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gravestrain · 4 months

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And he feels like home (j. hughes)

Happy winter fic exchange! @one-night-story I am so thrilled to be able to have written this for you! I hope I created something that you love that you feel fully represented in and safe to read. 🩷

Demi @wyattjohnston, thank you as always for creating such a wonderful event for our community. Your hard work for these exchanges will never go unnoticed by me, I appreciate you so much.

And thank you to @thomasschabot for proofreading this for me and making sure it was accessible for all to read, I appreciate you so much my friend!

Title was taken from long story short by Taylor Swift. This is 4.7k words, gender neutral reader. It has been double checked by lovely c to ensure that it is safe for all to read <3

new neighbor

You considered yourself to be a very patient person. You were also extremely understanding. You didn't get upset or frustrated by much. You were a good person, sometimes you allowed people to get away with things for their own sake, even if it inconvenienced you in anyway. But at this point, you had had enough.

Since you moved into your apartment in August, you could probably count on one hand the amount of times you had talked to your neighbors. You were in the corner apartment, the last at the end of the hall, your only neighbors being two young men who you presumed to be brothers.

You ran into them a few times in the hallway, the two of them hardly ever separated. You knew they left in the mid afternoon, usually in suits. You assumed it was for work, but you never felt inclined to ask. They usually look rushed, the older one pestering the younger one to "hurry up" as he got out the door.

It was only this week that you had learned their names. A piece of their mail had accidentally been dropped in your box. The name addressed as "Jack Hughes." You contemplated what to do with it, standing at their door with the letter in your hands for a few minutes when the door suddenly burst open, the younger brother opening the door.

"Oh! Hello," he muttered out awkwardly. Neither of you had known the other's name, but you both knew each other as neighbors. "Hi! Are you Jack?" You asked awkwardly, not holding out the card, making your question seem like a random inquiry. "No, I'm Luke, Jack is my brother. Why do you ask? Do you need something?" He asked in an almost bothered tone, as if people frequently came to him asking for unwanted favors.

"Oh! Duh. A piece of Jack's mail got put in my box by accident. I assume it's okay if I drop it with you?" You asked, making you almost instantly face palm. "Yep, that works. Anyway, I'm late to something. Thanks for dropping it off..." He mumbled off at the end, not knowing what to insert for your name. You told him your name, and that was that.

That was earlier this week. This was now Friday. Occasionally, you could tell that they had some small parties. Nothing too outlandish for an apartment building that shared thin walls, but a decent amount of people resulting in a louder volume. You were young yourself, you were never going to complain for a small amount of volume on the occasional Saturday night. This however, had been far too much.

You swear this was the 3rd night in a row of their little parties, and you had dealt with far too much. It was mid April, you were studying for a big exam you had. Part of your move in August was to signal the start of your journey to get your masters degree. You were almost done with the semester, just a few big exams in between, this being one of them. You knew that it seemed a little lame, studying for exams on a Friday night, but part of the move was moving to New Jersey where there was a school that was one of the best in the country for your intended major, not super close to home. With all of your studying and academic work, including working to pay for the apartment and schooling, you didn't have much time to socialize. You had gone to coffee with some people from your classes, but not much beyond that, not enough to warrant Friday night plans towards the end of the semester.

Slamming your textbook, you decided you had officially reached your limit. You paced back and forth a bit, trying to calm down a bit in an attempt to hopefully not absolutely lose it on your neighbor. It wasn't that late, but you had been studying all day with minimal breaks. You couldn't see the end of the studying in sight if your neighbors kept the music at the volume they had. You wondered how the people on the other side of them weren't bothered by the noise, but then again you had probably seen them even less than you had seen Jack and Luke.

You slipped your feet into the pair of shoes closest to the door, banging on the door in an attempt for them to hear it over the blaring music. You took a small step back when a man you didn't recognize answered the door. "Can I help you?" A dark haired man with an accent asked. Before you could open your mouth, a very energetic Jack came bustling towards the door. "Y/N! To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked with a charming smile, almost causing your reserve to break down. But when your brain came back after the sound of the music blared through your ears, you remembered why you were over here.

"Do you know what time it is?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's only 11. It's a Friday night. But based on your casual attire, I doubt that matters much to you," Jack quipped at your casual pajamas. "For your information, Jack, I'm studying for a big exam. Clearly you don't know much about that." You snapped back.

"For your information, my team just made the playoffs. We have a lot to celebrate." Jack flexed, causing his chest to puff out a bit. "I don't care which of your beer league teams made the playoffs, but I would really like to pass my first year of my masters program and not have to repeat. That is, after all, how I ended up here, as your neighbor." You were starting to lose your patience, and instead of Jack surrendering, he started laughing.

"Beer league, huh. Do you not know?" You rolled your eyes. "If this is your attempt at a 'Do you know who I am?' moment, you're failing severely. Or even better, if it's going to be a 'do you know who my father is?' Just save me the time, I have an exam to study for," you had one foot out the door when Jack grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Relax, I just figured you knew because that seems to be all anyone wants from us who lives in this building. Favors relating to our job. Luke and I play for the New Jersey Devils, the NHL team around here. It's okay that you don't know, however I hope now that you do, you'll choose us to be your favorite team." Jack smirked at you, causing you to giggle, which resulted in you immediately covering your mouth. What was happening to you? You didn't giggle over charming guys.

"Oh, did you guys win or something? Seems like an awfully long time to be celebrating one win," you quipped. "We made it into the playoffs. We are the number one seed. We've been celebrating for a few days because we have a bit of time off. I am sorry, it is probably excessive. We'll turn it down and remind the guys that we aren't the only ones who live here." Jack put his tail between his legs. You did feel a bit bad, but you were glad the noise was going to at least quiet down.

"I hope I didn't come off like a jerk, I just got flustered. I know you didn't know. I shouldn't have come over attacking." You muttered, causing Jack to smile.

"I'll accept your apology on one condition. Do you think you can find some time in your busy finals schedule to come to one of our games? I can get you more details when the playoffs schedule comes out, but I would it if you could come. I think Luke might be a little jealous that I softened you up first, but it just adds for some more bragging rights on the kid."

You couldn't believe your ears. Your cute, albeit a little clueless neighbor, was not only a professional athlete, but he was also asking you on a date if you weren't mistaken.

"Well Jack, I'd love to, but you just better hope I pass this exam." You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Good thing we're gonna turn the volume down."

2. first game

What do you wear to a hockey game that you were invited to by your neighbor who you have only talked to a few times but you think he may have been awkwardly potentially flirting with you when he invited you?

You were digging through your closet, looking for something appropriate to wear for probably one of the most awkward, unique events you have ever been to. You can't say that you had ever been to a professional hockey game. You weren't clueless to the rules and such, you just never had the opportunity to attend one in person.

Not to mention, you were going alone. You only had a few casual friends at school through this point in the year, and it didn't feel appropriate to bring any of them to this... interesting event you were going to. Plus, you were certain that you would be wrapped up in the game. You were nervous enough as is, and you can't imagine if you had to sit there and make awkward small talk with one of your classmates who might be able to say what your last name is.

Sitting in the uber on the way there made you start to question your choice of agreeing to go to the game. You had no idea how this would go other than you knew that Jack had slipped the ticket under your door earlier this morning and written on it was instructions on how to get to the gate. One thing that caused your cheeks to heat was that on the bottom of the post it note, was his phone number.

This made it feel almost official in a way, having his phone number. Before you could dwell on it too much, your uber pulled up to the door that Jack directed you to. You thanked the driver and walked in to the stadium, immediately overwhelmed by everything. For a second you considered turning around and making something up to Jack that you were sick, but when you took a second to look around, you saw so many happy people with Jack's last name plastered across their backs, number 86 standing proudly. You felt a sense of pride for Jack, though you weren't sure how to feel about that.

That sense of pride never went away once the game started. Your eyes were on Jack from the second his feet touched the ice, and the moment he sat on the bench. Your eyes followed him all the way to the bench, wishing the time he wasn't on the ice would go faster. You wondered why you had never been interested on hockey. Jack was so talented, and the game ended with him scoring a goal and getting two assists. You thought for a second that he was looking up at you when he scored, but you shook your head quickly to rid your brain of those thoughts.

As the game ended, it suddenly occurred to you that you weren't sure how this would end. You sat in your seat for a while letting the seats clear out, preparing to walk towards the gate that you entered in, opening the uber app. As soon as your phone unlocked, a message from Jack popped up on your phone.

"Meet me outside," it read. "I'd like to take you to dinner and drive you home. I'll meet you by the gate you entered in."

Your cheeks flushed at his admission, suddenly looking down at your outfit. Was this appropriate for a dinner date? You were not planning on this at all. You checked what you looked like in the front camera of your phone. Before you could decide whether or not you looked appropriate, you heard a familiar laugh. Your chest warmed at the idea that his laugh could be so familiar, so homey despite the fact that the two of you had not spent much time together.

Jack's feet sped up as he caught up to you, just excited to see you after a great win. His smile was contagious when he saw you standing there, staring at your sneakers in an attempt to not be noticed by the rest of the guys who might ask questions.

In the end, it wasn't Jack who spoke up first. It was Luke. "Y/N! I'm so glad you came! I wanted to score for you, but unfortunately this guy beat me to it," he smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You tried to relax into his arms, telling yourself this was a new normal in your life. Casual banter with your neighbors who just so happen to be professional athletes making millions of dollars.

"Hey back off, I invited them. You dropped the ball. Your turn is up, by the way," Jack muttered, causing Luke to give a quizzical look. Taking advantage of Luke's moment of confusion, Jack sneaks around him and puts his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. A noise of surprise comes out of your mouth. Not discomfort, just surprise at his sudden display of physical affection. "That was awesome!" Jack yelled. "Did you have so much fun?" He asked, pulling away to see your face looking up at him.

"Well it would have been more fun if Luke scored for me but I guess I'll settle for your points," you teased. He smiled, his cheeks turning red at your teasing. "Y/N, is Jack blushing? Did you turn him into a shy mess?" Luke teased and Jack groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. "I just want to impress you," he smiled which caused your entire body to heat up. It never occurred to you that he wanted to impress you. That you were there because he wanted you to be impressed with his game and how he played.

"Well don't worry, I was thoroughly impressed. Would you like to go to dinner now?" You asked. "Am I invited? Is this like a neighborly get together?" Luke was now teasing you both, causing both of you to get bashful. "Dude, clearly this is a date," Jack mumbled, causing your eyebrows to raise. "Clearly? Is that what we're calling it now. I mean I certainly thought it was, but you never asked me." You and Luke were truly just having fun with the teasing now.

"Jack, it's not very gentlemanly to assume it's a date. You really should ask, especially with someone like Y/N. They're a catch!" Jack was glaring daggers into Luke. "Yes, I should. Y/N, I would like tonight to be a date. Will you go out on a date with me?" Jack asked, grabbing your hand in his. You were grinning, nodding your head. "Well then, Luke I think it's past your bedtime. Why don't you go home with Holtzy and I will take Y/N out for dinner?" Luke shook his head, giggling. "Wouldn't you like that," he laughed. "Luke-" "Fine! Fine! I'm done. I'll go. Y/N, it was a pleasure to laugh with you. You kids enjoy yourself."

"I have a feeling we will."

3. first (real) date

Your dinner with Jack was perfect. You finally got the news back that you had passed the exam you were stressing about, and to celebrate, you got your favorite take out and watched Jack's game on the couch with a glass of wine. It was strange, to whole heartedly notice his absence when him and Luke were away for games. Right now, they were on a short West coast road trip, Denver, Arizona, and Seattle, and then heading back home for a few days off before a home game.

This was their last game being gone, and you found yourself waiting hopefully for Jack to come back. You had been texting a lot on the road trip, Jack even calling you once after he crawled into the empty bed next to Jesper's bed. According to Jack, his friend, teammate, and road roommate Jesper slept like the dead, even going as far as to wearing headphones when he slept, so there was no concern of the call waking him up. That didn't stop you from keeping your voice to a low volume, which Jack of course countered by yelling an obnoxious "What was that?" whenever he couldn't hear you.

After a Devils win, you crawled into bed for the night, finding yourself thinking of Jack, and how you couldn't wait to see him. You were in so deep.

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As you cleaned up the remnants of your late afternoon lunch, a knock sounded on your door. You had a feeling you knew who it was, but you still checked the peephole to see Jack's face on the other side, nervously rocking back and forth on his feet, holding something in his hand.

Flowers.

"Hi, it's so good to see you!" You smiled, welcoming him inside. "These are for you. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but I wanted to ask you something, so I thought these might help. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to dinner with me on Friday? We have a game on Thursday night, and I thought a more formal, not after a game greasy pizza joint dinner would be fun. That is, if you are interested? If not, it's okay, I was just," you finally cut him off with a hand on his arm. "Jack! I'd love to. The flowers are beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me. I would love nothing more." You smiled, causing an audible sigh to come from Jack's lips.

"Oh thank God! Sorry, I didn't want to ramble, I just really got nervous. I wanted you to say yes but I didn't want to sound weird or make you uncomfortable." He smiled. Neither of you knew what was going on. Jack was stunned that his neighbor who he had barely talked to but admired from afar had turned him into a nervous, blushing mess. You also couldn't say you were expecting to fall for your neighbor. But when he was gone, you came to that conclusion: you were absolutely falling for Jack. You were falling for him, you couldn't understand how it had happened or why, but you absolutely were.

When it came time for your date to come, you felt more nervous than you did for the game. Jack had let you know that you were going to be going to a nicer restaurant. You picked his brain a bit at what to wear. What you didn't know is that he had preplanned his outfit, mannerisms, conversations, basically his every move for the date with his mom and brothers. Well, mostly Quinn. When Luke saw how nervous he was, he was constantly teasing him. Luke loved to tease him about how you should have fallen for him instead of Jack. Of course it was all jokes, as soon as the two of you started hanging out Luke could immediately see the chemistry between the two of you. He knew that your connection was much deeper than any sort of joke he could make. He was really happy for his older brother, finally seeing him fall for a person who made him truly happy.

When you decided on an outfit that was both appropriate for the occasion and made you feel good about yourself, you started pacing by the front door of your apartment, anxiously waiting for Jack to come. It was about 10 minutes before he said he would arrive. On the other side of the wall, Jack thought about coming a few minutes early, but his mom immediately shut that down. Jack argued that he wanted to seem timely and didn't want to keep you waiting. Ellen shut him down, though.

"How long does it take you to walk 10 steps next door? You never want to rush someone getting ready, especially for a first date." Luke was cackling in the background, of course.

At 6:00 on the dot, Jack was knocking on your door. He was almost more nervous than when he came by a few days before asking if you wanted to go to dinner with him, if that was even possible. When you opened the door, Jack planted his feet in the ground, willing himself to not fall over on his ass and make a complete fool of himself.

You were absolutely stunning. You looked so amazing in Jack's eyes. He felt himself blushing as soon as you opened the door. He was thanking his lucky stars, wondering how he had gotten so lucky as to find someone as special as you.

"Y/N..." he finally breathed out, his heart racing. "What? Do I look okay?" You began to feel nervous under his intense gaze, your hands instinctively picking at your fingernails. "Okay would be an insult. You look incredible. These are for you, by the way," Jack handed you the flowers he forgot he even had. "That's so sweet! You didn't have to bring me flowers. The ones you brought me a few days ago are still going strong. They will look beautiful together, though."

You took a minute to put the flowers in a vase. Jack was watching you from afar, you felt his eyes on you, following you around your small kitchen. Truthfully, he was admiring you. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of you, putting flowers in the vase that he bought for you, getting ready for the date that he was taking you out on. He felt like he won the lottery.

When you turned around, you saw him blushingly admiring you, causing your own cheeks to heat up. "What has you so smiley?" you asked, taking a step closer to him, bravely grabbing his hand in yours. You rubbed your thumb over his hand in an attempt to help him feel calm. Jack was certain no one had ever made him feel this nervous. Certainly not someone he was dating. "I just can't believe how beautiful you are. I feel so lucky that you are going out with me."

Both of you were nervous wrecks at this point. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were leaning forward, kissing him on the cheek. As soon as Jack felt your lips on his skin, he knew he had to kiss you. "Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips," he muttered, causing you to giggle. "Yes Jack, you can kiss me, like on the lips." He groaned at your teasing, but before he could throw his head back exasperatedly, you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own.

Jack felt himself melt, holding onto your waist in an attempt to hold himself up straight. It was official. You had softened Jack into a gushy, pillowy mess. And Jack had never been so happy.

+1. as a couple

6 months later

"Jack, honey, if you keep stomping any louder, the people below us are gonna come complain," you muttered teasingly at him. "You really think they can hear you? Besides, if they came and complained, I would simply explain to them that my amazing partner, whom I care for very much, is meeting my family for the first time, and I think they would understand." He quipped back, causing you to laugh.

Jack's parents were coming in to town for the first time in the new season. Before you met Jack, you had long planned to spend the summer abroad with your closest friend. Jack was thrilled for you, but disappointed you wouldn't be able to spend time together over the summer at his summer house. He did however, jet off to meet you in Italy for a week, which was perfect. Ordinarily, you probably would have met Jack's parents already, but with the chaos of your summer, it was now the Devils home opener, and you had yet to meet your boyfriend's parents.

"If I'm so amazing, why are you so nervous for me to meet them?" Jack groaned, causing you to laugh. Teasing each other was something so common, but it was always done lovingly. It was almost a love language of sorts between the two of you.

"Babe, how many times have I talked to Quinn on FaceTime with you? And Luke is the best friend I have here in Jersey, besides you obviously, so it's just your parents. Who, by the way, we have also Facetimed with a handful of times together."

