe he thinks humans have murderous cups. maybe hes just very untrusting. it doesnt matter, it makes you smile anyway. 

you grab the bottle, now more than half gone, and take a sip as loki thinks deeply about this drink you’ve given him. at least he isnt asking you why you’re angry anymore. 

“is it good?” he asks while staring at the contents of the glass. 

“you could just try it, you know.” 

he quirks a brow. sets the glass down on the counter. takes a step back. “how do i know you havent poisoned it?” 

you set your bottle down, lean your hands on the counter, and lean closer to him in a challenge. “you, quite literally, just watched me pour it.” 

loki considers this, tilts his head, and then steps forward and takes the glass. you laugh when he sniffs at it, but watch with hopeful eyes as he finally takes a sip. 

then promptly gags. 

“humans are disgusting creatures,” he says while gagging, moving far away from the glass. 

“and thats why you’ve come to conquer us, right?” you’re still smirking, still sipping, and still wondering what the hell this god is doing here. 

“think of it as a favor,” hes wincing, opening his mouth in what looks like an effort to get the taste out of his mouth. but still, he doesnt threaten you, doesnt curse you out, doesnt accuse you of poisoning him again. but then, he looks up. “in return, you might tell me where stark is?” 

there. thats it. no threatening, no murdering, no accusation. but still, he just wants something. your brother, of course. 

whats different from usual? 

“i dont know,” you answer, smile gone, moving away. you make sure to take the bottle with you, wherever you turn to go. wherever you want to run away to. 

you dont know, you’re not sure. this place is so big, and all of it is a prison you’ll never actually leave. the curse of blood relations. 

loki though, stops you before you can even attempt to leave, before you can make your escape before you start sobbing to this god who isnt even here for you. 

really, you should be thankful, really, you shouldnt care this much. really, you should’ve left ten minutes ago. you’re not even supposed to be here. 

the thought fills you with dread. effort, effort and pain. 

“you dont know?” he asks, doubtful. as if he knows you, as if he can already tell you’re lying. you scoff, then scoff again. damn the god of mischief, and damn your brother. arrogance does not look good on anyone. 

you try to push past him, shaking your head with hurt eyes that arent really for him. you try to move forward, but hes so much bigger than you, and hes got the upper hand. he knows you wont try to murder him, no matter what he wants to do to everyone on earth. 

“you are related to him, are you not?” another question, another shot of fuel to the fire that you thought had burned out. to the flame inside of you that doesnt seem to leave. 

“i dont like that you know that,” you say it softly, much softer than you mean to, and without noticing take a step back. put up the walls, so to say. get away from this alien that knows more about you than you do him. guard yourself before you actually get hurt. 

dont give him yet another reason to yell at you. 

“its not hard to guess. you have...erm” he pauses, looking small, looking more nervous, looking anything but godly. “the same mannerisms. and you talk a bit like each other.” 

you frown. dammit. 

“also, the way you talk of him reminds me of my brother.” 

you look up then, look up and see this god, this alien, this murderer that you dont even know. is he drunk now? you wouldnt have thought him to be such a light-weight. 

“okay...” maybe you’re weirded out, or maybe you’re tired, but you try to move away from him anyway. this is effort, and you dont need it. 

“you really dont know?” loki says, before moving out of your way. he sighs, looks defeated now. you’re not lying, but something in you kind of wants you to be. just so he’ll leave you alone, of course. just for some peace. 

just so he stops frowning at the floor. god, you dont even know him. 

and you, you just dont understand. hes the villain, hes evil, so why is he looking so innocent? why arent you scared of him? why havent you run in terror yet?

maybe you’re about to ask something, but loki moves first. he steps back, or forward, and grabs the glass you gave him, again. takes another sip. he doesnt gag this time, doesnt change his expression at all. 

