#leave it to me to draw this man like “🥺” and then as a dark lord staring at you with bedroom eyes nearly 72 horus later

[jrueships]

tbh tho i think my art is fugly af LMFAO

[zeeph-containment-zone]

posting wip on main because i'm cooking real good with this one I fear

[kneelingshadowsalome]

How would konig react if reader left? like maybe without a trace n just disappeared cause she couldn’t anymore?

Hehehe... No one escapes König.

TW/CW: Can we just all agree that toxic!König is a trigger warning on its own from now on? I mean, it's the regular: stalking, harassing, sexism, potential killing(s)... also light angst (featherlight if you compare to the "cheating on König" answer.)

I mean, sure, he would be upset if he found out reader is trying to get away from him. He's not stupid. König knows he's built different (in more ways than one) and knows he will never be the man reader deserves. Still, he is fixed on the idea that they belong together. They are carved from the same tree. She is the moon to his sun, the light to his darkness. Wherever she goes, he goes. It should be the other way around, but if the woman of his dreams plays hard to get... Sure, he'll entertain her.

If someone approaches reader, König gets very territorial. Those poor souls get threats, maybe even some stabbing – this really depends on the situation. But if reader tries to detach or leave the relationship, he would observe this change in behavior with curious anxiety.

If drastic measures are taken and she tries to escape or make a disappearing act, König would simply do everything he can to find her. And let me tell you: this man can and will outwit anyone who doesn't share his background and training. So unless reader gets some actual, skilled, professional help from outside, she doesn't have much of a chance.

And when König eventually finds her, he would try to talk her back. Just persuade, persuade, persuade. Apologize if and when he has done something wrong. Shower her with attention and compliments and gifts. Beg, even – on his knees like a lovelorn knight. If reader says it's over and she doesn't want to continue the relationship, it would break his heart. But that would only last for a day or two. He knows who he belongs to and most of all, who belongs to him, so he would form a plan. König wouldn't get too discouraged.

He would simply draw his shoulders back and stay around. For years, if need be. After all, he already won her heart – he will do so again. He promised he would never let her go.

He would check up on her, be very suave and gentlemanly about it. Reader can always talk to him if she needs someone to turn to. They can at least remain friends, right?

If she answers his calls, he would at some point come over. Uninvited, yes, but just to pay a brief visit... See if she needs something. He is always willing to help should reader need something. A bookshelf needs to be assembled? He's on it! Reader needs a ride somewhere? He's already on his way. Whatever it is, he can do it. (He will show her how useful he is, verdammt noch mal.)

If reader tries to see others... uh-oh. König would start by threatening the possible candidates. No one would stay around for long to oppose this man. If they did, well, death sentence for them! Or at least a new hole somewhere. While he sort of knows that what he's doing is wrong, he also can't stand the idea of someone laying eyes, let alone a finger on her. He can't stand the thought of spending the rest of his life without her, because if she were to find someone new, someone better, he would watch that shit from afar and slowly break to pieces. And that's just not an option.

One slip of a comfort fuck, and she wouldn't get him out of her house. He would view it as a sign that you're back together again no matter what you tell him. Also, did I say comfort fuck? I meant mad, pent-up pounding that lasts the whole night. The sheets would be in shreds, reader would be covered in sweat and cum and tears and bite marks made in the heat of passion and frustration. The cuddles that follow nearly leave her bruised. König has missed her SO much 💞

So, the cocktail would be: hunting her down, harassing, stalking and "helping" her, bullying her dates... Our king would even resort to simping 🥺.

But König would only say he's in love. He will simply never find another you ❤️. (And you're not allowed to find anyone else either.)

He would view it romantic in a way: reader forces him to woo her all over again! As we already know, hunter/prey dynamics only give him a thrill. She must like the setting too. Why else would she do something like this? "Women and their games…" That would be his thought, accompanied with a shrug.