"I know, but in person it's different. They might get knocked on their ass by your good looks and charm, just like I was. And besides, if you think Luke's teasing and sarcasm is bad, just wait until you meet my dad. Where do you think he gets it from?" Jack continues to ramble. To an outsider, it might look like Jack didn't want you to meet his parents, but you both knew it was the complete opposite. The two of you hadn't been together for that long, but in a way that didn't matter. Jack was close to saying the "l word," and you probably weren't that far behind him. He wanted you to meet his parents because he wanted them to love you as much as he did. You felt the same way.

In an attempt to stop his never ending nerves, you took the few steps across the room towards him, putting your hand on his cheek and pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Jack, I am thrilled to meet your parents. If it makes you feel any better, I am a bit nervous too. I want them to like me. Although, I'm sure you've bored them to tears with stories making me seem like I'm the most amazing person on the Earth." "Because you are," Jack intervened, serious as a heart attack.

You laughed at his genuine tone, he was always buttering you up. "They'll love you, because you're amazing. Besides, Lukey and Quinn already love you. This will be easy work for you. The shock of me being in a serious relationship has already worn off. They're thrilled to meet you," you laughed at his half hearted attempt at a joke.

"Besides, I'm sure they will be so excited to meet the person who has turned you into a sap," you laughed, causing Jack's mouth to open in shock. "I am not a sap!" He tried to quip back, but you both knew he was absolutely lying. He was so soft on you, something none of his loved ones had ever seen. "Jack, yesterday you laid your nice jacket over a puddle in the nasty streets of Jersey for me to walk over because there was no way around it," you stared back at him. "That puddle was huge! Your pant legs would've been soaked, I know you would've hated that." You laughed at his kind hearted attempt at an explanation.

"You are one of a kind Jack Hughes," you started. "I truly love you." As soon as the words came out of your mouth, your hand covered it in shock. Of course you loved Jack, but you were so nervous to tell him. You had never said those words to someone romantically before, and you were both certain he would say it first, even though you hadn't talked about it before.

"You love me?" He asked, his voice quivering. "Of course I love you, did you miss the puddle story? I would be crazy not to have fallen in love with you." At this point, both of your eyes were watery, Jack's grip on your shoulders never wavering. "Oh my God, you love me. Oh my God, wait, I love you! I love you so much! I can't believe I haven't said it back yet! I love you!" Jack was over the moon, causing you to laugh wetly.

You had absolutely softened Jack to his core. But you were nothing but soft for him, the two of you a perfect match for each other. When you pulled each other in for a kiss, the love between the two of you was imminent, the nerves of the upcoming event melting away. Jack couldn't wait to introduce you to his parents as his partner whom he loved so much, and you couldn't wait to love them as much as you loved him.

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maple-the-awesome · 3 months

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Body Swap || Part 2/2

Part 1 ||

Pairings: Legend, Time, Twilight, Warrior x Reader

Overview: A wizard's spell leaves you both in a state of confusion, especially upon realizing you're no longer in your assigned bodies. No Wind for this one, so we'll just give him a cookie and spare him the trauma for today -.-/🍪 The other boys are at my mercy, though

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Panic ensues nearly the second your situation becomes realized. Legend frantically tugs at his hair and clothing, hoping this to be some sort of illusion cast by that wizard, however his senses only confirm his fears: you've switched bodies.

You're him and he's you which probably shouldn't be as big of a deal as he makes it out to be considering how much worse this could've gone, after all, a greater enemy might've caused actual harm, yet that doesn't stop him from being upset.

Out of everyone this could've happened with - out of all nine of his traveling companions - why did this have to happen with you, the only girl in the group?! Nevermind that you're also his crush!

"I can't believe this..." He groans, picking at another strand of hair and holding it in front of his face. Alas, the color isn't the same as his usual faded pink, "Give me back my body!"

You whip your head around at Legend's demand, finding yourself mildly offended by it which is shown through the placement of your hands on your hips, "Don't you think I would if I could? Like it or not, I think we're stuck like this –"

"- Are you kidding me -?!"

"- Until the spell either wears off or we find a way to reserve it," You narrow your eyes when he interrupts. Standing, you dust yourself while he copies the action except with some added complaints and curses mumbled under his breath.

"I can't believe this. Of course, this is how my day would end. I can't ever catch a break, can I?! The others are never going to let this go. It's all we're going to hear about for the next week!"

"Geeze, I didn't know a day in my body would be so terrible for you."

Legend frowns, not intending to make you feel bad. It's not like you asked for any of this yourself. You’re equally as inconvenienced. It's just...reeeally weird and uncomfortable knowing that he's technically you right now. He's currently in the body of the girl he finds most attractive and sometimes daydreams about –

"I'm sure you're not having any more fun than I am. Let's just get out of here and find a solution as fast as possible, okay?" Legend hastily grabs your hand, intending on getting you both out of this dungeon before you can notice the redness to his cheeks (at least, he's sure he'd be blushing if in his own body right now. Is it even visible on your cheeks, though?), however almost as soon as he pulls, he's nearly thrown back against your unmoving weight.

Kill him now. He isn't used to not having his power bracelets.

"Did you...want me to follow you?"

"...Obviously..."

"Do you also want me to hold your hand so you don't get lost?" You give his hand a squeeze, all the while wearing a shit-eating grin that makes his face even warmer than before.

"...Forget it and fuck off," With that, he drops your hand and marches off, yet you aren't far behind, chasing after him while clearly having too much fun with his reaction.

"You know, this is usually the point when you ask me if I'm on my time of month! Is that your problem, Vet? You're already hormonal after just a few minutes in a girl's body?"

Has his laugh always been this obnoxious? Does he owe Warrior an apology?

"...Well, this is troublesome."

Your eye twitches after Time's calm 'evaluation' of the situation, "...'Troublesome'? You THINK?! You know, when I woke up this morning, I did not expect to end up becoming a sixty-year-old man -!"

"- Sixty? Is that how old you think I am?"

"Well, you act like it sometimes!" You defend, huffing at the end of your sentence before trying to rise onto your feet which still feel wobbly due to that wizard's spell. It takes you a second - and you almost tumble forward like a newborn giraffe, causing you to start swinging your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance - but eventually you do succeed in the basic human function called 'standing', "We need to find the Veteran. This is his stupid world, so I'm blaming him for this happening!"

Time, meanwhile, takes pity upon you by letting your previous comment slide. Unlike you, he easily gets to his feet as if ending up in someone else's body is an everyday occurrence for him. His new height is something you take immediate notice of, mentally noting how strange it is to be looking down at someone – let alone him – from so far up. Is this how it always feels for him? No wonder he took on the mantel of being the 'dad' of the group so quickly. You all probably look like literal children to him!

"Thank Hylia we camped close to the dungeon. The others should be getting ready for dinner at this point, so they'll all be in attendance to take joy in our misery," You smile sarcastically with a wave of your hand, however you only take a few steps forward before turning around and realizing that Time isn't following you. His face also looks rather...alarmed?

"...You okay there?"

He hums and gives you an awkward thumbs up, yet that doesn't change his expression any nor does he immediately move to follow you. He simply stands there, his face bright with embarrassment until he finally clears his throat, "I...think I might've had an accident?"

"An 'accident'...?" You scrunch your nose, needing a moment to understand what he could possibly mean. Did he just piss himself as you? You would've thought he'd have more self-control even if he isn’t technically himself. Sure, it might be scary opening your eyes to find yourself in someone else's body, but it's not that scary to warrant - ...Oooh...You get what he means now...

When the realization sinks in, you can feel your own face grow warm. You had forgotten all about that, "Oh shit. I, um...Yeah that's not – It's harmless, really. You'll be fine, it's just -...You know what, just don't worry about, okay? Let's focus on getting ourselves switched back around first. You, uh...gonna be okay dealing with it for now?"

Sympathy laces your voice, however it isn’t exactly strong enough to hide your embarrassment. Seriously, could this get anymore modifying? You weren't trying to think about the whole 'my-crush-is-currently-in-my-body' thing, but you definitely can't ignore it now! Out of all the days of the month this could happen - How embarrassing for you both!

Fortunately, Time, ever the brave gentlemen, nods, that be it slowly and unsurely, "If you can do it your whole life, I can manage for a day..."

"That's the spirit!" Please, please, please say Legend knows a solution for this because you will absolutely die if you have to talk Time through a 'change' of certain materials tonight.

“Oh no…”

“What do you mean by ‘oh no’? What happened? Are you hurt?” Twilight’s voice – which doesn’t really sound like his own – gets progressively more concerned by each question until he finally manages to escape the wall of smoke around him. Once finally receiving a clear view of his hands, he suddenly understands the meaning behind your less-than-thrilled expression.

“That’s what I mean by ‘oh no’,” You frown, watching as he flips his hands around front and back to confirm the notable difference he sees. It would be difficult to ignore how much smaller and smoother they’ve gotten…or to turn a blind eye to all the other major variations throughout the entirely of his body.

“Has anything like this happened to you before?” Whatever surprise you have towards your shared predicament is either quickly recovered from or masked well, because you don’t hesitate to pick yourself up and start collecting your fallen belongings – or rather Twilight’s – from the ground.

“Can’t say it has. I’m guessin’ you’re in the same boat?”

“Yeah, this is the first time I can knock ‘switching bodies’ off the bingo board,” You shake your head, pausing to watch him stand as well, “I know Wind mentioned being able to control other people’s bodies or something like that before. ‘not sure if it’s the same or if he’d know how to fix this.”

“Even if not, we’re in Legend’s world. He’d have to know some kind of solution,” Twilight sighs, going to place a hand on his hip out of habit, but he instantly decides against it in a quick movement he hopes wasn't too obviously. Even if he's consciously in this body, it's still yours. Touching his hip now would be no different from touching your hip any other time which is NOT a friendly place for hands to be! At least that's what his awkward brain tells him.

Trying not to dwell too much on any of that, he makes himself useful by plucking your dropped sword off the ground and returning it to your scabbard the same way you had done with his before reaching down to grab -

“- Don’t touch that!” You’re startled to a halt by Twilight’s sudden shout and turn to give him a puzzled look as he gulps while eyeing the shadow shard you were inches away from picking up next, “It, uh…It’s sharp.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, and for a second he’s worried he might just have to tackle you to prevent you from touching the object in question (which now that he’s considering it, would probably only be as effective as a sparrow attacking a horse seeing as you’ve switched bodies not to mention you’d only have more reason to question him in that case but -)

“- All you Links are such terrible liars,” You huff after a minute. Nevertheless, you step aside and allow Twilight to pick up the necklace himself. He’s careful to only touch the string and tuck it securely in a pocket because the very last thing he needs added to this day is you finding out one of his greatest secrets by literally becoming it yourself which would then undoubtably lead to his second greatest secret being discovered, after all, it's one thing for a random wolf to let you give him kisses free of charge, but there'll be a lot more to unravel there if you find out it's been your travel companion the whole time.

"Okay. Try not to panic. There has to be some way to reverse this - ARE YOU CHECKING ME OUT RIGHT NOW?!"

Warrior jumps with a start after having been caught, although he must not be too embarrassed because he doesn’t immediately remove his hands from their place on his hips nor does he show much shame in currently having his body turned at an angle to look at his – or more importantly – your back side, “What?! You do it to yourself all the time!”

"T-That’s not - When I'm in my own body!” You stammer, blushing at the realization that you apparently haven’t been as subtle with your habit of checking your own appearance here and there, “Excuse me if I don’t want to walk around looking like a mess with dirt and leaves stuck to my backside! I’m not over here looking at your dick!”

"I hardly think you can equate that to an ass," He deadpans.

"Well, I'm not looking at your ass, either, pervert!"

At last, something you say seems to get to him, your words causing Warrior to bow his head with a pout and that shared discomfort he should’ve had from the beginning, “I’m not a pervert. If it’s such a big deal, then you can come over here and fix the backside of this tunic. It’s riding up on me and it’s driving me crazy.”

You blink then glance around him to notice that your tunic is indeed all out of sorts, one end lifted and tucked in your belt. It must’ve gotten stuck that way during your fight with that wizard…Now you just feel like an idiot…

“…Oh.”

“Oh,” Warrior mocks with a roll of his eyes, not saying much else – perhaps out of pity - as he waits for you to help fix the tunic correctly, although truthfully he’s just busy redirecting his eyes and cursing himself internally for not having explained the situation from the start. He maybe-kinda spaced the fact that he’s currently in your body and didn’t consider the implications of what it would look like for you to see him fussing over your back end. How were you to know he was simply fixing your tunic? He really did probably look like a massive pervert.

“There,” You finally step away.

“Thanks,” He coughs into his fist awkwardly with his opposite hand rubbing the back of his neck. Even in a different body, he carries the same nervous habits, “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to –“

“- No. No, you’re fine. I, uh, should’ve had more trust in you," You mumble, running a hand over your hot face before shaking your head. You need to get it together, "Come on. Let's just get out of here and find a way to fix this before any other misunderstandings can happen."

Warrior nod and follows after you out of the dungeon without another word to be said. He won't say it aloud - He refuses to even admit it to himself because he's supposed to be a gentleman and what if you've suddenly become a mind reader?...But if you were to for some reason ask his opinion, you do in fact have a fine ass.

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fillinforlater · 5 months

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Blonde: Chapter III

Female Reader x Kim Gaeul

Length: 2500 words

Tags: angst/fluff, another bad day, losing your dignity, illness, someone who cares, there is a fever dream, Gaeul's relationship, struggling with your identity, we got a twist at the end

Inspiration: "Why Am I Like This?" by Orla Gartland

(A/N: Finally, another chapter to this slowly developing plot. I jope you enjoy it. @firagaarmor for obvious reasons)

"Didn't you say 108,000?"

"No, sir, it's 180,500 won."

"Oh, I see."

The old, fragile fingers of this confused, bald man creep back into his purse, trying to find another bill in what is probably a maze of money and plastic cards for him. You wouldn’t mind it one bit, you get paid either way and on usual nights, traffic is so little that barely anyone else gets inconvenienced. However, tonight is rather unusual. Apparently everyone forgot something and is now in a haste to buy said something. There is a long line of impatient stressed moms, annoyed teenagers and everything in between or beyond showing or voicing their disapproval.

It’s not you, you’re not the cause for their stress and discomfort, yet the customer’s toxicity still flies to you like you’re some kind of magnet. It all comes back to stab you, with passive-aggressive remarks or the glances up and down your small frame. Doesn’t really help that you only had cold ramen noodles, sweets and a little bit of bread in the past five days and that the ice cold showers make your nose itch with an impending cold. God, you must look pathetically miserable, even for your standards.

After the man finally gets his cash together, the checkouts are fast, heartless, and your heart aches for her to be at the end of the line. Gaeul—with her bright hair and even brighter smile to greet you when she is out buying drinks again—she could really save this evening. You yearn for her encouragement and presence more than for the next hot meal. Maybe even more than for the next two hot meals.

But there is no blonde angel to save you tonight. With the last customer buying their groceries, the lights die one by one, leaving you in a mostly empty store, alone with thousands and thousands of tasty and not-so-tasty products you’d love to put into a pan and fry. The thuds of your sneakers on the floor almost drown out the grumble in your stomach or the sniffling of your nose as you walk into yet another cold night with nothing to look forward to.

I fucking hate this shit.

You want to vomit, throw yourself off your bed, tear every single strand of your dark hair out as you dial your mother's number again. You hope it’s over quickly, but one can never know with her, especially if she still stubbornly refuses to help you. Take deep breaths, try to keep your head straight though thinking has become more and more exhaustive with every calorie you’re missing.

“What is it?” your mother groans, though you find her tone to be a lot more amused than last time. Someone is cheering and laughing in the background, drowning out even the loud TV.

“The bills, mom. I still have no electricity, no hot water, no heater.”

“Oh right.”

A response colder than your room. You try to straighten your back to speak to her loud and clear, with at least some authority, but you feel yourself crumble when the clanking of bottles loudly booms through the speaker.

“Did… did your boss finally pay you?” you carefully ask, earning an immediate response.

“Yes, he did.”

“Then why didn’t you pay the bills?”

Silence, except for the crime drama running in the back, finding all the suspects and then the killer, as they always do. This case right here is totally clear, no one needs to investigate for more than five minutes to find out that she is at fault, yet it feels like you're on trial, awaiting your parole, which for some reason is still in the balance.

“You know, sweetheart,” your mother cheekily responds, her saliva loudly flopping around in her mouth, mixed with the disgusting flavor of cigarettes and beer. “I really worked hard for that money. It’s my money. In the end I can decide what happens with it.”

Oh God, don’t do that, please for the love of—and don’t call me sweetheart.

“You can’t be serious,” you barely chirp out, your heart throbbing, crumbling like your entire body as you can see your entire foundation, the fragile remains of your fake stability finally falter. You can never cover all of your expenses with this one job and you can’t quit school now, not after getting so close to finally finishing it. You need her money and she seems to finally use it against you.

“It’s just the truth,” she responds nonchalantly, her voice a lot lighter and higher in pitch than usual. You hear someone cackle in the background.

“Sweetheart.

Don’t call me that.

“How about you—

Don’t do this.

“—start begging for my money. C’mon! Get on your knees and beg for it! I’m tired of funding your lazy, incompetent lifestyle. You should be so grateful for my throwing money at you all these years.

“I didn’t hear you! Get your lazy ass out of your bed now, and on your damn knees.

“Beg for it.”

Laughter from behind her. It's not the TV.

A hot shower, warm noodles, a cozy bed—they never felt so wrong, so disgusting. Even as your life objectively improves, it feels horrible, like you had to sell yourself and your soul for it to happen.