“i thought you hated it?” you ask, shocked by this small thing, hurt still, by his words. maybe by his defeated look. 

loki sighs, smirks, does something with his face you cant comprehend. “its better with disappointment.” 

now its your turn to sigh. you cant leave this alien alone in tony’s kitchen. that’d be rude, plus, curiosity is human. 

its not his fault, really, that he needs to murder your brother. 

you go back, back to the counter, back to the floor, back to loki with his sad eyes and your bottle. you just go back, sitting down on the floor, where you were when he came in, and waiting for him to join you. 

it doesn’t take long, you can feel his cool from the five feet of distance between the two of you. 

its a moment before you ask. “do you really need my brother? i can probably call him.” an olive branch, so to say. 

loki laughs, chortles, something. maybe you’re feeling the effects of the alcohol now. he doesnt speak for a moment, just looks around, observing the room once again. you look with him, wait for his answer, hope its “no”. 

“no, not really.” he pauses, sighs. “well, yes. but, you seem very opposed to seeing him, so i’m guessing talking isnt on the table?” 

“you’d be right,” you take another sip, give him a smile you dont really mean. 

you’re not even sure why you’re here now. this is surreal. this is stupid of you. its in the name. 

“is he really as bad as he seems?” loki asks, tracing something on the floor. maybe gods are similar to humans, because you think you’ve seen this somewhere else. 

you laugh, though, anyway, and forget everything. “not really. hes sort of a good person, he just.. doesnt come off well.” to say the least.  

never has. never liked you much in the first place, but you have memories of him gifting you toys when you were kids. you have laughs, smiles. you had a family, once upon a time. 

you dont tell loki that though, you have enough sense not to. 

“i wonder if my brother would say the same thing about me?” 

and something about the way he says it, something about his face, about his words on the news, all of it. all of it reminds you of where you are, reminds you of who you are, and who you’re trying so hard not to be. 

emotionally compromised, you’re sure. this is a stupid thing to be doing. 

“well, you were going to murder me.” its a joke, but its better than what you wanted to say. its better than the truth you want to tell to this stranger you’ve just met. this god who feels peaceful somehow, behind all the terror. 

loki scoffs, so you know its okay, so you know you havent said the wrong thing yet. you know you havent gone insane, not yet, not now. 

“i would never murder someone so beautiful,” 

and maybe its the alcohol, maybe its your fight with your brother, maybe its loki’s kind words, maybe its everything. maybe you really are insane. maybe you’re angry enough for this to seem okay. maybe you’re stronger than you think, than tony thinks, to be here. maybe it’ll turn out okay. 

it doesnt matter, because the next thing you say, changes lots of things. 

“i guess you’re not so bad.” 

* 

“i’m old enough-” 

“you’re a child.” 

“tony, you dont get to decide whats best for me! in case you forgot, you’re only my brother. not my dad, he already died-” 

“in case you forgot, i’m in charge. you’re the most irresponsible, reckless person, and you’re not leaving here until i say so.” 

“you dont just get to decide-” 

“you will stay here. try not to mess anything else up.” 

*

2 years later.

the hallway is cold while you speed through it. 

you’re not actually moving that fast, but everyone else insists on keeping the air conditioning on at all times, so even the slightest of movements invites the goosebumps to attack your arms. 

maybe you’ll complain some more about it today. its a trivial thing you care about. it matters. 

what else matters? well, theres a meeting-- one you’re late to, who cares? theres a meeting and you were supposed to be there over a half an hour ago. 

but, to be fair, you were sleeping, everyone knows you were sleeping-- what else do you do during the days when they dont invite you anywhere? so why, honestly, would they schedule a meeting for now? why would they expect you to be awake? 

why are you so goddamn late. 

these are the irritating thoughts that get you moving faster to the conference room. these are the things you can think about while you prepare your excuse out loud, and hope that no one is listening. 

and these are the thoughts that you’re thinking as you crash through the door. 

literally. 