[ddejavvu]

reader being shy about her period even though she’s been with hotch for while and doesn’t want to talk about it with him, but he’s straightforward about it, knows reader is shy but they’re both adults! so he draws her a bath (and maybe joins her?) and takes care of her whether she likes it or not lol

basically something fluffy 🥺

Drawing your bath is something you do every single night, but tonight it feels different, weird. It's probably the looming threat of Aaron shuffling around in the bedroom, and you're not even halfway through working up viable excuses when he asks the dreaded question.

"Can I join you?"

He's already undoing his pants before giving you the chance to answer. You never say no, the question is more of a formality at this point. But this time you shake your head, turning around to face him head-on.

"Uh, actually, Aaron, I think I want to take this one alone."

He freezes with his hand down his pants. Apparently untucking his shirt leaves him in a position that makes him look like a depraved teenager.

"Okay," He nods, redoing his zipper, clearly taken-aback, "Is there any reason why?"

"My head hurts. I just- I kind of want to be alone."

His face drops sympathetically, and he nods along, already reaching into the cabinet for the advil, "I'm sorry, honey. Here, take some, and when you're out I'll run interference with Jack so that you can go and lay down."

The way he handles it makes you feel bad for lying to him, but you bite the bullet and take the medicine anyways. It won't do anything, and the worst it will do is give you a headache. Then at least you won't be a liar.

"Thanks, Aaron," You murmur, bumping your face into his chest in a low-effort hug that holds more sincerity than it seems to, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He hums, kissing the crown of your head. He makes for the bedroom again, about to leave you to bathe in peace, but he doubles back, "Oh, and just so you know, I saw you were running low on pads, so I picked some up on my way home from work, but they're in that cabinet."

He points beneath the sink and your stomach drops, "I know you usually keep them in your purse, but Jack wanted gum this morning and I saw you didn't have many left, so I just stocked them here. You can move them, it doesn't matter to me, I just wanted you to know where they were."

He barely glances up at you after he's done, but the momentary gaze is enough to see that you're frozen. He stills in the doorway, "Honey? Are you okay?"

"You bought me pads?" The question feels embarrassing, heating your cheeks and burning your belly.

"I made sure they were the same kind," His brows furrow, "Is that.. okay?"

"It's-" You stammer, lip quivering slightly, "It's fine, it's- great! It's too good, Aaron," Tears well in your eyes, "You're too good to me."

"Honey," He croons, rushing to catch you in a hug, "That's- buying pads is not 'too good for you'. You need them, it's just the same as when I make you dinner or drive you to work."

"Those are all great," You gush, staining his dark green polo with your tears, "You're the perfect man."

You don't need to feel his cheeks to know they're on fire, and he chuckles sheepishly, rubbing up and down your back, "I think that's debatable, you can ask a few higher-ups at the office."

"Well you've never bought Erin Strauss pads before, have you?" You sniffle, two damp blotches on his shirt left behind even after you pick your head up out of his chest.

"No," He grins, shaking his head, "No, but one year I bought her a #1 boss mug."

"#1 bitch," You mumble, turning away so he can't see your smirk as he laughs, "Oh, and Aaron?"

"Mhm?"

"You can get in, if you want." You offer, still residually hesitant, "I just- I don't really have a headache. I didn't want you to know about.."

"Your period." He finishes for you, voice strong and sure of himself, "Alright. Lemme just set Jack up with a movie, then I'll be back."

You take the time he's gone to peek under the bathroom sink, and sure enough, two large packages of your go-to menstrual pads sit beneath a pipe. They're lined up neatly beside his shaving kit, and you marvel at the domesticity they radiate together. You pluck one from the package, fresh and light pink. The wrapper crinkles as you set it on the counter beside your fresh underwear, and a wave of comfort washes over you. This is your house, and you're allowed to live in it.

Comfort steps aside for amusement, though, when you picture Aaron striding into a corner store in his suit and tie, picking up two packages of pink pads, and handing them over to the teenage cashier.