Your knees are still drawn to the floor. You might sit in a chair, listen to teachers all day or sit at the checkout, pulling items over the scanner, your knees still feel like they should get on the floor and beg.

Please let me pass.

Please give me more money.

Please leave me alone.

Please ignore my embarrassing existence.

"Hey."

"Uhhh, good evening, ma'a—Gaeul?"

Gaeul's dainty fingers catch your shoulders as you slump forward, against the checkout counter and almost fold over. Your body, devoid of energy, loses all tension.

“Hey, hey,” Gaeul calls out to you, and like the caring mother you never had, the warm palm of her hand cups your forehead. “Oh lord, you’re so hot! You’re definitely sick, what are you doing here?”

“I-I have to work,” you respond, a wave of something hot and heavy pressing down on your brain. This lava burns itself into you and makes every thought process excruciatingly hard. You haven’t even noticed it until now. “I’m not sick, every-thing is fine.”

Your smile is weak, dozy and fake, it cannot fool Gaeul a bit. Her beautiful face falls into deep wrinkles of worry as you can barely lift yourself out of her supporting arms. There is an awkward pause between the two of you, only interrupted by another customer clearing their throat. You try to get back to scanning, but one of Gaeul’s cans slips through your fingers a couple of times.

“I don’t think you should do this,” Gaeul says quietly, softly. “You don’t need to prove your toughness, it’s okay to be sick for a few days. I think your boss will understand.”

“Really, Gaeul, I’m okay.” The final can, straight into the blonde’s bag. Through your blurry eyes you can barely make out the color of her jacket, or sweater, or whatever it is—either way, it definitely suits her. “Thanks for worrying though.”

Why did I push her away like this? Why didn’t I listen to her? Why am I always like this?

Everything is hot and everything is cold. You need another jacket or the cold will get worse, but it simultaneously feels like you could die from overheating if you don’t start throwing away layer after layer of clothes. The way your body feels is close to how the inner mechanisms in your brain work in this fever haze. There is nothing, no thought, no conclusion, nothing that matters—yet everything is suddenly relevant.

Objects and details you’ve never actively released before come into focus of your decreasing sight, that one tile in the corner, just as dirty and unspecial as the rest, the second package of gum, purple and pink, the spooky hum when the door opens that never appears when it closes. So you stumble out of the store, tripping over your feet until the fever finally strikes you down.

The concrete, its gray color, is darker the colder it gets. It’s also harder, torturous to lay upon, scorching hot skin on freezing tarmac. Suddenly, brand new sneakers, black and white, small feet, about as small as your own, though they could be—

“Oh my God!”

—a bit bigger, judging by the length of the stockings covered legs that—

“Here, I’ll help you”

—disappear in a plaid skirt, above a combo of thick winter jacket and—

“I knew this was bad. Taxi!”

—a girl, whose hair is both silver and golden, a blonde close to whiteness, nonetheless it looks like a crown adorning and framing her perfectly formed features.

Gaeul.

You’re lost in a dream. A school full of students, their ages varying drastically and you do not recognize a single face. The teachers seem a lot more familiar, though they float through the room carelessly, gravity not applying to them. In fact, gravity only applies to you, as the rest of the students fly around the room with their chairs and desks.

A frame of an angel, her hands brushing your cheek, scorching hot, so she puts a wet towel on your face. That’s so nice of her, you must be sick. Sick or not, you cannot miss the day you go to the zoo with the floating class.

The zoo is filled with people, nothing but people. People that look at odd people. Those that have to stand on one leg, those that can’t talk properly, those who like weird things. You can hear your whole class laugh hysterically at all of them, so weird, so wrong, nothing better than to laugh at sickos and be glad that you’re not one of them.

“Uhm, hi.” A voice in the far background, damp, behind a shut door. “Care to explain why you have another girl in your bed?”

You feel like you have to explain yourself, but words are nothing more than concepts in your head, also the zoo is calling, you have to watch the lively corpses float through the water tanks. Luckily, someone speaks for you. The angel.

“She’s a friend and she is sick. That’s all there is to it, Yujin.”

"Oh, really?" The other voice is skeptical, eyebrows raised and she looks for a clever response. “I guess she got sick while laying in your bed? Gaeul, don’t lie to me, okay? Just be straightforward with me.”

“I—” the angel stutters and falls silent. You however found a new enclosure in this zoo which stretches in all directions. This one is rather empty and the enclosure is also no enclosure, just a mirror with a writing above it: ‘Sicko girls that like other girls’.

The reflection is you, of course, in all your—

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” The other voice, now a tall woman of incredible beauty, twirls a couple of golden strands of the angel and tugs them behind her ear with a weak—dishonest, you feel—smile. “The long hair suited you better. I really liked that.”

“I know, Yujin.”

The reflection is you, in all your fault and imperfection, far from perfection and any heavenly being. You are no angel, just a sicko girl that likes girls—and the whole class is laughing.

You open your eyes, but the aching, hot pain in your temple and a heavy, wet towel on top of it make actually seeing, realizing anything a pain in the ass. Just the outline of a small face looking down on you, very familiar, very pretty—oh, what a relief to have Gaeul be the first thing you see.

“Wh-where am I?” you ask past dry lips.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Gaeul turns around and quickly reaches for a bottle of water. “Here, drink this, your body needs a lot of water now. You’re in my—my friend's apartment.”

“Damn, then it must have been real fucking bad—”

You cover your mouth, realizing your loud curse in a foreign room, foreign bed, where are your manners, they might have foreign customs. Gaeul’s eyes fall shut when she begins to lightly chuckle.

“Don’t worry, she’s not here right now,” Gaeul says. “You’re all good. B-but you can’t stay here forever. Just rest up and—you have somewhere to stay, right?”

You carefully remove the towel from your face, catching all the drops running down your forehead as you think about home, your home, finally warm because you threw away your dignity. You’d love to not go there, tear up the contract for rent and run away to something new—into independence.

“Yeah, yup, I—I have a place, don’t worry. Sorry for all the trouble, fuck, I don’t even remember what—I did it again.”

Now Gaeul is holding her stomach, laughing, hitting the blanket that covers your legs and you join her. Though you might sit upright, you feel like falling over, the dizziness, Gaeul’s laugh, they make you feel like you’re still in that dream with the angel. The angel, so ethereal, but made fragile by this voice. A woman.

Suddenly, yours and Gaeul’s face are almost touching, her arms are on your shoulders, yours on her side, her petite frame is in your palm. The laughs have faded, smiles remain but you feel your heart racing. The smile fades and you’re tense. Gaeul is right there and she is so, so pretty.

“You sure you’re alright?” Gaeul asks as she sees your blush. You blush even more and avert your eyes.

“Y-yeah, thank you. You helped a lot. But—

“—are you okay too, Gaeul?”

That’s a smile full of uncertainty, a hint of anger, a glow of hurt. Gaeul’s eyes sparkle and you’d love to blow some life into them. Even better, all the love you have for her, you want to pour it into her and give her power. But no, you have no idea nor any plan to do such a thing. So it’s Gaeul who helps you out of the bed and hands you one of her sweatshirts that isn’t drenched in sweat.

“You are the one with a fever, I’m as healthy as ever!” Gaeul is so bright and her smile shines like a star. In a different universe, she is already a celebrity with a perfect red carpet smile. Fake.

“I didn’t mean that.” In a surge of confidence and worry, you reach for Gaeul’s hand and everything's in slow motion. “I-I’m scared that you’re not happy, that something isn’t right, that—Gaeul, I heard you talk to your friend and she seemed—”

“Look, I—she isn’t my friend.”

Gaeul looks at you.

“She is my girlfriend.”

Gaeul still looks at you. Now it’s your turn to fake a smile and get it over with.

...

(A/N2: Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more chapters, though it will take time until the next release)

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blissfulip · 3 months

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Dopamine

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Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, idiots in love (?) dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut, masturbation, angry sex, unprotected sex,

Cw: uhhhh smut

Words: 2.5k

[A/N: russian very kindly corrected by soln, ly<3, tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly(ish). (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

Tags: @ihopeinevergetsoberr @chemical-killjoy @jinxed-jk @bobobomao

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Chapter 6: Big-headed? (NSFW)

The corridor leading to Heimerdinger's office was markedly narrower and longer than the others at The Academy, as though he was covertly attempting to thwart visitors. It didn’t stop you, however, and as you found out when you got there, it hadn’t stopped Viktor either. It made sense that, at one point in his life, long before you even met each other, these halls must have been a habitual destination. His close-knit relationship with the professor also showed itself confidently in the volume of his voice, a line that, despite your frustration with the situation, you’d never dare to cross.

You had every intention of staying put and waiting for him to come out, but the half-open door compromised your presence, and given that you were almost certainly there to make a fuss about the same issue, you decided to get it done and over with; after all, perchance Viktor's presence there could give your argument a compelling edge.

"Well, I’m glad you were able to join us at last, dear. I trust you are feeling better." Heimerdinger started.

“I’m okay; yes, thank you for the concern, professor. I should say I have a surmise that I am here for the same reason as him."

“Yes, I was trying to argue that our work styles do not meld well, and making us work together for any period of time greater than 5 minutes could be catastrophic; would you confirm as much?”

“Absolutely, I can do the work all on my own if that’s necessary; just don't make me work with him.”

“Interestingly enough, he has offered to do the same. Although I do commend both of you for your altruism, I must insist. This is what the Academy has decided.”

“Professor, if I may—"

“Enough delays, my boy; the decision is final. If I were you, I would get to it immediately; you have only a couple of hours to work.” You were swiftly rushed out the door by him, swept away by tiny, impatient footsteps and a heavy wooden door closing behind you.

Another door closed right on your faces when the sweet librarian denied you access on the pretense that your arguing had inconvenienced a whole two people the past couple of weeks, and you were now banned from using the premises at the same time. You had to compromise and go in by yourself to get the books you needed and then go all the way to the half-empty and uncomfortably cold cafeteria tables, where you worked tirelessly until you were yet again kicked out once the place closed.

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A couple infectious yawns and rubbed eyes later, you leaned back on the stiff plastic chair and stretched your back.

“What time is it?”

“Past 9.” Viktor answered after lazily turning around to try to make out what the clock read. You groaned loudly.

“We’ll need to move again—my dorm or yours?"

“Mine is probably cleaner.”

“Are you implying I’m messy?”

“No, I am affirming as much.”

“Rude.” You were offended, though only as a habit, because he was not entirely wrong.

“Oh no, have I offended you? Someone put me out of my misery!” He dramatized.

“I’d be first in line.” You said already standing up and walking in the direction of his dormitory.

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“Not everything needs to be done your way, you know?"

In the wake of the cafeteria work stretch, you had found yourselves completely spent and depleted. With most of the work done and text written, you had taken some minutes to stretch and rest your eyes. Viktor had informed you as soon as you got there that it was imperative that you were as silent as possible, given the next-door neighbor's propensity to complain about noise.

You did your best to keep it down, of course, and granted, you had been doing a particularly good job. That is, until Viktor decided to wonder who between the two of you would be the one actually giving the speech with the material you had prepared. Although you did your best to ask him politely at first, his immediate negative response caused you to get defensive.

“I wrote most of the text; why can’t you just do me a favor once?

“It’s not a favor if you have to throw me under a train for it! You know I hate speaking in public, and genuinely, I’m dog-tired of you being so incorrigibly selfish.”

“I’m not selfish, how am I selfish?” You said almost forgetting you had to keep the volume down.

“You never think about any consequences, ever. You can go around saying you are a free spirit and spontaneous and fun as much as you like, but if truth be told, you are nothing but cataclysmic chaos!”

“I don’t make mistakes on purpose, Viktor; it happens; you just have zero empathy because you insist on making everyone believe you are the Academy’s perfect golden boy! You never make mistakes, and you never do anything wrong, right?. But I know all you really do is push people away because everyone is afraid of disappointing you! I don't know. If you were a little less hostile, maybe you’d have some friends."

“You mean friends like you? I’d rather staple my ears together than be friends with a jumbled mess. He said, standing up from the chair, his nose flaring up as he inhaled a sharp breath and held his cane forcefully. “You are so excruciatingly intolerable, overwhelming, big-headed—”

“Big-headed?"

“That is what you take offense to?”

You couldn’t say anything beyond a dismissive shrug, and you knew your disregard for his opinion was what would sting the most anyway.

The silence was loud; it could be felt in the air between you, the irate flare of irritation in his gritted teeth, his ears colored in that familiar tone of blush, and his eyebrows uncomfortably knit together as he whisper-screamed at you. He took a couple steps forward, leaving you at no farther than a palm's distance. The sudden closeness somehow did not bother you; you could hear both of your breaths, heavy and panting from the strain of containing your screams, and you could tell by the heat you felt all over your head and stomach that your cheeks probably mirrored the flush on Viktor’s face.

In hindsight, you never really understood why you didn’t talk back to him after that last comment. You had so many things in mind you could have said, but an unknown force pulled your attention away from his amber eyes glowing with rage to his lips instead, which were a bloody cherry red from biting on them too much. You couldn’t look away, and Viktor quickly noticed.

Then his shoulders visibly lost tension.

"Ah…prydoruk,” he whispered, mostly to himself, and you wished you understood because it somehow felt like another insult. Perplexity became fright when the loud clang of his cane falling directed your eyes to the floor, but in an instant, both of his hands were holding your face firmly, and one of them slithered in between the locks of your hair.

You hated how fast your guard fell. His fingers, icy yet delicate, caressing the lines of your jaw, were enough to disarm you completely. You mouthed multiple offenses at him under your breath as you searched for his lips. You were agonizingly in need of each other’s taste. Your hands had a strong grip on his shirt, tugging at it unintentionally as your body, which desperately wanted that idiot, tried to gripe with your rationality. The war in Viktor’s mind was a similar one, but just as much as yours, his body was unable to pull back.

Eventually you needed to catch your breath from the kiss, beyond hungry, and when you pulled back just slightly, you looked at each other like two deer in headlights, frozen in place by a blend of contradicting emotions that prevented you from moving and still holding each other closely. Viktor moved first, and when he kissed you again, you could feel his hands move almost on their own, going against his orders to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. He felt his lungs grow hungry for air as his tongue buried itself deep inside your throat.

“Stop pulling," he tried to whisper in between kisses. You shushed him, bringing a finger up to his lips, and started leaving a trail of kisses along his jawbone. “If you tear my shirt, I—” He tried once again, but your lips got to his neck at the same time, and his sentence changed into a muffled groan.

“I won’t. Just shut up; don’t make me think too much about this; just sh—”

“So crass,” he said as he walked backwards to the bed, pulling you along with him. “You’re so unpleasant."

“You have history that says otherwise, asshat."

You already had a leg on the bed, fully intending to push him on it to straddle his lap, but he moved faster than you could think and shifted to hover above you. He crawled up slowly without ever stopping the deep kiss you were sharing and used one of his knees to push your legs apart, positioning himself between them. You tried not to react, but the feeling of his erection against you prompted a slight chuckle to come out of your throat.

“If this is how you get when I’m unpleasant, I can’t imagine what could happen if I were nice to you.” you smirked. He sank his teeth against your skin in response, leaving a small bite mark on your collarbone before he whispered.

“You are not funny, Zaychik."

“You’re just humorless." You said this as you pulled his shirt over his head. This must have been the open invitation he was waiting for to introduce a hand under your dress, completely bunching it up to gain precious access to your bare chest.

Although the energy of the room had shifted noticeably, the pooling heat in between you never replaced the ravenous disposition. You still felt the frustration in him as he bit into you multiple times, leaving a wake of purple and red bruises you would have to explain the next day. You didn’t know if his motivations were guided by a fit of lust or if it was a way to punish you for all of the irritation you had caused him throughout the years of knowing each other; either way, it felt good, and you did not care to keep pondering.

His hand trickled down to your underwear in excruciatingly slow designs, one of his eyebrows raising in a self-congratulatory expression when he felt the dampness of the fabric.

“Pat yourself in the back; why don't you?” You said, rolling your eyes. He did not answer, and, to your astonishment, he did not take your underwear off. He took his hand back up, bringing the fingers wet with arousal into his mouth, pulled down the elastic of his sweatpants and underwear to reveal a cock you wished you hadn’t gasped at, and pulled your underwear to the side to position himself at your entrance, all without ever breaking eye contact.

Even though he was panting abnormally loud and you could tell he would probably soon burst into a cloud of smoke, he still nodded slightly at you, asking for confirmation, and when you nodded back, he impatiently tilted his hips as far as the position allowed it and his leg could withstand, plunging into you with hungry zeal. He didn’t start slow; he was incisive and deep with every thrust, making sure he was completely inside you with every move. Calculated bastard

You used both hands around his back to hold yourself steady, your not exactly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder blades as you did your best to not make any noises too loud. Down on the bed under him, you pondered the dim light in the room and the curious designs of the roof. They might as well have been figments of your imagination, swirls of light and haziness as your eyes filled with tears.

You confused the erratic rhythm of his hips for what you thought at first was the arrival of his unraveling and immediately realized was simply his leg tiring out, and you gathered enough momentum to push him off of you, his back now on the bed, and you were ready to ride him. Long overdue, you thought, you couldn’t let him get his way with you without having a mirriad of his whimpers to your name. Your pace wasn’t slow either; you drove him into you with the roll of your hips, making sure you could feel him in the right spots.

The look of enamoured trance on his face as you bounced on his lap was far from the vexed expression you were expecting, and the suppressed groans of pleasure touched something in you that made you suddenly bashful. You leaned over to nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck and pressed your lips against his when his grin was getting too wide for comfort. You devoured each other again for what felt like too little time before you could feel the overwhelming heat in your core preparing you for your climax.

You tried to tell Viktor you were about to come, but something in your face must have made that obvious, because he brought you close again by the back of your neck, your mouths nearly touching each other as he spoke.