“oops,” you mutter before looking up. this is normal for you, but, you could’ve picked a better time to fall on the floor, or any other time rather. you’re already in enough trouble as is, you dont need the shame on top of that. 

it takes a moment, but your eyes glance forward, cautious. they scan the windows, the chairs you can barely see, and hesitantly, they look at the people sitting in them. 

tony, of course, is the first one you see. head of the table as usual. arrogant and staring at you like only a brother can. 

and then, with one more tilt of your head, you see someone else. you see him, sitting next to thor, next to all of these people who are staring at you-- most of them with amusement, all of them with amusement. you see him. 

hes here. 

but, you... you thought? you cant even get up-- now. because now you’re on the floor, and now those memories are flooding back and now, oh god, your brother is coming over to you and you’re still on the floor. 

this is ridiculous, this is impossible, and this is so so embarrassing. 

“loki,” tony starts as he reaches a hand out to you, throwing you a glance that is completely rude and not necessary. “this is y/n, our clumsiest avenger.” you’re sure you can hear him mutter something after that, and judging by the snickers across the room, you’re guessing it wasnt good. none of this is good. 

as soon as you’re standing next to him, you elbow him. small enough no one could see. he deserves it, and honestly, you need it. at least, you can get this shock, these pricks of pain on your heart, out somehow. 

“sorry,” you say, maybe to everyone, maybe to yourself. but you’re still looking at him, and hes still looking at you. you cant stop staring, cant stop, wont stop. 

you wonder if hes thinking the same thing you are. if he remembers like you do. 

loki stands then, presence of a god, smile of a bastard, lips that you’re sure you recognize. is this the same person? the same god of mischief? is this him? really? 

“hi, loki, lovely to meet you.” 

and, hes definitely got to be kidding you. hes definetly got to be joking, right now. 

you dont reach out to grab his hand, you dont move away from tony, and you dont even try to hide the glare from your eyes. you dont even attempt to make an effort. 

really? i mean, really? hes going to just.. 

okay, fine. fine. breathe, smile, breathe, yell. 

theres nothing you want more than to scream at him, in so many ways, for so many reasons. 

“yes, sorry, i dont shake hands. just bodies.” 

theres a chorus of clearing throats across the room. you pretend not to notice. instead, you smile at loki, pretend to also not to notice the threatening eyes tony is trying to throw you. pretend, again and again, that you dont know who this is. 

loki’s hand slowly falls, and he glances toward his brother worriedly, but even that couldnt annoy you more than his face does at this moment. 

“i’ll let you decide how, my prince.” you snide, smile, hate. 

and then, you walk to your sit and promtly sit down. you dont bother to look up from where your glance has landed on the floor. 

and you remain like that for the rest of the meeting. its fine, you’ve already missed half of it anyway. 

who cares? 

* 

“no, but really, where’d you get that?” 

“its asgardian,” loki leans forward, teasing you with his raised eyebrows. 

“i want it. how much?” you lean forward as well, completely serious. alcohol be damned, his scepter will be yours. you’re not one to kid. 

“you cant bargain with me, tiny human. you have nothing i want.” 

“im sure i could think of a few things... you dont even know how to be a proper villain!” you exclaim with a smirk of your own “you’re gonna want money when you’re thrown in jail.” 

“ill just take it off of you when i’ve decided im bored and offed you. plus, i’m a prince. and a god. i dont need money for anything.” 

“ha! like i could ever bore you. you seem awfully interested in me, prince loki.” 

you’re both closer, faces inches apart. really, its just the alcohol talking, but still. 

you’re smiling pretty big. 

*

you’re not sure how you got here again. how you ended up on this floor, in this kitchen, with this bottle, with these thoughts. not sure, but still. you cant really bring yourself to care too much. 

at least your throat doesnt hurt this time. at least you’re older, smarter, and most definitely not drunk. at least its not exactly the same. 

it takes more than that, now. it takes more than anything to make you angry, now. it takes a lot more to push you over the edge. you’ve grown, at least, in that aspect. 

but, you’ve been thinking of this for two years, you’ve been watching and waiting with hopeful eyes and this... this just isnt it. this isnt the dream, this isnt anything like what you’ve wanted. 

you’re still brainwashed and you’re still angry. you’ve been on the edge of the cliff for years now. 

it doesnt take much to fall off. 

you dont even know why, why you’re here, why this is happening, and its making it worse. 