"What's so funny?' He peels off his shirt with ease now that it's no longer tucked into his pants, discarding it on the floor.

"Nothing," You insist, a smile still lingering on your lips, "I bet the 15-year old checker was fun to talk to."

[ameliaenya707]

could you maybe when you have free time do a wendigo!shigaraki fic?  👉👈🥺

Of course, I love you annon >○<

I'll do the cree mythology route in which the wendigo possess the person. So Shigaraki has his normal appearance (save for a few features that look sunken in or lankier then a human should be)

Help me!

Your least favourite part of the annual camping trips your family took was that it was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Why couldn't they do that fancy camping with bathrooms inside the RVs? They just had to be adventurous. And now you found yourself in the dark woods lost. Your lazy brother refused to get the fire wood and the task was then delegated to you. Eventually you got all turned around and the sun set, leaving you all alone in the woods. A tank top and sweats on, leaving you to the elements, shivering as the cool air pricked at your skin. The night was deadly silent, the only sound being the crunching of leaves beneath your feet.

Until it wasn't.

A cry broke through the air, echoing throughout the forest. Startiling you and causing you to drop the firewood you had collected. Tears brimmed your eyes as the harsh reality set in. You were lost in the woods. All alone. Completely hopeless until daytime.

Another cry sliced through the night but it sounded more human than the last. Like a man. Screaming for help?

You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest waiting for another.

"Help me please!"

There it was again! You knew better. Better than to go running to a man screaming for help in the woods. This was how girls got kidnapped and killed by rednecks in the hills. But you were lost. Maybe that man needed genuine help! He might have been just as lost as you.

Letting go of your inhabitions and the disgusting feeling churning in your gut - screaming at you to stay put - you went off in the direction of the crys for help.

When you finally made it to the source of the noise, no one was there. It was just a large clearing, with barely any visibility due to the lack of light. Your heart rate picked up. You could have sworn you heard someone screaming for help! You couldn't stop the sob that escaped the back of your throat. You were terrified! You just wanted to go back home!

"Such a cute little thing, crying already and the worst hasn't even happend to you." Your blood frooze as you heard the mans voice speak behind you. Now much less distressed but scratchy and deep. You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut, chest heaving.

You turn around, your entire body shaking as tears run down your cheeks. Eyes meeting with glowing red ones. It looked like a normal guy.

At first glance.

Through teary eyes you could see pale, almost ashen looking skin. Eyes slightly sunken in. Limbs looking a bit lanky, too much for a average human. But it still resembled a man. Pale blue shaggy hair drapped over his eyes, hoodie on - although seemingly torn past repair - and a hand reached up scratching at his neck.

"You look fucking delicious, pretty thing like you out here...fuckkkk you're gonna taste amazing, girls like you are always the sweetest tasting. Lucky thing you're dumb too, lured you out real nice and easy."

You choke on a sob. What was he talking about!? A sob ripped through your body when he suddenly grabbed you, slamming you roughly against a near tree. Despite your best efforts to scream and kick he held you down, nails digging into your flesh, drawing scarlet red out. His incisors biting down viciously into your neck causing a scream to rip through your throat as you thrashed around, trying to rip him off.

"Fuckin- ugh stay still, I wanna play with my food a little bit before I dig in, just lay there and take it, yeah?"

"Get off me!" Your voice now hoarse as you scream. You hear the fabric ripping before you feel the cool air hitting your legs. He holds you down while he rips off the flimsy lace of your panties. You try to scream but his hand covers your mouth as he shoves his cock into you. Tears ran down your cheeks, the painful intrusion shooting through you. Your cunt split open on his fat cock, the tip dragging against your gummy walls.

In the same instance, you feel his teeth bite down on your arm, taking a chunk of your flesh. The feeling of warm blood seeping down your skin.

Helping people never got you anywhere, did it?