“Say my name,” he murmured into your mouth.

“Yeah, right”

The hand on your neck slithered its way up to your hair, which he tugged at firmly.

“Say it; I know you’re close.”

“Fuck you.” You hissed, neither of you being able to contain a half-pleasure, half irritation, out-of-breath groan.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt the brief pain and sweet spasm that followed it, and Viktor revealed the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock. You took a second to compose yourself with your forehead pressed against his, and then gave him a devilish grin as you slid down to his lap. His eyes opened wide when you pressed the heat of his erection flat on your tongue, taking it in as far as you could manage.

His head shot back and his face contorted in pleasure, the hand that hadn’t left your hair oscillating between pulling at it harshly and gently caressing your head. You tasted him, salty, in your throat soon enough, and sat up after swallowing every drop of it. Viktor drew you back to him, and you laid there next to each other, avoiding eye contact, even though you were too high from your orgasms to feel any regret yet.

‘Yet’ came soon enough, though.

#viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor fanfic

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thesarcasticreader · 11 months

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18+ WHO IS YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE?

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18+ Who Is Your Future Spouse?

Choose From Left To Right (1-3)

"Love makes the shy brave and the brave shy"

PILE 1

This is someone who has had terrible luck when it comes to love. This person has lot many good nights of sleep because of this. They fear that they will never find the one who will love them truly. This is someone who has been cheated on by friends and lovers. This person has trust issues. They will not trust you immediately. This is going to start as a long-distance relationship. You will meet this person after large intervals. They will stay well-connected to you during these gaps, but both of you will spend a lot of wishing for the other person to be by your side. You will likely be moving to this person's vicinity. The long-distance thing can go for 1-2 years. This person travels a lot because of their job, and it will be the first hurdle the two of you will face at the start of your relationship. This person is not conventional, and they may have been married before too. For a very small population, this person has kids. However, the kids appear to be younger than the age of 8. This person dreams of a happy marriage with you. They believe that with you anything is possible. This person will parade around in the littlest amount of clothes to distract you. Say, you are cooking/ or working from home. They will strut around you, touching you casually but suggestively, seducing you, biting your ear, and dropping things on the floor to give you a view of their ass until you give up and go to them. This is someone who is spiritual or religious. Faith has had a huge role to play in their life. They are very devoted to their work, and their religious or spiritual beliefs. They believe in the balance of things. This person has a thing for sneaking away in remote places and making out. They love to make out in public and leave hickeys so that when you two return from your remote spot, people will notice the hickey and know what the two of you were up to. The two of you are almost of the same height. This person may be one or two inches taller than you. This person is not going to be able to resist you. Your charm holds this person captive, and they struggle with their thoughts when you are around. This is someone passionate and fiery, but the moment you come into their line of sight, they begin to stumble. This is someone who is very cute in love. Leaves notes, bring flowers and does small things to make sure you are not inconvenienced. This person will keep the bedroom activities private. This is not the one to blab about the details of what happened. They believe that sex is sacred and hence, it should be between the lovers. They are not a prude by any means. They are just private. This is not someone who would display their affection publicly. But in the bedroom, they are wilddd! This person will want to take you on trips. They enjoy car sex and the mile-high club. This person is pretty methodical when it comes to sex. Not as in, do this, do that, an orgasm and we say goodnight. No. They map out how they are going to seduce, what's going to be their next play, as well as the aftercare part. You are going to be the one who shakes things up every now and then. This person needs some impulsiveness. They do not like to rock the boat. This person may have Libra and Capricorn placement. They want to be soft but they do not come across as soft. They are gruff but kind. This person is going to be low-key obsessed with you. Also, you are going to be very pleased if you have any specific preferences from your partner. This person will fill those shoes very well.

"I broke my rules for you"

PILE 2:

This is someone who is going to be your wish fulfilment. Be careful what you wish for. If you want a possessive partner, you are being cautioned against that. If you have romanticized the notion of possessiveness as shown in TV/ Books/Movies, lose that opinion. Possessiveness like in the movies is not a good trait to have in life. You are not going to enjoy being told what to do. You are an excellent manifestor and even if you do not realise it, you will end up manifesting this. On the other hand, your person is also a very good manifestor. This is the creator couple. You know the power couple who create good things, make investments, build a business etc? This is that pile.

This is someone who is possessive. They like to look at you while you are sleeping and they love your breasts/ chest area. This person will enjoy seeing you sleep because, to them, you look like an angel. They will also take a lot of pictures of you during that time. Another thing about this person is that they have financial insecurity. Whatever they have, it is not enough for them. They want more. Not because they are greedy. But because they are scared. They know that material things do not last and they can vanish in a blink of an eye. This person has had a tough childhood. For some of you, this person may have served in the military and may have partial deafness because of this. Your person is someone who has a lot more experience than you when it comes to sex. They have not been shy about exploring their sexuality and they will tell you everything if you ask them. They believe in 100% transparency for the peace of their partner's mind. This person has long black hair, a broody face and this person works out a lot. (For both men and women) This person will dream of infinity with you. They want to create something that will last more than one lifetime. You two will make magic together. This person is also into tantric sex. They love to give you massages. This is the person to set up candlelights in the bedroom to create a mystical ambience. And this is also the person who will help you scrape off the candle wax from the floor while making you laugh. This person is fair and just. They do not give a damn about excuses. This is someone who is very disciplined and fastidious. If they have a rule, they will follow it. This is not someone who is rebellious, rather they are malicious. They get their revenge by complying with the rules. This person will help you a lot if you are working in corporate. If you are a woman reading this, your guy is going to have a long one. It is going to wreck you but you seem to be doing okay with that. This person is going to be the more dominant one in the relationship. They have an authoritative aura to them and most of the time they will initiate the sex. This person has to be the provider. They want to make sure that the two of you are secure. This is someone who people are shit scared of. This is someone on the bigger side. Like a built muscle. Your person can also be sneaky when they want to. This will irritate you quite a bit but as your relationship progresses, this person will open up to you more and more. They will not bottle things up and pour their heart into you. It is not that they do not trust you. It is just that they don't know how to express their emotions.

"I love you from my head tomatoes"

PILE 3:

A story came through for this pile. You guys start off as friends with benefits but develop feelings for each other over time. There is a bit of angst involved when you two decide to separate yourselves. But one day, you two meet up. One thing leads to another and you two decide to start dating and make it official.

This is someone who will be friends with before you make things official. The camaraderie between the two of you will be very serene. I don't know why, but this pile remind me of Jules and Josh from Ana Huang's Twisted Hate book. The only difference is that you two don't hate each other but that banter, easy-going relationship is here. You will reap the rewards of this friendship later in your relationship.

This person is someone who is anxious. And there will be third-party interference in your relationship in the beginning phase. This relationship is meant to be. There is nothing more to say. This will take place. Maybe not in a similar fashion as I have described, but it will come to pass.

You cannot run from this person, nor they can run from you. There is a soul bond from the past life that needs to be fulfilled. I do not see if it is a soulmate, karmic or twin flame. I just know that there is a bond destined for this lifetime. Meeting this person is going to feel like finding a home. Like this is where both of you were meant to be. Like for the two other piles, a lot of info came out, but for this pile, it is simple. This is it. This is your person.

Your person is dynamic, smart and active. This is not someone who works out a lot but they like jogging very much. They may enjoy going to marathons for good causes. A lot of fire signs in their birth chart. This person's pet peeve is when people do not communicate with them. They absolutely hate it. They will want you to communicate your needs. Be it day-to-day life or sex. They do not like people who bottle things up.

There is not much 18+ data either because when you get together with this person you two will be well-acquainted with each other. Your person loves oral though. They love to give those and get those. It makes them a very happy person. They love to have sex during the night, outside. Under the light of the full moon. Whether this person is religious or no, this person has an affinity to the moon. They have a patron deity that guides them. They may not know it but they are guided.

You two are going to love the kitchen sex. While you cook, you sneak a kiss or a penetration. Depends on your mood. LMAO Your person does not care what the place is. If they want you, they want you. They will love to cuddle with you. It is healing for them. And for you as well. At that moment, you can lay your defences on the side and rest peacefully.

Your friends and family will be very happy for you. Apart from a person from this person's side, the rest will be happy for you. You two will have a small ceremony and celebrate your love with each other in a low-key destination. You are not the flashy couple. You are content with each other.

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orpheusmori · 7 months

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How was Saint-Just relationship with his sisters? Was it a good one?

Saint-Just was the oldest of three children, and the older brother of Louise-Marie and Marie Francoise Victoire. He was born in 1767, with his two sisters being born soon after in 1768 and 1769. According to Bernard Vinot, shortly after SJ was born in Decize, he was sent to what is essentially a foster care home in Vernueil under supervision of his mother's brother, a priest. In 1771, the young Antoine, or Léon, as his family likely referred to him as a boy, joined his parents and sisters in Nampcel, where his parents moved shortly after he was born. In 1773, the family returns to Decize. Shortly after in 1776, Saint-Just's father buys the house that is known as the Maison de Saint-Just in Blérancourt. Not much can be said of Saint-Just's relationship with his sisters in their early lives, apart from the likely squabbles and playing together that is typical of young siblings. This is because Saint-Just, when he was around 12 years old, went to the Oratorian school in Soissons, and likely only came home for holidays and school breaks. In terms of closeness to his sisters, SJ was a witness to his sister Marie Francoise's wedding in 1791, where his name is recorded as "Louis Léon."

Louise-Marie married in 1790 to the notary Emmanuel Decaisne. It is assumable that Saint-Just had a good relationship with them both, as Decaisne assisted in paying for Saint-Just to publish his Espirit de la Révolution in 1791. From what I have gathered, the couple had nine (!!) children together. Louise-Marie, after her brother's death, was apparently dedicated to keeping his memory alive. According to the historian Lenotre, who visited the Saint-Just family in their town in the early 1900s, Saint-Just’s great-neice upon discussing Saint-Just said, “Poor uncle Antoine!” And this is where the reference to Saint-Just as "poor uncle Antoine" comes from, as his other sister did not have any children.

Saint-Just’s younger sister Marie Francoise married Adrien Bayard, a notary and judge, on the 21st of November 1791. Here is an excerpt of a letter that SJ wrote to Adrien in December of that year:

"I did not know, my dear brother, that the indisposition of our sister would have had consequences; mother had told us to leave her to mend her health. Take care in case the rough waters and air of our mountains should be the cause of her feeling ill. I advise you to make her drink a lot of milk, and to do not make her drink water.

... However, by Christmas I will have the pleasure of embracing you both. If you notice that the air is inconveniencing your wife, send her to us for a while; she does not doubt the tender friendship with which she will always be received by us. I hope that this marriage will not have separated us and that we will not forget neither one nor the other, the feelings which must unite us. Write to us, both of you, from time to time, and in particular do not let us ignore, by the time I leave to see you, what will be the consequences of the illness of my sister. I can not wait to see her so I can reassure myself. Cheer up your bride, and above all, make sure she does not experience any domestic grief of the nature of those whom she would not dare to entrust to you. ....

... Farewell. Embrace your dear wife, embrace her even from time to time, for me, so that she will remember that I love her and give her back to you. I am your brother and your servant."

After Saint-Just is elected to the Convention in 1792, he goes to Paris, and likely does not return home again until May 1, 1794 (12 Floréal). We aren't sure how much he communicated with his family while he was away to Paris or on missions, as a majority of his letters and belongings were destroyed and/or sold after his death. But in particular, I find it interesting and admirable how his family preserved his memory and was determined to not let their dear Antoine be forgotten.

#saint just #frev #saint just's family #french revolution #asks #queue

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heyitsyn · 11 months

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Manager!Karasuno

a/n: oh dear. hello everyone. i am back, gigi is back and this is the newest installment of the manager series :))) i hope you guys like it and sending much love!!! <3

a/n: have fun :)

mm okay so this is a new series

or season?

the series is the managers and this is a new season because this is karasuno’s manager!!! :))))

everyone say hi!!!

she’s a wittle first year and shes a cute little thing but she got the energy of a rabid chihuahua

so this is how it you came to be

when mommy and daddy love each other very much-

hehe i kid i kid

but srsly, the whole bird and bees thing

and then boom, you were attending middle school in hyogo

you were a first year that was taken in by a pair of twins that were your neighbors

the miyas

miya osamu <3

and

miya atsumu >:3

they were what got you into volleyball in the first place even though you were more into soccer like your papa and even talked you into being their team’s manager

so here you were, freshly turned 12 (because you were the youngest of your entire grade) and suddenly responsible for a bunch of older kids

the coach helped you too of course but it was a lot of work and so when the twins left and you became a third year, you were practically a know-it-all with volleyball

flying receives?

jump serves?

you learned from the best B)

however,

when you were about 3 months into being in high school and as their current manager at inarizaki,

tragedy struck.

see, your parents were often out of town and tended to go overseas for business but when a plane that they were on crashed causing their death, you had no choice but to be taken in by your next of kin which was your uncle down in miyagi

he was your mom’s cousin but she practically saw him as her brother and you didnt really talk to him very much, apart from the times your mom called him and a few sentences of greetings were exchanged, but you knew who he was because your mom was close to him

duh, you were grieving and loss is such a hard thing to go through

the miya twins were there for you the whole time, even when they were busy

i mean like you lived at their house because you couldn’t stand being in the same home that you once shared with your parents

they didnt take it very well when you had to leave but they understood as long as you promised to come visit them soon so you get to see them play on the big stage

:’)

so here you were, on the train en route to miyagi where your uncle was supposed to be waiting for you

the time on your phone blared that it’s been nearly 5 hours and you’re supposed to be approaching the prefecture now

you’ve taken the train by yourself before but it still doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking because one, you’re alone and two, theres a lot of people

you didnt really do well with a lot of people nor the anxiety that bubbles in you whenever you stuck in a place for a very long time

it doesn’t help that the worst thing to ever happen has happened

eventually, the conductor went around and it was announced that you have arrived so you quickly grabbed your backpack and your duffel bag before rushing to grab the one large suitcase that was at the back of your compartment

the rest of your luggage and clothing was already taken to miyagi when your uncle drove all the way to hyogo to pick it up so you wouldn’t be inconvenienced during your way there

hes so sweet

you pulled the handle and gripped it, nerves eating you away and sleep pulling behind your eyes but you couldnt sleep

you didnt want to

the doors opened and you hurried out, getting past the many people and you saw the familiar hair of your uncle

his bleached hair was pulled back into a baby ponytail and his headband kept stray hairs from clouding his eyes

‘y/n-chan!’ he shouted and waved

you cringed at how zealous he was and the attention he was receiving from strangers so you hurried over to him

he rushed to give you a hug as if you didnt just see him a few days ago

‘oji’ you mumbled in greeting and he pulled back, giving you a wide grin

‘man! i can’t believe you’re as tall as my shoulders! before, you were still a tiny little baby that was smaller than my arm!’

you turned red and began to pull him to go home because he was attracting many stares from blushing ladies

sigh

you guys reached his cute yellow car and piled your suitcase and duffel bag in the back so the two of you could settle in the front seats

he started the car and drove off the parking lot and into the streets

wow, it doesnt look very different to hyogo

‘how are ya, y/n-chan?’

his tone was softer and you turn to look at him

he was focused on the road but it definitely sounded like his mind was somewhere else and he was trying to concentrate on talking to you

‘’m okay’ you mumbled

he was there during the funeral and the only one to attend since your grandfather and aunt was in the middle of recovering from their surgery and your other family members had other obligations

as if this wasn’t more important

but he was there and you couldn’t be more thankful enough

you were only 15

you don’t know how to plan a funeral and a burial by yourself

not to mention their will and the passing on of their estate

like bruh thats stuff that you have no idea on what to do with

so keishin was there to help you sort it out and meeting with legal attorneys and you were lucky that he always made sure that you understood what they were saying and making sure with you that whatever you decided is your choice and it shouldn’t be influenced by him or the lawyers

keishin is worried about you a lot since it happened and didn’t even want to go back to miyagi afterwards but his store needed to be opened and he doesn’t have anyone else to run it apart from his mother, who he really doesn’t want moving around since she also just got knee surgery

‘are you sure? you know i’m here when you need to talk. i lost her too so i understand most than anyone’

he quietly comforted you and your nose began to sting as a signal from the incoming tears but you looked out the window and to the trees that you passed by

‘i dont want to’ you whispered to him and keishin nodded

he won’t force you but just to let you know that he was there and will always be there

you two drove in a comfortable silence and you arrived at his family home where you will be staying

‘this is where your ma grew up. its a shame she never brought you or your pops down to visit but it can’t be helped. your grandma is in there sleeping right now so its best you keep the noise down a bit but im sure she’ll be excited to see you, kid’

you got settled into the house quickly and keishin’s mom who you could call as your aunt was very excited to see you and you smiled and hugged her and stuff

apparently your grandpa was helping some friend with his rice farm and such

sigh. you remember kita-senpai so that made you sad

since you just got there, they gave you some time to adjust like a month off of school

but you come to find out that you were enrolled in a nearby school, karasuno, which was somehow associated with your uncle

keishin attended there too when he was young and so did your mom but was now the volleyball team’s coach

you were a little >:\ because you wanted to stay in hyogo with the twins but you knew that you needed to be taken cared of right now

you were still young and even now, grieving is a process that would be easier with family

keishin got you all set for your first day and you had to hide a laugh at how excited he was when he gave you your uniform

‘its like sending off my own kid to school!’

gosh he gives such dad vibes now

your first day!!!!

of course keishin got you a little whiteboard that says first day of high school written on it and he told you to stand in front of the door so he could take a picture

even his ma was giggling behind him while you were red at the amount of attention he was giving to this entire ordeal