you havent even seen him in two years, so why do you care so much if he wants to pretend that you’ve never met? you havent so much as spoken of him in two years, so why does it matter now that hes here? why is it so significant that he doesnt seem to care? 

you’re a fool. immature, idiotic. you’ve known this, you know this. you could’ve mentioned it every time you sat with hopeful eyes when an alien showed up, when a certain god of a certain storm appeared and you thought that maybe this time, he might’ve taken someone with him. 

you could’ve told yourself this every time you thought of him, every day you’ve thought of that night. you’re ridiculous, hopeless, and drunk. 

you’re drunk now, and you were drunk then. so why does it matter this much?

you’re drunk.

and really, this time you really arent expecting it when he walks in. 

its different from last time, different because you were already on the floor. different because now you’re mad at him, and because now for some reason you cant even explain, you know that its him. you can feel him from across the room. 

and this time, you’ve drunk a lot more. you’ve downed more than half a bottle, and you’re angrier. you’re happier, but so mad.

still, his quiet “hello” into the kitchen leaves your flame sparking. the lights are on, so he knows someone is in here. he knows you’re in here.

you’re not going to answer though, why would you? 

he doesnt repeat it, but his footsteps are clear, not accompanied with the banging of a gold scepter this time, no horns in sight. this is different, but you know exactly whats happening. you know exactly how he looks, now. 

these two years have felt like nothing, these two years of making up with your brother, of dreams of a certain god’s lips, of hoping that one day he might appear again, all of it means nothing now. there are too many memories, and you have known you’re insane for years. 

the footsteps stop again, and you know this time, hes waititng for you to answer. 

you’re drunk. that explains this feeling. you’re drunk now, you were drunk then. loki should leave because you really dont have the energy for fake pleasantries. 

“can i help you?” you ask, and try and breathe while you wait. you’re different now. 

“actually yes,” he says and its quiet. 

it leaves your stomach aching. 

“i’m looking for someone,” 

* 

“no! never, i will never ever-” 

“technically, you just did,” 

“i hate you.” 

loki laughs, throws his head back in a motion that is unnecessarily attractive to you. “you dont even know me, darling.” 

“i can hear your thoughts, actually.” 

you’ve been leaning on him for maybe the past five minutes. you’ve been sharing this second bottle for the last half an hour. somehow, it tastes better when he’s put his lips on it. 

“is this a human trait i’m unaware of?” he sounds so serious you giggle. 

“no, just me. you picked the wrong person to drink with,” 

“and what am i thinking about now, then, since you can hear it?” 

you turn to him, you turn and theres something different in your eyes. 

“exactly what i’m thinking,” you whisper, staring down, staring at him in the same way hes staring at you. 

what are you thinking of? well, thats simple. 

*

“fresh out of luck, prince. theres no one here.” 

your voice is quiet, your head is pounding, but you cant have a hangover already. you cant be sick now, in this moment. 

its not pounding because of that, and you cant even pretend. 

its dark outstide, which you know, considering that its the middle of the night and you shouldnt even be awake. you shouldnt even be in here, considering tony banned you from stealing from his cabinets. considering, you’ve been here before. considering, all of it. 

arent you only supposed to make the same mistake once? 

“really?” he asks in an amused voice you recognize. hes closer now, you can feel it. you can hear it, the goosebumps are all over you. the buzzing started minutes ago. 

you lay down, on the floor, breathing in and out, feeling your stomach clench with every step he takes. this is ridiculous, you should be asleep, he should be on a different planet. 

“its late. go to bed, loki.” your voice is still quiet, but theres a warning in it. 

“i have a vague inkling that you arent strict with bedtime,” 

his voice is stupid, you’re stupid. why are you just sitting on the floor? 

“no, but i am strict about lying. in that, i hate it. go away.” 

maybe he wasnt expecting the sharpness in your voice, or for you to be laying on the floor. but his eyes when he stands over you, his eyes are almost how you remember them. 