[mythicalmyles]

MYTH! Its been awhile! How are you doing? Btw im doing great!

Can i req something about like reader getting fucked stupid by a perverted and horny killer while he's walking through the woods? Like reader and his friends were just having a stroll in the woods and they end up splitting ways and reader got lost, his friends were trying to call him but he seems to left his phone in his house so they decide to look for him but they end up saw him butt naked and someone fucking him from behind!

You can choose any kinks if you want! I wont mind (Tbh your kinks and writings are the best!! And you never fail to make my day the best!!)

I hope toby is oke 🥺

Blackmail, dubcon, public, sub/bottom reader, violent, dark themes, quicky

(Name) let out an exasperated sigh as he stun in a circle, trees filling his vision. He began hating them, the dark beginning to freak him out now he was completely alone.

He paused as he spotted a hooded figure, heart beating faster. He quickly made his way to the figure assuming it was one of his friends, however dread filled him when a masked face turned to him. They stared at each other for a moment before (Names) shaky voice broke the silence. “I-if this is a joke, its not fu-funny.” He stuttered out, trying not to bolt.

Almost tauntingly the figure tilted its head, the size and build of him being unfamiliar and sending raw fear into (Names) stomach. Before (Name) could even draw another breath he was slammed against a tree, vision dancing as the bark scraped his skin. All he could do was choke out a rasp before an arm pressed against his throat, holding him into the tree. His vision started blurring as he stared into goggle covered eyes.

White fear flooded (Names) head as he gazed at the other man, stomach twisting with fear. All (Name) could do was whimper. “You wanna live?” (Name) nodded rapidly, the mans arm limiting his movements. “You make me cum, you get to live.” (Name) bit his lip, nodding again as he stared into the others eyes. “Toby, you’re gonna remember it.” (Name) shivered as he was turned around, Toby’s hands leaving indents in his hips.

“Pretty little thing, shouldn’t be out here all alone. There’s bad men out here, your lucky i found you.” Toby’s voice was laced with psychopathy, his tone almost gleeful as he made quick work of your jeans. He used (Names) own belt to bind his arms together behind his back, laughing when he voiced his discomfort. “Don’t worry princess, you’ll be just fine.” Was all the warning he got before Toby’s cock began pushing against his hole. A loud groan left (Name) as Toby slid into him, only his spit as lube.

Toby wasted no time before sliding out only to slam back in, a fiendish grin coating his cheeks as he listened to (Name) scream. Toby knew he wouldn’t have much time, not doubting for a moment that others heard it and would come looking. The thought didn’t stop Toby, rather seeming to spur him on as he set an almost brutal pace. All (Name) could do was moan, he could barely think as Toby’s cock split him open.

Toby stumbled back from the tree, pulling (Name) with him, continuing his thrusts ever moan he drew from the smaller spurring him on. His hand wrapped around (Names) neck and it wasn’t long before Toby’s hand was soaked in drool. The sudden appearance of three guys threw him for a moment, a dangerous smirk quick to slap over his face. He purposely sped up his thrusts as (Name) babbled, trying to explain himself. Toby’s murderous glare was quick to make them leave, the feeling of (Names) tight ass wrapped around his cock drove him insane, arms wrapping around him and gripping him tightly as he dove his cock into the (h/c). “Thats it pretty boy, all your friends just watched you get fucked. Bet you liked it, whore.” Despite the venom and hate in Toby’s words it didn’t stop (Name) screaming his name one last tome before falling into his arms, allowing the brunet to do as he pleased.

(Names) body ached as Toby rode out his orgasm, his large hands felt like they were going to crush him. Lucky for (Name) Toby came quick, pulling out and watching him drop. Toby’s empty eyes stared down at him. “You’ve probably got five minutes before the others are here and they cut that pretty throat open.” (Names) eyes doubled as he stared back at Toby, stomach going woozy at the sight of his smirk.