‘come on! here’s your lunch and some allowance to get something good at the vending machine. i would’ve sent you off myself but i got a delivery for the store. you remember how to get there right? if not, you got the directions in your notes?’

you rolled your eyes playfully

‘yes, oji. me gots it’

keishin actually walked you to the school a few days ago to teach you the way there and my gosh hes adorable

you tightened the straps of your backpack and hugged your grandma and grandpa before venturing out

it was so quiet

the neighborhood that you lived in was the kind where old people lived so there was no sound of students talking amongst themselves

but about 5 minutes into your walk, you found a pair of students, boys, who were going to the same direction you were in

one had his headphones over his ears and the other was talking to him like he didn’t see the headphones at all

you could only see the back of their heads and noticed that the one who was talking had dark green hair and was shorter than the one wearing the headphones, who was blonde and was really, really tall

the only person was omimi-senpai

and that dude had to be around his height

you had your earbuds in so you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying but you were just walking along and absorbing the scenery instead of hurrying to class

then the tall blonde guy stopped walking but you were too busy at looking around you to notice that he stopped so you bumped into his back and made a noise of surprise

duh the first thing to come out of your mouth was an apology

‘sorry!’

bro it wasn’t your fault that this dude just stopped out of nowhere

but this guy turned his head around at you and met your eyes

you shivered, scared at his glare at you

‘’m sorry’

you apologized again by bowing and walking around him to prevent anymore accidents

you weren’t gonna make a big deal about it because it was just an accident but you were afraid he was going to yell at you or something

instead of trying to have a peaceful walk, you were speed-walking to the school and even got lost once since you turned at a wrong street

but dw dw you just had to call keishin in a panic and after laughing, he helped you back to your destination

even google maps didn’t help you bruh

gigi fact: i went to dublin and was looking for nandos and we were walking but the gps thing didnt work correctly so we walked in circles around the city without ever finding nandos

in the end, gigi never got her nandos

anyways!

you went to the little office they got in the front of the school and you smiled at the lady

‘hi, ma name is l/n y/n’

she looked at you and nodded

‘new student?’

duh

but you nodded

‘id please?’

you fumbled in your bag and found your old inarizaki id because all of your other important ids were with keishin

lowkey kinda scary but maybe i just got trust issues

it seemed like it was good enough for her so she quickly typed something in the computer and after many clicks later, she got up to get something from the printer and returned with your schedule and what looks like a card

an id?

she noticed you staring at the identification card

‘it seems a relative of yours with the name of ukai keishin sent your information from inarizaki high, if im correct, and with it, your school picture so we just transferred it over to our database and printed your school id from there’

you let out a small sigh of relief that you dont gotta take a picture and you thanked her then grabbed your things

class 1-4 huh?

you wandered around and found out that the layout of the school was like inarizaki with the third floor being for first years and the second for the second years and so on

but you hate stairs

so you were kinda already dying when you made it up to your floor and by this time, students were already arriving

you obviously felt out of place and even when you started high school back in hyogo, you were already friends with some people in there and with the help of the twins, you were a bit well-known already

but here

you were a total stranger

a background character

an uneasy feeling crept into your stomach but you inhaled and exhaled before walking to the room that was labeled ‘1-4’

in an instant, several pairs of eyes were on you

everyone wasn’t there yet but enough that you wanted to crawl into a hole and die

who needed school anyways?

the twins already promised you a future where you don’t gotta work so it doesn’t matter

speaking of, they were messaging you now with how your phone was vibrating and you hurriedly ran to a chair in the back of the room to avoid any more attention

you pulled your phone out and stopped a smile from creeping into your face

it was mainly atsumu sending crying emojis while osamu was fussing over the fact that you only packed some sandwiches for lunch but you were quick to calm down his concerns by telling them that you were gonna get some snacks from the vending machine

sigh

you miss them

a lot

if you were back in hyogo, they would already be in your class, annoying the ever loving god outta you along with the other guy in osamu’s class, suna

atsumu is actually in a class higher than his brother and he continues to use that as a bragging thing

but you really do miss them

it feels like something is missing

but you weren’t allowed to be in your feels for too long because you felt someone looming over you to your right and looked up to see the tall guy from earlier, golden-brown eyes piercing straight to you

you didnt do the whole gasping thing like they do in mangas but you did freeze

he was definitely going to pick you up and throw you outta the window beside you bruh

pray for me

gigi: im praying for you sis

‘can i help ya?’ you asked because we aint here to be stuttering and stammering like little anime girls

but you were still scared lmao

he looked down at you with a cold glare

‘youre in my seat’

goddammit y/n

of course you were

just your luck

y/n things, you know?

but you looked at him dumbly

‘yer wha?’

maybe it was because you were scared of him that you didnt fully process his question

but he leaned down at you, glasses shining for effect

‘you’re in my seat, shorty’

he repeated but with an edge this time

yea no you clearly heard that

so you grabbed your bag and stood up, hurrying out of the room

maybe you can go back home and tell keishin you weren’t feeling good and you didnt wanna be here

that could work

so you were standing outside of your class, away from the windows because duh the entire class saw the whole thing and you didnt want them to watch you like thats so embarrassing lmao

your fingers were typing a message to keishin but before you could hit send, you hear someone stop in front of you

you looked up and was met with a man who was quite short but you could tell he was a teacher

god, if hes your homeroom teacher-

‘oh? are you the new student? i’m your homeroom teacher, takeda ittetsu’

the lord just aint on your side isn’t he?

you stared at him with this grim look in your face that his brows were furrowed with concern

‘are you okay?’

you nodded, swallowing and looking to the side

he just nodded along and gestured to enter the room

you cursed in your head but followed him, surprised that everyone was already there

did they just appear there out of thin air?

or were you really that out of it to notice people walking in

‘everyone, we have a new student today. she is a transfer from hyogo so if you could please, welcome her to our school. would you like to introduce yourself?’

if takeda-sensei didnt have such a nice look on his face, you woulda bolted outta there

but also, that would be embarrassing if you just ran out

so you nodded and looked ahead, remembering atsumu’s advice

just look at the wall and tune everything and everyone else out

‘’m l/n y/n and ‘m from inarizaki high school. let’s get along’

ugh, awkward introductions were never my thing nor have i ever transferred during a school year either so idk man

takeda directed you to a seat by the windows and was in the middle of the rows so you were ahead of the tall scary guy

but my god, you felt his stare the entire time

by the time lunch rolls around, you were already ready to go home

you were messaging the twins and suna of what was happening and they all petitioned for you to move back home and into the miya household

osamu: in favor of y/n moving and staying with us, say i

atsumu: Iiiii would like that

suna: *hand raising emoji* i

*cue tears forming in your eyes*

they were so cute

but you were distracted from your phone when a bunch of students started whispering around you and you looked up to see a really really pretty girl at the doorway of your classroom

and she was looking directly at you

aint no way

you havent been here but only a few hours

how have you already made beef with people?

she saw that you were looking at her and after a split-second eye contact, she was already walking towards you before stopping beside your desk

‘can i help ya?’ you asked again, feeling deja vu

man, pretty people were really freaking scary

then she smiled

small, but still a smile

‘i’m shimizu kiyoko, third year. i’m also the manager of the boys’ volleyball club’

ah! the club that your uncle coaches

so you felt a little better about that so you gave her a small smile back

‘o, ma uncle’s the coach. didja need’m?’

she shook her head and you could swear there were flowers radiating from her right now

‘actually, no. the third years would like to meet you and i was sent to collect you’

*cue the suspicious eye brow raise*

like we as the watchers know kiyoko is the absolute sweetest angel to ever exist but in a realistic point of view, this was still kinda sussy you know?

she saw the hesitation

‘the team wants to meet you but that might be a lot for you so we thought it was okay for the third years to meet you instead. if you would like, you could call your uncle and see if it’s okay’

nah, you werent taking any chances so you hurriedly whipped out your phone and pressed 1

since he was in your emergency contact :’)

‘oji, theres dis really pretty lady who says shes the manager of yer team’

‘mhm. mhm. shimizu kiyoko’

‘ahhh, okei okei.’

you ended the call and looked at her before standing up

‘lead the way’

she brought you down many stairs and into a secluded little hallway of the third year floor

you were a bit scared so you were walking a little bit behind her but saw 3 figures at the end, just talking and one leaning out of the open window

they saw the two of you and perked up

‘oh hey! you must be coach’s niece!’

the one with grey hair raised a hand

‘yo’ you timidly greeted

the one with the man bun understood your shyness and gave you a small smile

‘azumane asahi’ he extended a hand and you were surprised at how soft his voice was

‘i’m sugawara koshi but feel free to call me suga-senpai!’ he gave you a peace sign that initially made you cringe but quickly found endearing

he seemed really nice

then the last one with the short black hair gave you a smile

‘i’m the captain of the team. sawamura daichi’

ahhh so he was the captain

well, he was no kita-san but they had the same vibe

the same aura

that authoritative and leading aura

they were quick to ask you questions and get to know you better and such

then the bell rang and the older boys bid farewell to you guys while kiyoko was gonna walk you back to your class

not like you were completely lost or anything

but as you walked, she asked you a question

‘y/n, would you like to be a manager? i’m graduating next year and i worry that we won’t have a new one to replace me’

you looked at her in surprise

did someone say something about you being a manager in your old school?

you blinked

‘me?’

she nods, softly

‘you know our coach already and the third years too. it wouldn’t be too hard to be friends with the others but i do admit they’re quite rambunctious’

it might sound like shes complaining but you turn and see her with a smile

‘do ya think i can do it?’

theres that underlying fear

you werent very social and you werent outgoing enough to make friends with anyone and everyone

back home, you had the twins who weaseled you in to the team in middle school and high school

but now, you were completely alone and you had no one, essentially

so yea youre kinda scared lmao

she hums

‘would you like to see first? you dont have to do anything’

you still hesitate

but maybe you can just sit there and see how it goes

you could even walk home with your uncle afterwards and with him, you know you wouldnt get lost

so you nod and you were sent back to class which ended really quickly now that you got something to look forward to later

kiyoko picked you up from your classroom since she knew you werent sure where everything was and she asked you to wait outside a room while she got changed to her manager uniform

you were familiar of the manager uniforms since you had to wear it at junior high and high school too

you even still have your familiar red inarizaki jacket but you were too emotional to wear it nor did you want to wear another school’s jacket

kiyoko smiled when she saw you leaning against the wall after she came out and nudged you

‘follow me?’

you nodded, blinded by both her beauty and her striking white teeth

she made small talk with you along the way like how your first day was and if you liked miyagi

she also asked about where you were from and hyogo

‘i managed ma school’s volleyball team too’

her eyes widened at that revelation

‘did you really? then you know how to do these things then!’

you smiled at her but didnt really answer

the two of you were nearing the gym and could hear the squeaks of shoes against the floor and the balls that were smacking against the walls

hehe

she opened the door and you heard shouts of her name before they saw you based on their silence

you observed the gym and noticed many heads, including the tall scary guy from your class

your brows furrowed when your eyes landed on him but he only looked at you with a blank expression

the third years already knew you so they were giving you a smile

daichi, if you remember correctly, walked up to you and raised a hand

'hey, y/n! glad you could make it!'

you nodded

'shes just observing today, if thats okay?'

daichi lit up and clapped his hands

'of course! feel free to sit over there at the stage, y/n'

the gym wasnt like inarizaki where they had bleachers

it was just a metal box with a stage at the other side

but before you could go, 3 people bounded up to you

one with orange hair

one with a buzzcut

and another with a bleached fringe

omg tsumu?

they looked at you with wonder

daichi noticed them and quickly put an arm in front of you

'everyone! this is l/n y/n, shes coach's niece and shes simply observing today. please be kind to her'

he pointedly looked at the meme trio and they shrunk back with a pout

but you grinned and raised a peace sign

'yo'

they immediately introduced themselves to you with hinata, noya, and tanaka being the very outgoing ones and hinata being the one who was in your year while the other two were second years

you also met the quieter and softer second years: ennoshita, kinoshita, and narita who shot you apologetic smiles after they saw the surprised and overwhelmed look you got after the trio talked your ear off

‘sorry about them. they can be a handful’

ennoshita apologized but you waved a hand around

‘don’ mind! don’ mind!’

and you met the other first years

the tall scary guy was tsukishima kei and the one who was walking next to him with the green hair this morning was yamaguchi and was strikingly opposite to his best friend

he had freckles and an adorable smile

‘hi, i’m yamaguchi tadashi’

he introduced himself with a bashful smile

your heart exploded with how cute he was and nodded before sticking a hand out for him to shake

‘l/n y/n’

then the last team member you were introduced to was kageyama tobio

he is a first-year setter with dark blue hair and seemed to have a hobby of bickering the with the tangerine

he was kinda quiet and a bit awkward with introducing himself but it cant be helped that people were awkward you know?

in a way, he reminded you of sunarin

sigh

you miss them

but once you were introduced to everyone, you simply sat on the edge of the stage and watched them practice

duh, you just met them so you werent gonna have an automatic friendship with any of them but it didnt mean that you were a stranger to them

your uncle did eventually arrive and he already knew that you met kiyoko and the others but he wasnt really sure if you were gonna be there at practice so he was still surprised to see you

keishin would look at you often just to check if you were uncomfortable but he saw some sort of light in your expression, a sense of excitement and longing

he knew that you were a part of a volleyball club in hyogo too since he met the twins in the midst of moving your stuff

so he knew that you had a connection to volleyball

which is why he dropped the hint to the third years and shimizu about possibly recruiting you as a manager for the team

once nightfall breaks and it was finally dark, everyone clapped as a signal that practice was over

you felt bad just watching them clean up so you jumped off the stage to pick up the stray balls and helping them dismantle the net as much as you could

‘y/n, here’s the cart’

shimizu gently said and you smiled before pushing it yourself and dropping the balls in as you went

she watched you with a soft gaze and she was looking forward to training you

she feels that she made the right choice

keishin rounded them up as a meeting before leaving and announced to stop by the store to get some ice pops as a treat for their hardwork today

you connected to the meme trio since they had an energy that reminded you of your friends back home and how lively they were

hinata and you bounced off each other effortlessly and you animatedly spoke to him the entire walk to the store

did you know where you were going?

but you were just following along with everyone else

‘ah, now we got two shortys to worry about’

tsukishima remarked from behind you and both you and hinata gave him a glare

‘rude’

hinata huffed and you nodded

‘its like i can never escape ya, tsukishima. are ya stalkin me?’

you teased and he rolled his eyes before shoving your shoulder lightly

‘dont be so vain, shrimp. maybe its because we live in the same area and go to the same school. its just a maybe though’

okay, hes sarcastic

keishin opened the door to the store and you greeted your auntie who was looking after it for the time

hinata wanted to get some chips but you wanted a drink so you went to the fridges in the back causing kageyama to follow you too

you noticed him stand beside you, looking at the contents of the fridge and you gave him a sideways smile

kageyama turned his head a bit when he saw you and nodded stiffly before opening and reaching for his milk

how cute

you grabbed your f/d and met up with everyone at the front

the third years were fussing over the meme trio while the second years were watching with an amused smile

your uncle stood beside you and nudged your arm

‘so? you okay with this?’

you looked at him and smiled softly

‘its fun’

yea keishin hasnt really seen you smile like that and he felt a warmth surge in his chest

he wanted to make sure you could start over here and help you move on from what happened

this is the first step to doing so

daichi waved you over and suga patted your head as he began to talk to you

you met keishin’s eyes and he nodded

that night, you were on a group facetime with your friends

tsumu: oi, y/n! ya better not be replacin’ us!

osamu: oh, shaddup, tsumu. nothin’ wrong with making friends yanno

sunarin: how is it there? are you getting along with them? are they nice to you?

y/n: ‘m kinda scared to start over but i’ll do ma best

and thus, started your little adventures with karasuno volleyball team

for like a week, you followed kiyoko everywhere and just watched what she did

you found out that you needed to be in a club as a first year from your homeroom teacher who also coincidentally is the advisor for the team

he was so nice omg

as the days went past, you were quickly warming up to the boys and it was like you were back on the groove that you’ve lost

as a manager, you knew that you needed to be responsible while also being a friend to them

you helped kiyoko with the note taking and doing errands with her to ease the burden on her shoulders while also making plans to hang out with the people in the team

it helped that you were also skilled in doing some medical things so you would be on stand-by with the first aid kit just in case someone did something

but when kageyama and hinata start fighting, you just avert your eyes and pretend your didnt see anything

the third years love you since you were a quick learner and you already knew what to do and what to expect during practices and such

the second years were a bit scared that you would be like the meme trio but they found you were actually not that rowdy and they often stand by you to just talk

sigh, why must they always be benched bruh

you were close with them and because they were your senpais, they would also help you with your studies and tutor you

the meme trio thought of you as another goddess with their kiyoko-senpai but hinata and you just clicked so well together

i mean like yall make jokes and be the only ones that laugh at it

kageyama is more distant and reserved from you mainly because thats just how he is but he does start warming up to you in ways like asking if you would help bandage his fingers and such

and sometimes, you grab him his milk before going to school and surprise him with it

very very cute things

gosh, dont get me started on tadashi

you got permission to call him tadashi btw

he is so adorable like help he is so cute

like yall are in the same class and you both talk to each other a lot during lunch since you have now joined their little group (much to tsukishima’s dismay) and you guys get along with your similar interests

but gosh, now we get to tsukishima

this dude cannot seem to forget about your bumping into him and taking his seat during your first day

‘gosh, shorty. remember when-’

‘tsukishima, shaddup!’

he loves and i mean LOVES to tease the ever loving life outta you bro like you cannot seem to escape it

and during practices, he will make little remarks to anger you or tick you off

like when youre on your toes just to reach for something in the storage room, he would somehow know you were in trouble and would make a comment

‘it wouldnt be a problem if you werent so short, chibi’

you turn to him with a glare

‘are ya gonna stand there an’ jus’ keep yappin’ like a chihuahua or are ya gonna help me like a normal human bein’?’

he laughs before huffs and grabs the cone for you but not without accidentally dropping it on your head

‘ah, whoops’

‘yer such a bully, tsukishima’

these boys adore your accent!!!!!!

so it seems that they do have an accent here too but its so faded out and its like a normal tokyo accent but gosh, you were raised in hyogo and your kansai accent is strong asf

and unfortunately i do not speak japanese so i cant explain it directly but theres certain ways that you speak that they find so endearing

like you were rushing to the gym since you were late to their practice because obe-sensei held you up with some sort of issue with your assignment

you were huffing and puffing as you stumbled into the gym and they worriedly asked you where you were and if you were okay

but you were just grumbling since you were frustrated

‘obe-sensei was goin’ on an’ on ‘bout somethin’ so not related ta the homework like didja need ta tell me ‘bout yer dog?! ugh god get the hint why dontcha?!’

you were so cute

like hearing you rant was so adorable and they were blushing at how cute you sounded just now

then training camp starts and you, along with the others, meet nekoma

AHH it was intense and you met the rooster head and kenma too

kuroo looked at you intensely before he lit up, startling you while you were taking notes

‘can i help ya?’

you ask and he chuckled

‘thats where i saw you! youre the girl in suna’s phone!’

you turn red at the mention

help that was so random why did he just say that

‘wha?’

kuroo laughed

‘man! now i remember!’