* 

“did you brainwash me?” 

you’re breathless. you cant breathe. and you cant be drunk now, because you never want to forget this, you never want him to move away. 

he tastes alien, he tastes different than anything you’ve ever tasted before, and you just cant stop. 

you lean in again, let your mouth be filled with the sweet cold of his. hes cooling you down in only the best kind of way. 

“not yet,” he says, he says and lets his hands roam across your hips, across your skin in a completely tantalizing way. you cant be drunk now, because you’d never feel like this if you were. 

you’re both breathless. you both cant breathe. 

“are you going to?” 

another kiss, another moment, another taste. you want to smile, but that would require you to move away from him, and you just cant do that.

“i dont need to,” he says, he promises. he smiles, and its evil. evil in how much it stops your heart. this cant be happening. “you’ve been dreaming of this.” 

you’re sure, he knows something you dont. hes done something to you, but you cant complain. 

you really can’t stop.

*

“are you upset?” he asks. its nothing he would’ve said before, its not a question that would’ve crossed his mind two years ago. this isnt him. 

you dont know how you know that, but you do. you know. you’ve met him before, and you’ve known him since then. in case he forgot. 

you laugh at the thought, laugh and laugh. you’re drunk. “is that sympathy i detect in the god of mischief’s voice?” you ask, and laugh. 

maybe he’ll leave just because you’re laughing so much. wouldnt that be nice? wouldnt that break your heart again, off you for good, finally?  

“well, you’re definitely intoxicated.” its sarcastic, its serious, and it makes your blood boil. who is he to judge you? who is he to say anything to you? to be here now, and expect you to answer questions?

you sit up, stare at him for too long, and then your face is a scowl hotter than the sun. you hope hes terrified, but you feel so small. you hope hes terrified, but you know hes not. how could he be, when you’re sure you look like a mess, worse than last time? 

“you would know a lot about that, wouldnt you loki? considering you were so drunk that you’ve forgotten all about me?” its rhetorical, its cruel, and it makes his eyes falter the tiniest bit. 

this. this is what you dont need. this is an emotion you never want to feel again, because you’re tired of the anger. you’ve been living it all your life, and you’e tired of it. but maybe thats what drew loki to you, maybe thats what he likes best. maybe thats why hes still standing in front of you. 

maybe thats what makes him a bad guy. 

he doesnt answer, and so you continue. you continue and you should just stop speaking. “excuse me, your highness, but i really just want to be alone right now. so, if you wouldnt mind, i’ve already claimed the kitchen floor.” you laugh, gesture somewhere you dont know. “tony has plenty of other spaces for you to infiltrate.” 

you think maybe its enough. you think hes going to leave, you think you’ll get to be alone for the rest of the night, maybe drink enough to forget that you ever met him, but then hes still standing there. he doesnt move an inch. 

you dont know what hes still doing here. you can see the light reflecting on his face, you can see his blank eyes, you cant see anything in him that you want anymore. of course, except everything. 

“loki,” you groan and stand up. you set the bottle on the counter next to you, and cross your arms. waiting. for anything, for everything. 

“i didnt forget you, and i wasn’t drunk.” 

oh, really? you scoff, scoff and take another sip before answering. 

“well, thats lovely for you, but-” 

“i was trying to be considerate, in case you didnt want your brother to know we’d already met.” 

some part of you, one you left behind two years ago when you woke up all alone, some part of you thinks thats sweet. some part of you wants to smile just because he said it. some part of you. 

the other part, just wants to scream. 

“well, thanks loki, but ‘considerate’ would’ve been, maybe, not leaving me to wake up alone in the morning.” 

really, its time for bed now, so, promptly, you try to past him, you try and try and. 

you’re back in the past again. goddamn, him.

*

“we shouldnt be-” you gasp before you can finish. you gasp and loki laughs against your skin. “this is a kitchen-” 

“there are worse places,” he promises in an awfully smooth voice, a voice you think you’ve maybe been dreaming of for years, a voice you want to drink. you’re intoxicated, and its not the alcohol. 

“loki, i’m drunk, you’re drunk.” 