(Name) took a deep breath before rushing into a sprint, ignoring the burn at the bottom of his spine and the ghost of Toby’s hands crushing his hips.

[aerodaltonimperial]

"I felt pain and I wanted more" (🖤💚 please🥺🥺)

(💚🖤, I played with the dialogue prompt just a bit)

Forging his own belt had felt like this. Jack had the heat against his fingers, the tendrils as the slick pieces slid into place. He’d curved the metal face to his liking, molded sides and screwed in the supports. He’d etched himself into the surface, over and over again—this is the same, at its core. The silken cords tangle together behind the smooth arches of the ribs, caressing Jack’s knuckles as he pushes them back into place. Sometimes, he has to curl his grip around the heart, squeeze it until it stutters once more, but that’s what happens when you kill someone, after all.

When he pulls his hand free from the cavern, the splintering of bones that have opened up for him, the red has streaked up to his elbow. Against his sleeves, the dark fabric, it’s merely a shine of black; on his skin, the crimson is far brighter.

He doesn’t bother to wipe it free. It slides across Darby’s cheek when Jack cups his face, gets Darby’s chin against his palm. “Better?” Jack murmurs.

Well, at least the man’s heart is moving once more, in weak little bursts. He’ll have to give it another jolt later on, after the cameras are gone. They’ll be in soon, for his promo. Oh, they hang on his every fucking word nowadays, don’t they? They’re all just caught in his thrall. Jack thumbs down Darby’s cheek, leaving red in his wake.

“You’ll have to disappear while they’re here,” Jack tells him. Then he leans in, grip tightening around Darby’s jaw. “Dead things scare people, you know.”

“Your fault,” Darby rasps, but he doesn’t pull away. No, he never pulls away; not anymore. Not now that Jack’s got his fingers plunged deep between his tendons, not now that Jack’s exhales are the only thing keeping his lungs pulsing.

Jack smiles. The next slide of his thumb leaves bumps behind, like globs of all those insignificant organs had clung to his skin on the way out. “Tell me you hate me for it.”

“That’s just what you want me to do.”

In a way, maybe—but Jack’s flexible here. It doesn’t really matter what words Darby’s swollen tongue form anymore. They’re all meaningless in the wake of death. He slips his thumb into the corner of Darby’s mouth, and it’s still hot. Amazing how the crevices are still warm, despite it all.

“Go ahead,” he whispers. “Bite down.”

Darby laughs, a gurgled sound. “Why?”

“Maybe I like the pain,” Jack tells him. “Maybe I want more.”

“Maybe you’re a sick fuck,” Darby says.

Jack pulls his thumb free and pushes in, presses their mouths together. Darby’s breath against Jack’s lips smells faintly of decay, the rot creeping in—Jack will have to keep that at bay, chase it all back as long as he wants to keep this. And oh, he wants to keep this: this, Darby kneeling at his feet, in front of his chair, waiting to be told what to do. Jack’s got the leash wrapped ‘round his wrist, and it’s made of still slippery entrails.

Darby’s teeth come down on Jack’s tongue, drawing blood, and Jack separates them with a hoarse laugh. He watches Darby’s lick the droplets off his lip.

“I’ll make you bleed later,” Jack promises, voice low.

Darby’s gaze never wavers, not even when he sends his tongue on another pass to get all the beaded crimson left behind. “If you do that, you gotta put it all back in.”

“Phrasing,” Jack chuckles, and drags his thumb across the seam of Darby’s mouth.

“Meant it that way.”

“Bet you did,” Jack sighs. “But the cameras are coming, so… off you go.”

But as Darby starts to rise, pushing up off the floor, Jack grabs ahold of the man’s head. If Darby still had blood running through his veins, Jack’s grip would bruise. As it stands, Darby’s skin just pales beneath the pressure.

“Remember who holds the reins here,” Jack says. “Remember who’s keeping you alive.”