‘what’re ya sayin’, kuroo-san?’

you press on

‘kenma! come over here!’

he yelled for the bleached hair setter who cringed at the mention of his name and how loud it was yelled but still walked over, eyes glued to his phone

‘what is it?’ his soft voice fills the space

‘you remember the inarizaki trio right? the ones that bokubro brought to our last hang out?’

kenma looked up at kuroo with a furrowed brows

‘huh?’

kuroo rolled his eyes

‘you know, the training camp and how we met that one school in hyogo and we ended up hanging out after?’

‘ah, the twins’

‘same thing. anyways! you remember the middle blocker? i thought you had beef with him at first but you got along with him’

‘ah, suna’

‘yea him! y/n-chan is the girl on his lockscreen, right?’

kenma looked at you, eyes fixing itself on your face as if he was committing your face to his memory

‘uh, wha?’

you ask again

bruh youre the emoticon O.O

then he nodded

‘mhm’

you turned red, freezing and voices tuned out and your team was worriedly asking if you were okay but nah, not really

HAHA ENOUGH OF THAT

because of how young you are, the third years tend to treat you like you were a baby and at first it bothered you with how caring they were since you didnt really know them that well and they were already taking care of you

there was still some underlying trauma from your parents death that haunts you

the guys dont know what happened or anything like that because obviously that was your business and nobody else’s

all they know is that you were from hyogo and transferred over here to miyagi and now live with your uncle

one day, you got a phone call from the legal attorneys with them explaining that all of the stuff was being finalized and you were finally finished with the longest months of your life

it was during a school day and you needed absolute privacy so you were at the back of the gym since one, the rooftop had too many cliche stuff happen up there and there has to be someone that could go up there and two, the volleyball gym wasnt exactly a popular hangout spot for anyone and three, the back of it was rarely visited by any of your team members and most of them would be in class anyways so they wouldnt be here unless they were skipping

but anyways

you were pacing behind the gym with your phone pressed to your ear

‘if you have any other questions, ms. l/n, feel free to call us okay? again, we are very sorry for your loss and offer our utmost condolences. there is always light in the darkness’

‘yes, thank you. goodbye’

you mumbled before they hung up and you stopped, harshly biting your lips with tears brimming your eyes and fists clenched around your phone at your sides

this was it

everything was done

you should be relieved, there was no more issues or legalities left to worry about

so why do you feel so empty?

as messed up as it was, those stresses and problems were the last of what connected you to your parents

and now that it was finished, it felt like that connection was gone

you sucked in a breath harshly, trying to not cry and make yourself calm down but you couldnt, sobs escaping you

you harshly wiped your eyes and kept breathing in and out to stop yourself

‘l/n?’

someone’s voice called out to you from way in front of you so you looked up and saw

kageyama?

his eyebrows were furrowed like usual but there wasnt a trace of annoyance like there usually was

instead, there was concern

‘ah’

you mumbled before shakily sighing and breathing for a second before looking up at him

even with your puffy eyes and red face with tear tracks down your face, you still smiled at him

‘wha’s up, kageyama?’ you question and he sighed a bit

‘what happened? are you okay?’

he approached you cautiously but you nodded

‘yea, ‘m fine. really’

he didnt believe you but didnt say anything, continuing to look at you

your eyes glaze over and you looked down

‘please, don’ give me yer pity’

you whisper

kageyama’s eyes widens

‘huh?’

‘i don’ need pity, kageyama’

there was no malice or anger in your voice, just a little tone of embarrassment peaking through

kageyama understood

pride

he was the same way

he was prideful and would rather die than someone seeing him so vulnerable and much less, crying his heart out

especially to someone he knew personally

so he understood

and he also understood grief

no one knew anything about your past as their coach always remained tight-lipped about it

but he did hear from some gossip from his mother with the coaches in the area that the old coach ukai’s granddaughter died

were you somehow connected to that?

oh, the current coach ukai was your uncle so it had to be you

you looked at kageyama and you saw a flash of understanding

did he know?

kageyama turned to lean against the wall

‘would you like me to leave you alone? i promise i won’t say anything to anyone’

his gruff voice sounded gentle and you looked up at him

‘yer a good person, kageyama. but, ‘m okay’

there was definitely an odd aura in the gym today and you and the coach were acting weird but everyone didnt want to be involved in familial business so they left it alone

but kageyama was paying attention to you more than usual and running to you to be bandaged up

they were even shocked when he patted your head

trust me, kageyama shocked himself too

the entire time, the team were trying to make you laugh and doing more jokey things

they wanted to cheer you up and daichi suddenly remembered, in the midst of closing up and cleaning up

he got you a surprise before they were starting to do the interhighs and he ran to the storage room, everyone watching him intently

‘daich-san?’ you asked when he came out and walked towards you with his hands behind him

daichi smiled softly before presenting you a clothing

is that

‘welcome to karasuno high school volleyball club!’

they shouted and you looked at them with wide eyes, tears once again in your eyes but this time, they were kinda happy tears

you looked to the side to shimizu and she gave you a rare wide smile and your uncle too

what is this feeling

so familiar but so strange since you havent felt it in a very long time

‘thank you!’

you shouted with them and bowed to keep your tears hidden

you all went to your family’s convenience store to celebrate and when you and keishin got home, he pulled you to a hug

‘we’re here now, y/n. not just me, but the team too’

that night, you once again facetimed the trio and they saw how grinny you were

tsumu: ei, why’re ya lookin’ like that?

y/n: tsumu, rude!

osamu: yea, did somethin’ happen?

you shake your head

y/n: the volleyball team here is really nice

tsumu: ahhh, yer really replacin’ us now!!!! what would kita-san say hm?!

osamu: here ya go again with your jealousy

while the twins bickered, suna gave you a gentle smile

suna: something good happened right? i havent seen you smile like that in a while

y/n: yea. i just…

you trail off, eyes wandering to the black karasuno jacket hanging there beside your red inarizaki one

y/n: its not startin’ over. its jus’ startin’ a new part of ma life. and i think ‘m ready to do it.

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Romance Starts With The Stomach

Okay, so this is kinda my first story, like, EVER, on Tumblr, so please don't shit on me if it's bad, I am very aware of that myself, thanks 👍

Anyway, I basically came up with this story because I recently had soup (it was so good like holy crap), there's soup in BaTIM, and I remembered the line 'the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach' that Tiana says from Princess and The Frog, so yeah, I thought it would be cute :]

Fem!Reader x Ink!Bendy

Story: Y/n and Bendy have ended up accidentally making a magical contracting bond between their souls, meaning that they can't hurt each other and are sort of stuck together in the abandoned studio. They've been sort of ignoring each other for the main part up until now, but there's some bad news; Y/n is getting hungry, and she needs to eat…

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"Grooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwl..." A noise resembling much like a distant thunder strike rumbled and echoed through the corridor. A dusting of blush crept up onto my face, placing a hand on my abdomen and pressing down hard to try and muffle the complaining my stomach was making in the absence of the food it so desperately desired. This only made it worse however, appearing to instead push my middle into making even more sounds of winging and whining. The ink demon himself finally seemed to notice, his tail whipping at the air elegantly as he turned and blinked with inky and gooey eyes.

"...'S tha' you, lady?"

"Y-yeah, sorry, I haven't eaten in a while..." I mumbled apologetically, reaching into my satchel at last. "We've been running around so much, so I haven't had the chance to have a snack break."

"Figures. You humans are always hungry fo' somethin' or othah." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a snarky tone. He'd maintained this attitude for basically the entire time. Like a fed up teenager being forced to go shopping with his mother. It was frankly pathetic, but hey, he was a demon so there wasn't much I could do, unless I wanted to be mildly inconvenienced with his unholy rage. As I rummaged around for even something small like a chocolate bar or a biscuit, my hand became more frantic, until I quickly realised. I had nothing left. My middle roared again for food.

"groooooooowl!!!"

"Uh oh.."

"W-whaddya mean 'uh-oh'?"

"I'm out. I have nothing to eat!" I explained, showing Bendy my empty bag as he leaned in and inspected it closely, grumbling to himself as seeming much more peeved with each second that my stomach called out in starvation. He brought his hand up to his face, using two fingers to massage the area between his eyes where a nose should be.

"Well that's just peachy."

"Groooooowl!"

"This is a really sticky situation 'ere."

"Grooooowwl!!"

"Bendy-"

"Seems you've gone an but the dust!"

"GROOOOWL!"

"Dude! Stop using those words, it's actually making my stomach hurt!" I exclaimed, making the demon sigh exasperated lying and lazily raise his hands up in surrender. Suddenly a very comical light bulb physically appeared above Bendy's head, taking me be surprise.

"Follow me, I know a place to grab somethin' to bite, toots!"

"Leave my toes out of this, Bendy."

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"Come on, just try it!"

"Ew! Hell no!!" I argued, using a plank of wood to keep Bendy and his suggestion away from me; In his arms he carried a really old and raw slab of meet, clearly infested with diseases I very much did not want to risk the chance of catching.

"Oh, don't be difficult, Y/n! It's just a day or two out of date" He rolled his eyes and held up the meat towards me, visibly causing me to gag and drop the plank, jumping back and hiding behind a support beam and peeking out at the ink demon cautiously.

"Yeah! 'A day or two OUT OF THE QUESTION'!" I stated, shooing him away as he grumbled to himself in cartoon speech, before chucking the meat slab to the side impatiently, to which I sighed in relief.

"I mean honestly, you mortals are so sensitive." He sassed, turning his back on me and kneeling down to inspect the drawers closely. "If you won't eat meat, you'll have to eat greens! Let's see, we have...broccoli...mushy carrots...-oh hey, an apple with a worm!"

"Gross." I whined and stuck out my tongue, watching in disgust as the inky creature scoured the cupboards for veg that was definitely as dry as wood by this point. On and on he went, listing what was there and what he liked about their staleness. I rolled my eyes, sniffing once as the air as the pangs of hunger in my stomach grew louder, only to catch a whiff of something. Something nice, veggie, meaty, brothy, edible! I sniffed the air a few more times, feeling my tummy react positively to the smell as well. All my sniffing also caught the attention of Bendy, who stood up and looked at me with a confused brow.

"Uh...are ya synisus actin' up, doll?" He asked.

"I smell something. Something..." I paused, closing my eyes and taking a long smell, before grinning brightly, "...delicious!"

And like a bullet, I was off, shooting down the corridor towards the room where the treasure was to be found. Following behind my, Bendy staggered behind, seeming to find a little trouble in keeping up with me (which was a first). Past countops and cupboards I weaved myself through the rooms, skipping down hallways until I finally came across a singular storage room that claimed host of the tempting scent. A storage room, filled with barrels, most likely filled with the most deliciously untold delicacies if it smelt this good alone! I hopped forwards and stopped in front of a barrel, opening it up hurriedly, only for my grin to drop at the sight of tin shining back up at me depressingly. Cans. A barrel full of cans. Picking up a can, I examined the label along the curve: 'Bacon Soup'.

"What'd ya find, Y/n?" Bendy asked, finally having cought up to me as I stared at the soup can, confused.

"I...what the shit is this?" I turned to him and asked, shoving the can into his gloved hands as he blinked in shock to my profanity, observing the can briefly, only to ah in realisation.

"Ah, it's bacon soup." He repeated.

"Yeah, I know what it is- why would anyone come up with it!?"

"Well, hey, I doubt there's anythin' else here, toots! You followed it's scent like a dawg, so you must like i' so SOME degree!" He defended, handing me back the can forcefully, to which I held it and opened another barrel with my free. But unfortunately, he was right, there was only more cans of bacon soup on the second barrel. I sighed in disappointment, looking back at the can in my hand, debating what to do. "...At least try i', yeah?" Bendy suggested.

"Grooooowl!" My stomach moaned. I sighed, truly defeated as I opened the can, shut my eyes tight, and took a good sip of it's contents...

...-

And within SECONDS, I was gulping down the rest of the can's delectable brothy heaven as if it were my life support! It was gorgeous, like a work of art, painted by god himself. The god of soups! I felt the smooth, syrupy texture slide down my throat and deep into my core, warming me up a pleasant amount, despite its unheated state. Finally, I removed the can from my lips and groaned loudly in pleasure to the soup's aftertaste.

"Oh my god, that's so good!" I rasped, grabbing another can and ripping the lid open, beginning to swallow the contents once more, unable to get enough! It was sooooo addictive.

"Well heeeeeelloooooooo! Y'know, I do appreciate a lady who can eat~" I heard Bendy's voice flirt with me, clearly finding my sudden addiction the the soup an amusing thing to tease me with. I couldn't give a crap though, I was just so immersed in the sanctuary that was this seductive soup.

"Ah, shut it, Satan, I'm in heaven!" I exhaled after finishing the second can, reaching for a third and sitting down on the floor with it in hand, my back pressed against the barrel surface so that I could relax. Again, I opened the can and began to wolf down the angelic and tasty substance, my life up till this point feeling almost dull compared to the very moment where I was finally rewarded with the one thing i had been missing out on this entire time: BACON SOUP! But of course, all good thinfs have to come to an end. Consuming the last of the soup from the can, I gently placed the empty tin on the floor and took a second to relax and briefly digest what saintly thing I had just experienced, my hand placed gratefully onto my belly which now remained still and silent, proving just how satisfactory the soup was in this conundrum of hunger.

"Well then, toots - are ya still hungry~?" The smirking ink demon purred, a smug grin plastered onto his face as I basked in the happiness the food had brought me, finding it impossible, for the first time ever, to even be mad with him and his teasing!

"Oh, 'hungry'? I don't recognise the meaning~" I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I enjoyed the company of the ink demon for the first time. He looked amused and happy that I was so happy after a few helpings of soup.

"Dang, tha' must've hit a reaaaaaal good spot in your stomach; you're all...smiley and stuff! Y'know, you have a nice smile, dollface~"

"Yeaaah, don't ruin it."