“i am not drunk,”

“okay, mr. god, but this is still a kitchen.” 

he smiles up at you, kisses your skn again. 

“shh,” he says. 

you gasp again. 

* 

“..i had to leave. i didnt think it would...” he stops, stares at you for a moment before looking down. hes standng in front of you, not letting you move, not letting you think. “i didnt think it would worry you. i’m terribly sorry,” 

it sounds sincere, but then again, so did his promises before. 

“okay, loki.” you relent, you sigh, you take a step back and smile at him. none of it is real. “cool, thats nice. i’ll be going to bed now-” 

“i’ve wanted to see you for two years,” 

your mouth drops open. your eyes buldge, and you almost want to smack him. this, this is really all grand. 

this is so unfair. this is a cruel reminder you never wanted. this is a nightmare, come true. 

“i’m drunk. i’m leaving,” 

but again, he stops you, he stops you and you dont know why. why he wont just let you go, why he sought you out tonight, why this matters, why you care. 

why you got so goddamn attached to him that night, why you’d felt like a new person when you woke up the next morning and he was gone. 

you take a breath in. you smile again, you push down the flames burning at your throat. “we can both forget it, if you’d prefer. i promise i wont tell anyone, and we can just move on.” 

the words, the words you’re trying to offer him as a method of peace, those words, they send loki away from you. they make his face shift, they make him move back. 

he looks angry now. he looks how you feel.

“you want to forget it?” he asks, even though you just said it, even though you’ve already answered that question. even though, he knows what you meant. 

you arent slurring your words. 

“i just want to...” you cant finish that sentence though, and instead you nod. its enough, it doesnt take effort and its nothing special. it’s the truth, so, he’ll have to accept it.

you’ll go to bed now, you’ll forget that you’ve wanted to talk to him, that you still want to kiss him now. you’ll forget, and so will he. 

it will be easy. nothing more than a piece of cake. 

* 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers later, later when you cant remember your name, when you’ve remembered that you still havent even told him. 

“for what?” 

he kisses your neck instead of answering. 

‘you’re beautiful,” he says, you cant breathe, and hes still speaking. “i didn’t tell you before,” he breathes in and you can feel it in your stomach, can feel that sweet swirling deep inside. “i’m sorry”

“don’t worry about it..”

its late now, too late. you dont want to go to sleep. you never want to fall asleep again, not when you’ve just.. 

not with him. 

the kitchen floor is awfully comfortable. your eyes are falling, faster than you want them to.

*

“just want to what?” hes not hearing the words, and no matter what you might’ve said, you cant read his mind. 

“loki,” its another warning, because hes moving closer, because you can feel him again, because you still remember how he tastes. because that buzzing, the buzzing you’ve felt for so long, its digging itself deeper into your skin. 

“i dont want to forget,” he saiys, and no matter how much you want to believe it, it just sounds like another empty promise. sounds like something you’ve already heard. 

its not enough, but its just want you want. what you want is just there.. 

“i was drunk that night, i was sick. i was...” 

angry is the word you’re thinking of, but his lips are the ones you can feel. but his smile is the one you want, but his eyes, but his face, but his skin. 

his lips, his face, his skin, his touch. its been in your mind since then. its been glued to your thoughts. its stuck, and you want to peel it off. 

you arent supposed to be here, you arent supposed to be in this room, you arent supposed to be drinking this liquor, and you arent supposed to kiss him. 

you’ve gone insane for sure now. you aren’t supposed to do this.

and so, you do. 

*

you’re on the floor when you wake up. your head is pounding, your eyes are glued shut, but somehow they’re open. 

you dont remember where you are, you dont remember why you’re here. 

but you do remember... loki. loki, murderer, god, thief. he was here, you’re in the kitchen. 

his eyes, his lips, his peace, his lips, his skin, oh god. 

he was here. 

you look, you look around, you feel the pain in your body, you feel the anger piling up, you feel the ache in your neck, you feel it all and you look around. 

hes gone. he is. 

your head is pounding and hes gone. you cant remember why. 

*

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