“You’re the one who put me in the fuckin’ coffin,” Darby rasps.

Jack grins. “Could put you back in, too.”

“You’re gonna join me next time.”

“Mm.” Jack hauls Darby close again, near enough that Darby can feel the shifting of his mouth when he says: “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, darling.”

[cherryp0p224]

I can no longer keep this from u guys 😩

I have belen obsessed with trolls since I was was in 5th grade when the first movie came out, then there was world tour during the start of high-school and I went ape shi. Now Trolls band together has come out and I was literally blown away when I watched it. Now it's trending, everyone's made trollsonas, so I was like, dam, lemme make one. So here's mine

Now, watching this movie did bum me out a little, brought back a lot of unwanted memories and I started to miss my siblings. When I was in middle school, I stopped visiting my dad for the sake of my mental health but in the process, I sorta left my siblings behind, and loved them so much, they are my best friends. After I had left, for a year, I would cry every night because I felt so guilty for leaving my baby brother. My stepsisters I knew would be fine eventually because their dad would tske custody of them, but my little brother was stuck w my dad and stepmom, so there was no escape for him. When I left, my stepsisters left a few years later, leaving my baby brother w my abusive dad and stepmom. I saw this movie and just started crying bro, cuz I was like "MY BABY BROTHER IS BABY BRANCH, WE LEFT HIM BEHIND 🥺". I was hit so hard in the feels man. Seeing the relationship between floyd and branch killed me even more cuz me and my brother were so close, we were the only ones who understood eachother because, well we're both Autistic and share the same interests.. so yeh, this movie left me a mess. But, after going through some sad memories, I scrolled through some happy ones and said "hey, why not draw me and my baby bro together as trolls"

Then, after drawing my brother, I had to complete the set and draw my sisters too. It was a little difficult cuz unlike brozone, me and my siblings aren't all exactly biologically related. I've got two stepsisters with a different mom and dad, a little brother who shares the same dad but different mom and a sister who shares the same mom but different dad, so it was a bit complicated getting creative w color pallets.

Character design info:

Lil sis- Now I wanted to give my sis similar colors to me, but when she was born, she ended up being the total opposite of me. I had tanned skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, my sister on the other hand has blonde hair, light skin and greenish blue eyes. So yeh, she looks like she was adopted 💀

Stepsisters- For my stepsisters I kept their pallets more related to one another cuz those two are biologically related to eachother, just not me, however, they do look more like me than my own biological sister does, they have tanned skin dark hair and dark eyes so I gave them similar darker tones but kept it different from my own.

Lil bro- My baby boy actually doesn't look too far off from me despite having a different mom so I kept his colors similar to mine but gave him slightly different tone so it can show we're only half related

[ifidiedinadream]

Here is my Joel x Reader request

(Thanks again for reserving me a spot 🥺)

Reader "forcing" Joel to go an autumn walk with them because they noticed Joel has been isolating himself lately and hasn’t floated their chat with messages like he usually does. So, one day reader shows up at Joels' flat and drags him along for a walk to distract him. Maybe they come across a flower shop and reader buys Joel some flowers to lift his mood or they walk through the park hand in hand admiring the colourful trees. And when reader is about to leave, Joel shyly asks them to stay at his place for the night cause he doesn’t want to be alone (and because he obviously is madly crushing on reader).

(Yeah, I know we still have like 25 degree outside but I’m ready for autumn 🍂 ✨)

liam this request made me go AAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭 it's so sweet and i loved writing it so much, hope you can tell when you read it 🖤 also yeah we still have 30+ degrees but i want autumn and i want it NOW

also on ao3

Joel opens the front door on the second series of knocks. His hair is all messy and he’s wearing an old t-shirt, whose light color does nothing to conceal the wrinkles all over it. The skin around his eyes is dark and his very eyes are puffy, like it’s the first time he sees any type of light in ages. 