"Alrigh', I'll le' you have this momen' to ya'self, darlin'~"

~~~~

I mean, technically it's romantic, because Bendy's flirting the entire time? Eh, I'm counting it--

#bendy and the ink machine x reader #Food #Soup #Bendy #BaTIM #BaTDR #Bendy x Reader

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COFFEE: PG.14 — alleyway therapy sessions

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 15 2023 — 10:59 PM

IT HAD BEEN quite a bit of time since you started dating Tim. In all honesty, it was great — you’re dates were consistent, you got to spend time with his family, and hang outs outside of dates were enjoyable.

However, recently there has been a shift in your peaceful relationship. Tim had cancelled on you, again.

You understood the first time, he had rich kid socialite duties to attend to. The second time you were skeptical since it was back-to-back but he had given you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, so who were you to refuse? But this was the third time.

You both had planned on having a cute date at the park since it was a particularly good day to Gotham’s standards but as it turned out, he canceled on you.

Staring at Tim’s apology message, tears threatened to slip out of the corners of your eyes but you wouldn’t allow them. Taking a sharp inhale through your nose, you take your phone and leave.

Walking along the grim sidewalk of Gotham, you make a sharp turn through the alleyway for a shortcut to your apartment. Though doing that in Gotham wasn’t the best idea but you could handle a few thugs.

No one leave their house without a weapon in Gotham of course.

Halfway through the alleyway, a larger vine carrying two women emerge from the shadows in front of you — Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

“Ivy, I love you and all but are you sure this is a good idea? I mean like, I’m sure a lot of people out there deserve a good beating but not them! They look like they’ve had a rough night,” Harley told her girlfriend to which you sigh at.

“Of course the world isn’t done with torturing me,” you mumble.

“See!”

“Huh, I thought there would be a lot more shitty people that come down this route,” Ivy mutters.

“Are you alright sweetie? You look like you’ve had a bad day?”

“Wait Harles, you can’t be seriously starting a therapy session right now are you?”

“C’mon Ivy! This is the least we can do for them! I mean we inconvenienced them, potentially ruined their day by showing up — I mean like I would also be upset if a pair of heroes showed up for no reason — and! They look depressed! Look at their face!”

Wow. You didn’t know whether to be glad that someone noticed your sadness or offended at the fact that someone thought you looked depressed.

Probably a mixture of both.

Ivy raised a brow at her girlfriends notions and looked you over as you stared blankly into the abyss. Her eyes widen in realization of who you were, “Hey wait, aren’t you that viral employee of Café Remedies? Y/N, right?”

“That’s me,” you huff out, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Holy shit I love that place! They make hella good macarons,” Harley interjects, “See! We gotta have a therapy session now.”

“Ugh, fine,” the redhead rolls her eyes, using her vines to create makeshift chairs for the three of you to sit on.

You stare at the sudden creation in shock but swiftly get over it once you see the couple sit down on them nonchalantly.

“So tell me, what’s going on currently?” the ex-psychiatrist begins, taking out a pen and notepad.

“Harles where on Earth did you get that?”

“It’s honestly nothing but like— he just keeps on canceling on me and I don’t know what to do, like is it me? Am I the problem—?”

“Slow down,” the blond interrupts with a calm voice, “Who are we talking about here?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Who’s the boyfriend?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Oh you gotta be shitting me! Him?” Ivy abruptly says, “He’s actually dating somebody?” She turns to look at her girlfriend to which she looks at her with the same expression.

“Apparently, I thought they were just rumors and speculation,” she shrugged her shoulders.

“We literally posted pictures of our first date— anyways,” you shake your head trying to get back on track, “He keeps on canceling our dates last minute and I’m starting to have doubts because what if he’s not into me anymore? Did he even like me in the first place — I was the one who suggested our first date so what if he just said yes out of obligation since I’m friends with Duke?”

“Wait Duke as in Duke Thomas?” the plant enthusiast questioned once more, to which you nod your head in response. “Holy shit you have connections.”

“But Duke isn’t even legally adopted by the Wayne’s,” Harley points out turning towards you, “Is he?”

“Well it doesn’t even matter since he literally attends the same events they do,” Ivy reminds.

“True I guess, but back on track. Tim keeps on canceling your guys’ dates?” the blond flips her notepad to a new page and clicks her pen once more.

“Yeah the first time he blamed it on his ‘rich kid duties,’” you quote.

“Why have money if you can’t even use it to bail out of something to spend time with you’re partner?” the redhead deadpans.

“And the second time?”

“He did the same thing but got me flowers as an apology and promised to show up the next time but uh,” you click your tongue, “He obviously didn’t show up.”

“Does he text or call you whenever he cancels on you?” Harley asked, putting black framed glasses on. Where she was pulling all of these things from alluded you but you didn’t question it.

“He texts me.”

She furrows her brows at that statement, “Can I see the text messages?”

Unlocking your phone, you press the messages app and show her your past conversations with your beloved. “We’ve called a few times during this time but that’s it.”

“Alright did you leave him on read?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good he deserves it after answering your texts with the max of five words.”

SPECIAL NOTE: y’all might not hear from me next week since I got midterms but I will finish this smau before 2024 I swear!! also, I’m imagining Harley and Ivy are like they are in the Harley Quinn animated series — just an fyi

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Jealousy

Pt 1 - Innocent || Pt 2 - Guilty

AO3 Link

Ambessa x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k NSFW, MDNI, Explicit Warnings/tags: Jealousy, mentions of blood & death (not graphic and only to minor background character) Smut, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom/sub Undertones, Possessive Sex, light marking, Aftercare

Summary: Ambessa catches you on the receiving end of some flirtations. Needless to say, she's not too pleased with it. Just be thankful she finds you innocent this time. Basically just a lil ficlet based on this post regarding the prompt for "Jealous Ambessa".

AN: So this is my first time writing for Ambessa and I’m praying I didn’t fuck it up because it would be a disgrace to this wonderful woman. If y’all are digging my portrayal of her, I would gladly write more. So please do comment, reblog, tag with thoughts, etc if you enjoyed this, otherwise I will take your silence as a “I did not enjoy it but am being nice and not saying so.” 😄

"My lady?" you call out, voice soft with concern.

"Yes?" Ambessa calls back from where she sits at the edge of her large, ornate four-poster bed.

Stepping up beside her, you watch her expression as she turns the sword in her hands over several times, inspecting it- for what you aren’t exactly sure, but you have other pressing thoughts on your mind. With one hand resting beneath the other across your front, you wring them together in concern. "Have you seen Cecil?" you ask.

Ambessa's eyes flick to yours briefly, then quickly back to her sword.

You swear for a moment that you saw some sort of realization in her gaze, but it’s gone so fast you can’t be certain you hadn’t just imagined it.

"Who?" she asks, her tone indifferent, uninterested.

"Cecil. The young servant boy you hired about a month ago. He was supposed to bring me back a dress he offered to take to get cleaned and repaired. That was quite early this morning though. It's nearly nightfall and he hasn't returned."

"My dear girl, I have many servants,” she replies with a shake of her head. “You can't possibly expect me to keep tabs on all of them.” After wiping off a small smear of blood from the tip of her blade, she side-eyes you, taking in your furrowed brows. She slips her sword into its sheath on the bed beside her before turning her full attention to you, dark red lips curling into a smile. Placing a warm hand gently on your arm, she speaks softly, “Don’t fret. We'll simply buy you a new dress."

“I’m just worried about Ce-” Your words come to a halt as Ambessa rises to her feet before you and takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently forcing you to look up at her. Your mouth hangs open, lips slightly parted mid-sentence as she runs her thumb across the plush of your bottom lip.

It seems Ambessa is about to speak, but she too is interrupted- by the sudden appearance of one of her maids.

“My liege, forgive the intrusion, but we’ve found one of the servants, a young man, lying face down in the courtyard.”

Ambessa turns toward the doorway where the maid stands, but you only do so as well once she releases your chin. And your worry returns full force when you spot the maid’s own distress. She looks absolutely shaken to the core.

Oh no! Cecil?!

“And why is this of my concern?” Ambessa asks coldly.

You turn to glance up at her stony expression in confusion. She couldn’t possibly be oblivious as to why he is in that position, could she?

“My liege, he- he’s dead. He was- he was-” The maid’s voice starts to tremble and your stomach sinks.

“He was what, girl? Do you expect me to guess?” Ambessa snaps impatiently.

“He was decapitated!” the maid finally chokes out.

Your eyes go wide, hands flying up to cover your mouth and muffle the gasp threatening to escape. Ambessa however, much to your surprise, is completely unphased, or at most mildly inconvenienced by the news.

“Well, then why are you here? Get one of the guards to clean it up!” she snaps and waves her hand dismissively at the maid.

The poor maid, near tears, mumbles a quick apology, curtsies, then scurries off.

Your lady is known for being rather… callous at times, but she seems oddly apathetic over the fact that one of her servants was just brutally killed on the palace grounds. And as your eyes slowly drift up the muscular arm beside you, your gaze freezes when you spot something on her silver shoulder pad. Something dark red.

Blood?!

Your eyes dart over the rest of her uniform, and sure enough, there are small spatterings of blood over the black leather and red fabric that hug her front. You hadn’t noticed it from a distance due to the dark colors, but it's clear as day now.

“You know-” Ambessa begins slowly, her voice eerily calm and low- lower than usual even. “-I do seem to recall a Cecil now. The boy who seemed rather fond of you. Got rather-” She pauses to run the back of a large finger down over the curve of one of your breasts. “-touchy with you this morning.”

You tilt your head back, pleading eyes searching Ambessa’s frighteningly dark ones as realization starts to sink in. And the gravity of your situation weighs heavy in the pit of your stomach.

She- she killed him for…

She peers down at you, her lips curled into a soft smile, but you can see something beyond that feigned gentleness. You can see the ire burning behind her gray eyes. She’s not happy.

“My lady I did not know- I- I wouldn’t-”

“Yes, my foolish girl. You did not know. But he did. And I fear it could very well happen again. You are quite the catch, you know. I think perhaps there needs to be a reminder. Of who you belong to. What do you think?”

You gulp, throat bobbing as you struggle to swallow the lump that quickly forms.

You know your lady to be ruthless, unforgiving, and maybe even cruel to her enemies, but surely she wouldn’t punish you for something so- so frivolous, so meaningless.

Would she?

As you find yourself suddenly backed against the edge of her bed your confidence in the answer quickly wanes. And when the back of your knees hit the mattress, causing you to lose your balance and sit, she only drives that doubt further with how she cages you between two muscular arms. Her large body towers over yours, encasing you completely in her shadow. Suddenly you know what it feels like to be the tiniest mouse trapped beneath a terrifyingly large lioness.

Slowly, deliberately, she leans down to bring her mouth to your ear.

“We will show them that you are mine. Isn’t that right, my pet?” she hums.

She may have posed it as a question, but you know full well it’s not a question.

It’s a promise.

You lie back on the expensive silk sheets of Ambessa's bed, completely oblivious as to how you've utterly soaked them with your sweat, tears, drool, and slick. Mind too lost in the myriad of sensations overtaking your body, you simply stare dumbly up at the gold and crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above you through half-lidded eyes. Two deliciously large fingers pump deep inside your dripping cunt, repeatedly dragging along that sweet spot, pulling desperate and pathetic mewl after mewl from your slack mouth.

You've lost track of just how many times your lady has brought you to that delicious peak, but you're certain that even if you'd told her you'd had enough, she would relentlessly continue until you either dried up or passed out. Unable to fathom a universe in which she couldn't keep you endlessly wet, you place your bets on the latter being the end to this sweet torture.

Your lids finally flutter shut when you feel the press of Ambessa’s soft lips against the top of one thigh while the other is grasped and held in place by a large, strong hand. The pace of her fingers pumping inside you never falters, even as she digs her nails possessively into your skin and her lips slowly ascend. It’s a struggle to focus on just one feeling when everything just feels so good.

Even amongst all the wonderful sensations, you know in the back of your mind that there is more to this than simply bringing you pleasure. She’s teaching a lesson. For you, it’s to prove that she is the only one who can please you like she can. That no one knows your body as she does. To your potential attempted wooers, it’s to leave her mark, label what is hers, and leave a warning. And as you feel her lips travel across your spasming stomach, over each breast, and finally along your exposed neck, you know all those lovely dark red lipstick stains she’s leaving behind are only just the beginning. What you don’t know is where exactly it will end.

When you feel her heated breath tickle your ear, her lips nearly touching the sensitive flesh, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and hold your breath. She’s about to speak, and you know better than to be too loud, but she isn’t making it easy on you. Not when her thumb is now rubbing circles around your swollen clit in rhythm with the fingers dragging along your walls.

“You are too soft. Your skin too perfect. Too untouched,” she purrs. “You look… unclaimed. We must fix that, mustn’t we, dear?”

You release your lip in hopes to answer her question, but all that slips past is an incoherent sob as she flicks the pad of her thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Hmm? What was that, dear?” she taunts lowly.

You don’t hear her though, your head buzzing as you feel another orgasm fast approaching.

“Answer me!” she growls, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

Your eyes fly open at the startling pain, a yelp pulling from your throat. “Yes, my lady!” you nearly scream.

“That’s right. That’s a good girl,” she purrs.

If that praise hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge, the euphoric feeling of her nails possessively raking up the side of your body, clear from your thigh to your neck, certainly would be. The broken moans that fall past your parted lips die into a breathless gasp as she wraps that large hand around your neck, pressing just hard enough to leave your vision as hazy as your mind. The pleasure that wracks your body is unlike any other. You tremble beneath her as you ride through wave after wave, nearly missing the sensations of her mouth descending your body, sucking and biting harshly, covering every inch of your sweat-slick skin with little reminders that you are taken. That you are hers.

As you lie on Ambessa's bed, right where she left you after finally taking mercy on your overstimulated and exhausted body, you struggle to remain conscious. You hear and see only bits and pieces, little snapshots that may or may not commit to memory. Your lady, the one you normally take care of, wiping down your sticky thighs, washing away the sweat that coats your now tender and marked flesh. Her touching each mark, pressing into them just hard enough to watch you flinch and sigh when she then gently caresses them. You catch only blurred glimpses of her face. Her beautiful dark skin decorated with pale scars. Her dark red lips pulled into a soft, satisfied smile while she admires her pet.

Just before you slip away into blissful sleep, you feel her warm body over yours and her mouth beside your ear.

"Count yourself lucky I found you innocent."

#arcane #ambessa #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #arcane ambessa x reader #honey writes

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starglow-xx · 1 year

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— Oh Baby!

part 2! - a solution? sure, let’s call it that

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; written segment, fluff / platonic themes, comedy? ; check out pt. 1 here!

warnings: a stressed prefect pt. 2, unedited

a/n: YALL it’s been a year since i posted the first part to this and obviously since then i’ve completed the books for octavinelle, scarabia, and pomefiore, so maybe they’ll have future appearances later hehe but no promises

“you’re telling me you don’t know how to fix this?!” you whisper yelled.

“that’s what i said was it not?”

you wanted to scream in frustration at the headmaster but refrained yourself from doing so as your newly turned baby friends were oh so peacefully playing in the common room as you and crowley talked in the kitchen, and didn’t want to draw attention.

“loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey!”

“shut up!”

maybe peacefully was too good of a word in this situation.

“WELL THEN! it seems that i am no longer needed so i will take my leave—”

“get the hell back here for seven’s sake! and didn’t i tell you to keep your voice down?!”

“but—”

“shut up! if you won’t help me solve my problem then don’t speak at all!” you continued to whisper yell.

“...”

“seriously?!”

with strength that you usually save for rounding up ace, deuce, and grim (on normal circumstances), you grab the stupid headmaster by the back of his cloak thing as he turns away from you to make his escape.

“oh no you don’t!”

the bird for brains had the audacity to sigh at you like he was the one inconvenienced with 8 children. 8 actual children.

“ms. prefect, you must understand, that despite how gracious i am, i simply do not have time for—”

“i’ll go on strike if you don’t help me!”

“...come again?”

you sweatdrop as you let go of his cloak. you didn’t really think the whole thing through, it kind of just came out of you mouth, but it seemed to get his attention so you’re going to have to role with it dammit.

“t-that’s right!”

you cursed in your head slightly as you stammer. there’s no turning back!

“i’ll for once since i’ve gotten here be an normal student! so that means no cleaning after your messes, doing chores that shouldn’t be my responsibility, fighting stupid overblots blah blah blah, you get the picture?”, you threaten.

crowley is silent as he contemplates your words.

“and no, holding housing or allowance over my head is not going to work, because i will literally get myself adopted by another dorm or so help me.”

at that, crowley sighs once again, but this time in defeat at the teenage girl in front of him.

“all right, i’ll go work with the staff to try and figure something out.”

phew.

“however!”

god dammit you can never win can you.

crowley with a stern voice as he wags one of his fingers shatters your hopes and dreams with a simple, “the children must stay here!”

you couldn’t believe your ears, and started to yell, forgetting about whisper yelling.

“what?! why?! i’m asking for help with them because i can’t handle it!”

he simply raises an eyebrow at you.

“do you think it’ll be beneficial and efficient to have the children running around potions and stacks of books while we try and find their cure?”

you sigh, disappointed but not surprised at his rebuttal.

“...no sir”

“great! i guess we’re on the same page after all! i wish you the best of luck prefect, for i am gracious.”

you deadpan.

“right of course. whatever would i do without your help headmaster”

“oh you’d probably perish!”

“that was sarcasm”

ignoring your retort, the man dramatically swished his coat cape thing nearly whacking you in the face (you’re 98% sure it was on purpose) as you feel a migraine start coming on, and the you 15 minutes ago wouldn’t believe it wasn’t because of the children.

after a deep sigh, you follow after crowley reentering what grim dubbed as the “danger zone” only to catch the evasive headmaster walk out the door and shut it behind them.

from where you’re standing, you hear grim, who’s awake now, but still lying on the floor, mumble something along the lines of “useless” and you couldn’t agree more.

you eye the handful of children running around and yelling at each other.

oh great seven, this is going to be one hell of a migraine.

i love their shenanigans <33

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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june-again · 10 months

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KAVEH: # following a long day. comfort/platonic; 500w.

your day had been exceptionally terrible, and, showing up at kaveh and alhaitham’s doorstep, you pleaded with kaveh to let you stay the night so that you wouldn’t have to be alone with yourself.

he opened the door wide for you, of course, asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“i’d rather just go to bed if that's alright,” you told him. “i can sleep on the couch.”

“are you sure?”

you told him that you'd sleep on the floor if it meant you wouldn't have to be alone.

he decided that he would sleep on other couch in the sitting room.

he pulled two blankets out for you:

”this one was brought from some merchants in aaru village to port ormos, where i purchased it,” he told you, “and this one i got from a weaver from fontaine. sheepskin. just look at the design!”

you took one. “at least i’ll be sleeping in style.”

the couch was not uncomfortable, and you were not cold, but of course you still could not sleep. events of the day haunted your thoughts as you lay back, only light from the hall lantern and moonlight from the foyer window preventing sheer darkness.

“comfy?”

“i'll be fine.”

“that sounds like a no.”

you managed a chuckle.

“sorry, am i keeping you awake?”

“don't worry about me,” you said, “what about alhaitham? isn't he in bed?”

kaveh scoffed. “at this hour? he's probably still reading. i wouldn't be concerned about keeping him awake, friend. he can complain to me tomorrow.”

“i’d feel bad.”

“no, no. please don't feel bad for inconveniencing alhaitham.”

you felt a bit better. “and you?

“i’d rather you were here and miserable than alone and miserable.”

“well.” you pulled your blanket up to your neck. “i appreciate it, kavs.”

“kavs?”

you smiled to yourself.

he asked you what the nickname meant, but you didn't reply.

“you're a strange one, y/n. you better explain it tomorrow.”

“mhm,” you said. and again, emotion hit you out of nowhere, deafening you to anything he said afterwards. you rubbed your eyes, wishing that you could imagine anything else.

kaveh noticed your silence and asked you what had happened today.

you could not tell him all the details—you could not bear it.

but you told him some.

enough that he understood why you came over.

his voice was soft and careful when you were done.

“i'm sorry,” he said into the darkness, “i’m sorry you had to go through that. i wish i could keep you from ever feeling how you do now. is—is there anything i can do to help?”

“kaveh, you're doing plenty just by having me here.”

“nonsense.”

you didn't respond, your eyes threatening to shut.

“are you sleeping yet?”

you weren’t, yet, but you stayed quiet.

“sleep tight, y/n.”

you heard a bit of a shuffle, but your eyes were shut and so you did not look. you got a feeling, however, that kaveh had repositioned himself on the floor next to the couch you were lying on, ready to comfort you should you need it.

author's note. hello my lovelies. i've got reason to believe that you may have had a bad day recently if you read this far; here's your reminder that kaveh would want to hear you out, and that i do want to hear you out if you need to vent. my inbox is open and you may specify that you don't want your ask answered/answered publicly.

also, as of posting this, i wrote this two weeks ago, but kept it in my drafts until i was sure i wanted to post it. i had an exceptionally long day at work today and it felt right. it was a nice read, too. i love kaveh.

consider reblogging if you enjoyed!

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judesmoonbeauty · 2 months

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The Greedy Siren 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆｡˚ 𓇼

WC: 3,693 CW: Light mentions of Death, Self-sacrifice. Tags: SFW, Dreams, Sirens, Yandere, Angst, Romance, Kissing, Light mentions of Imprisonment, Yearning Pairing: Elbert Greetia x You Inspiration: Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea by MISSIO Minors: DNI Read more here.

Your feet were planted at the edge of the white shoreline while the incessantly chilled waters from the ocean flooded over ankles. The entire horizon was stark white, no clouds, no sun, no moon, or stars were present. It was simply an empty white void enticing you to journey to it's end, so obeying this inexplicable beckoning, you step forward and to your surprise you do not sink when you enter the water. Cautiously you tread a top the deep blue waters and after a moment, you pause to look back upon the beach, only to see the shoreline shimmer like an evanescent bubble and then disappear from your sight.

You do not panic or fear because deep within yourself you know you're being called by something and you must respond to that call. It doesn't make sense, but then again what does anything of this world so far? Further and further, you travel distantly towards the horizon that has no end in sight. A light breeze blows past you carrying faint melancholic whispers of that which entrances your soul. It sounds so lonely, like a cry of longing and sadness, and your heart yearns to comfort it. Following the breeze, the further you travel the more you wonder what it is that is truly calling you. The saturation of the blue water seems to have intensified some unnatural color. It's beautiful, exotic and rich, much like the wing of a Morpho butterfly.

After some time, you finally catch sight of something in the distance that uniquely stands out against the world of white and blue. A figure dressed in black, with gray indifferent eyes, gloved hands and a handsome face stands prominently next an object draped in a canvas cloth at his feet. You noticed that he too did not sink into the ocean beneath you, but before you could open your mouth to question him, he spoke first.

“Oh, finally! I never thought you'd make it here. I've got other things to do you know,” he huffed.

“You're waiting for me?”

“Well, of course. Do you think I'd be standing here for hours and hours on end otherwise?”

You were taken aback by his complaining of your being late that had inconvenienced him, but then asked him, “What am I to do here?”

He replied in utter exasperation, “Why, you're the offering of course. Don't you know anything about this place?”

You replied by tilting your head at him, prompting him to explain that this was the world of - the Siren. The Siren calls out in a whispered song for all beautiful things to come to him, and once you've responded to his call by entering this world, you're never able to escape again.

“Essentially, my dear, you've entered a gilded bird cage, and very soon it's bottom will open and swallow you up in it's entirety.”

“I wouldn't considered myself beautiful.”

“How modest of you, but you see, only things that the Siren considers beautiful are invited by him, and only beautiful possessions may respond to his call. Therefore, you must at least meet the bare minimum of his beauty standard.”

“If you say so,” you stare at the man in black as he nonchalantly explained you came to be in this world.

“Is there a way to escape?”

You asked him earnestly as he stood there and laughed so hard at the question that a tear formed in one of his eyes. “Oh, haha. You're entirely serious aren't you? Well, I don't blame you. No one wants to be a sacrifice, do they? However, I'm afraid there isn't a way.”

You look down at the water gently rippling beneath in defeat when he suddenly approached you, sharing the same air that you were breathing. Take a lock of your long hair in his gloved hand, he made you an offer, “It's a shame that someone as adorable as you became entangled in the Siren's call. Well, I suppose I could help you, and give you the most pleasant dream before you depart from this life. I could even join you for a bit, hm?”

His gray eyes smoldered with a sinister desire as he ogled you like a fruit ripe for plucking. Ignoring his offer, you knock his hand away from you, and you take a step backwards. He simply shrugs at your rejection and pulls the cloth off the object that had been laying next to him, revealing a beautiful glass casket. It was trimmed with the most brilliant gold and clusters of butterflies dappled it all over, such a beautiful and terrifying box to behold. When you realize it was meant for yourself, you swallowed hard, and asked, “Why the casket?”

“He'll want to watch your beauty for as long as it lasts. Although, it may be a while before you actually plunge to your watery death, you'll most likely starve to death here before you're taken below. Well, why don't you hop in now? It'll save time to have you prepared beforehand.”

He opens the lid to the casket and extends his hand to help you inside, but you refuse to enter the coffin. “I'd prefer not to be more confined than I am before I am sacrificed, and is there really no way to survive?” His deadpan stare wasn't encouraging at all, but after a moment, he finally answered you.

“I am but a humble servant of the Siren, and in all of my servitude, I've never once seen anything return to the surface or mercy bestowed, but precedents exist for a reason, don't they?” he said mockingly.

“Well, I'm not waiting around here anymore, the night is calling for me and I intend to enjoy it.” With a simple step of his foot, the shimmering blue waters beneath him opened wide, and he kicked the decorative coffin into the pitch black depths below. “Hm, if you'd like, I could send you to him now?It'll be quicker if you drown or do you wish to stay here and wait in suffering?”

“I'll stay here. If I am to die than I shall, but I'll do so on my terms. I'd like to live for as long as possible.”

He stepped over the waters again closing them back up as if they'd never been disturbed, and as he walked away from you he bid farewell, “You're a fool. Oh, give my regards to my Master, if you're able to last that long.” He laughed scornfully, and soon disappeared from your sight, as though he himself had been nothing but an shimmery illusion.

What an odd place this is.

The more you ponder over it the more it seems that this Siren is searching for something beautiful, and though you're assured that you meet his standards, that doesn't offer any consolation. Looking around the white and blue expanse, you decided to walk for as long as you could, if this was essentially a birdcage, then it won't matter where you are because you'll always be within the Siren's grasp. So, with trepidation you decide to move forward above your watery grave for as long as possible, not realizing just how much your presence disturbed the depths below.

Deep in the fathomless vast blue lays in ruins a monumental kingdom that's rotting away like driftwood. White stone temples and buildings litter the ocean floor as kelp forests sneak throughout it trying to stretch it's arms towards the surface hungry for light, much like their ruler. Treasures of gold, silver, copper, every precious metal and stone can be found scattered throughout the silent decaying kingdom, and something else, the rotting carcasses and bones of all the lives the ruler of this eerie domain deemed beautiful, but was soon cast aside with out a second thought. Sitting upon a throne of silver waves, as still a monument himself, was the beautiful Siren who longed for the most beautiful thing the world could offer him in his infinite abode of darkness. Everything around seemed frozen in time as he sat in the thick inky darkness, waiting for his sacrifice.

Ah, it's here.

His next offering, the one he hoped would finally quench the inextinguishable desire for beauty, soon he would open the surface of the ocean and pull them into the glassy sea, but something unexpected happened that the Siren did not account for. As he sat on his throne of cold luxury he could sense her steps from below, they were filled with fear, but she wasn't running in fear. Rather, it was like she was carefully searching for something or someone. Each time she took another step the depths below were illuminated with a beam of light that reached the Siren's realm below. The silent being opened it's eyes and witnessed the miracle he'd never once ever seen before , but secretly yearned for. The light was so beautiful, so transient, and luminous that it beckoned him to move from his salty abode.

Stepping onto the sea floor, he looked up towards the surface from below, and could see her footsteps tickling the surface with slow deliberate steps. When the light hit his ivory, sculpted body his iridescent scales shimmered, and his azure eyes began to cloud with something ominous and dark. It didn't take much to peak his curiosity and motivate him to ascend from his depths, whomever it was, he was going to possess – forever.

Mine.

The whispers that called to you died out long ago when you encountered that rather morbid man. This should've been a relief to you, but somehow, you were longing for those whispers. It was a rather foolish thought, longing to listen to the voice of the Siren that was going to consume you, but it couldn't be helped. In the end, you decided to completely relinquish yourself to the Siren and search for him wholeheartedly. There isn't really anyone or anything that you're attached to back home, and though you enjoyed your work at the postal service, you'd didn't live for your job. If there was one thing that you regret, it was that you wouldn't be able to enjoy watching plays from time to time, but they were a costly and rare treat, so that didn't really matter either.

Waiting for one's demise wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so silent you thought to yourself, but just for a moment you felt as if something shifted beneath you. Halting you turn around to look behind yourself wondering if the morbid man came back, but you never noticed, no you didn't even sense it – the calamitous Siren had burst through the water's surface behind you. In splashes of brilliant blue and white, spirals of water surround you both, so there was no escaping him. Looking all around yourself, you're soon met with a set of jeweled eyes, so intense and alluring that you immediately step towards the watery being.

Ethereal and beautiful could easily be understatements used to describe the god-like creature before you. Beads of water drip from his sunshine gold hair and fall onto his collar bone that is kissed with beautiful patches of silvery scales. His silver diadem was encrusted with sapphires that perfectly matched his eyes. His bare chest was broad and well proportioned, but it was his face that could be considered the most sacred and revered work of art in all worlds. Unashamedly, you reach out to touch this porcelain oppressor, but stop yourself midair and retract your hand.

The spray of the swirling waters seemed to cut through the tension you felt towards him - the tension and attraction. Hanging your head in shame at what you almost did, you grip your clothes trying to exercise self-restraint. He noticed you pulling away from him, and so he asked, “Why....did you stop?”

Looking up at him again, your reaper, the one whom you'd been called for, and now longed for, you replied, “I was- enamored, but I- I didn't have permission to touch you, I'm sorry.”

“......”

He was silently watching you, not quite sure how to respond to the honest answer. All of the living sacrifices were usually dead by the time he sunk them below, or if they were still alive, they were so enthralled with his visage that they would touch him wherever they could for as long as they could breathe. It was sickening, but he reasoned that if it was the price he had to pay for stealing the object for himself, then it was a small price to pay, but this object was different.

“I heard your song of loneliness,” she said provoking him back to reality.

“Loneliness?”

“It sounded lonely to me. Is it lonely living at the bottom of the sea?”

He stared at you like he was trying to search for the answer from inside you, and all he could see was this luminous glow all around you, and the more you seemed to glow, the more murky his eyes grew.

“Yes....it is lonely, hollow, and dark.” He draws closer and closer to you, until he is within centimeters of you. You can taste the salt in air that surrounds you both pushing you to envision what it must taste like to kiss him, and soon your thoughts are overran with the thought of sucking on his lips, and other forms of his flesh. Would they twitch, would they swell? Breaking your concentration, he leans into your ear and whispers, “I want you.”

A shiver pierces throughout your body at the sound of his low aching whisper, and though you know it means that you'll be chained to him in the depths of darkness, whether or not you live or die, you respond with the utmost sincerity, “Dear Siren, if that is what will make you happy and end your loneliness, then I gladly hand my body and my life over to you.” His heavy maddening eyes flicker with pleasure at your willingness to submit to his greed, so you swallow hard and ask him one question before he consumes you, “Before we return, may I touch you?”

He takes your hand quickly and places it onto his chest. His body is cold to the touch and perfect, it beckons you to grope it, but in your final moments that is not what you wish to offer to your beloved Siren. You move your hand from chest and gently move his bangs away from his forehead offering a chaste kiss. The two soft pads seep an unfamiliar warmth into in his body, it's a new sensation that he's never felt before, and knows will never feel again. He closes his eyes briefly as you both share the sacred and intimate moment, and when you withdraw from him, his ocean eyes are overcome with even more greed to possess you and your light.

Without hesitation, he plunges into the sea with you in toe, dragging you deeper and deeper, but not once do you look back at the surface as you've completely given yourself up to him and welcome your watery eternal rest. He doesn't feel you struggle, rather he senses your resolution to succumb to him, and that simply fans his desire to have you more. It was so satisfying to him not having a sacrifice struggle in vain or even give up the struggle just to violate him before their expiration. It was refreshing, liberating, soothing even, and now you're his.

Upon reaching his realm of greed and decay he turns around to admire your beauty and the light that you graced his darkened world with, but his murky eyes suddenly began to clear when his saw the light you cast off flickering, about to go out for eternity. No, this isn't beautiful either. This is not what he was searching for in the end. You were just a false light that gave him hope. His now dim eyes were about to cast you aside as he done to all other objects before you, and with the last bit of strength you have, and with through the pain of the saltwater stinging your eyes, you smile at the greedy, lonely Siren.

Defeated with the dying thought laying to rest with you that you too would never be enough, you shed a tear for him filled with all the hope that soon, he will find the most beautiful he's been searching for. Instead of discarding your body, the Siren pulls you toward him by your waist, and watches the iridescent tear spill from your eye, and without a thought he licks it up resting it on his tongue. He stares at you in wonder as your lifeless body floats in his arms while he contemplates what to do next with the tear your shed for him. Another miraculous thing happened in the mind of the Siren – he gave a second thought about you. He'd never done so to any of the refuse he once thought was beautiful before.

How odd.

Though you both shared the briefest of encounters, he recalled how you did not touch him forcefully, how kind you were to him, you offered him a chaste kiss, and willingly drowned yourself for him, but more than that, you offered him light and warmth – something he had never felt before. He wanted to feel it again and again.

“Beautiful. You – you're the most beautiful, and you're mine.”

Your tear that sat upon his tongue was then morphed into something else – a blue Siren's tear. He opened your mouth gently, and offered you the stone with his own tongue. After he made sure you consumed the ethereal gem, your body too began to change, and the brightest light that ever graced his watery birdcage shone throughout his kingdom.

Slowly you opened your eyes feeling slightly disoriented and tired, but strangely new. Looking around you find yourself underwater, your hair swirling beautifully around you; your skin was kissed with shimmery patches of silver and gold, and then you noticed your reflection in the glass container you're in. A gold diadem with blue gems sit upon your head and your white dress did nothing to veil your supple flesh underneath, you felt water moving over small slits located behind your ears, you no longer needed oxygen to breath. You had now become a beautiful siren yourself locked inside the glass and gold casket the black-clothed man had kicked into the sea earlier. Focusing just beyond your reflection, you see him, the greedy Siren who decided to preserve you for life at his side for an eternity, so that he may gaze upon your beauty and share in the light that only you emitted.

You touch the glass in front you and he soon swims up to the door of the coffin matching your hand with his. You smile at him happy that he seemed to finally gain what he's always wanted. His deep azure eyes that long to destroy and consume you over and over again finally soften, and he smiles wickedly at you knowing that you can never escape him, “Mine.”

Whoosh.

A stiff sea breeze rushes past you, the seagulls call overhead, and the sensation of your wet clothes sticking to your knees begin to pull your head out of it's murky stagnation. What happened? The next thing you know, you hear a rather sly voice, “Well, did you have a pleasant dream?” You turn your head to find Alfons putting his glove back on his hand.

“Alfons!? What did you do?” You finally remember that you and Alfons had been waiting at the beach for Elbert before you set out for a mission.

“Eh, just a little fun to pass the time while we wait for El. Although, I'm not entirely sure what you were dreaming about? You kept trying to plunge yourself in the ocean. It was amusing at first, but it soon became a hassle.”

“What did you tell me to dream about?”

He smirked at you and whispered into the side of your ear, “What you desire the most. By the way, are you sure you don't want to choose me instead? What you desire certainly indicates something abnormal.”

“Absolutely not, I-”

A forceful hand pulled you away from your taunter, and when you looked back you found Elbert holding you tightly. “Al, I've told you not to get too close. I won't tell you again. “

“Ah, yes, yes. I won't do it again. Well then, are we ready for our mission?” Alfons turns away without apology, and Elbert mumbles something overhead about locking you away again if this keeps happening. At this you turn to tell him fervently, “You could lock me away in the depths of the ocean, and I'll gladly drown for you, if it makes your happy, El.”

You lean in and kiss him sweetly to show your sincerity, but he engages you more fiercely with his tongue swirling in your mouth. Between each desperate and greedy kiss he tells you,“If I do that.... ha-”

He angles your head to kiss you more deeply, “....then I won't be to kiss you like this anymore, and I - I want you...”

His hot tongue reaches deep into your throat massaging every inch it could possibly touch, “.....Mmh – ha....More and more, by the day my appetite for you grows more.��

You push your tongue hard back into his mouth trying to devour him as much as he was devouring you, but he overpowers you and yanks you tightly against his body, “Ah..,” you moan.

“So, let's wait until I'm ready to consume you forever and enjoy this a bit more. Hm?” A strand of saliva gleams against the sinking sun when you nod in agreement and with a gentle pull of his hand your beloved Siren pulls further and further into his ocean of sin – that which revolves around your love within Crown.

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