“Get ready, we’re going on a walk,” you say, entering the door without further preamble. Knowing your way around the house, you walk into the living room. You draw the curtains and open the windows, letting the fresh early autumn air caress your skin and come in the room so it no longer smells stale. “I’m gonna let the house aerate while you shower. I’ll be waiting right here.” 

Joel still hasn’t said a word. This isn’t the first time something like this happens; the man is sensitive and sometimes his demons get the best of him. Especially when autumn starts, with his birthday coming a bit too quickly for his liking and the sun shortening its stay in Joel’s personal little world the way it does in the physical one. It’s nothing new. All Joel needs is a little push from the outside and usually his mood settles to a background melancholy, which is still sad, but it’s still better than whatever is going on now. 

Joel nods. He knows fighting it won’t help; it isn’t the first time for him either, after all. 

*** 

The weather is crispy, a little too much so for a simple leather jacket, but Joel doesn’t seem of the same opinion. His hair is in a bun so it doesn’t get in his face when the wind blows. His expression is hard and dark as he extracts a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his jeans, bringing the cigarette to his lips. You wait until it’s lit. He’s looking straight ahead as he takes a drag, avoiding your gaze, but still he grabs your hand to hold. That’s how he finds the strength necessary to finally start your walk. 

There’s a small park just outside his apartment building, with trees all around it, a couple of benches and a statue surrounded in flowers in the center. Its grass is incredibly green in the summer, the flowers mostly purple, the trees robust and thriving; now the little park is starting to lose its brightness and the leaves on the trees are turning brown, yellow and red. Some of them are on the ground, some even on the sidewalk you and Joel are strolling along, brought there by the gentle breeze. It fills your heart with joy. 

“It’s so gloomy,” Joel sounds raspy, probably because he hasn’t used his voice in a while, or maybe because of the smoke. You squeeze his hand. 

“Fall is not that bad. Cozy evenings spent under a blanket watching tv shows and drinking hot chocolate, warm baths, candles, saunas, warm meals, Halloween… don’t tell me it doesn’t excite you.” 

Joel takes a long drag of his cigarette. “Thank god I’ll be in the USA through October.” 

You give him a sympathetic smile. Your goal is to have the corners of his mouth tug upwards at least once by the end of afternoon: Joel can make it as hard as he wants, but you won’t lose your spirit. 

“Look, a flower shop! Wanna check it out?” 

Joel frowns, looking at you like you’re insane; but when the excitement on your face doesn’t falter, he just rolls his eyes and finishes his smoke, putting it out and throwing the butt into the nearest bin. He follows you inside. 

The strong perfume inside the shop makes all your muscles relax instantly. The florist greets you with a polite smile and you walk over to her, asking for three dahlias in three different colors. You specifically ask for one of them to be red.  

“Do you remember when we first met?” you ask Joel, “It was at Olli’s birthday party a few years back. There was a red dahlia in a vase at the center of the table. Olli can be pretty sophisticated when he wants to be.” 

The florist gives you your bouquet and you pay for it, grabbing Joel’s hand back on your way out of the shop. 

“For you,” you say, handing Joel the flowers. And maybe it’s the cool air, but Joel’s cheeks turn pink as he looks away. 

“C’mon, don’t be silly.” 

“I’m not being silly. These are for you.” 

Here it is, finally, the little smile you’ve longed to catch a glimpse of all day. Joel takes the flowers and smells them with his eyes closed, looking like he’s getting lost in it for a second. It makes you feel all fuzzy in the chest. 

“Where are we going next?” 

“Pumpkin spice latte is back at Starbucks. Just fyi.” 

“You know I don’t like spice.” 

“But I do. Let’s go.” 

Joel doesn’t fight it this time, so you effortlessly drag him over to the nearest Starbucks shop, with no rolling of his eyes nor cigarette breaks. He orders a drink that’s way too sweet for your liking. His eyes end up in the back of his head as soon as he takes a sip. 

“Fuck, I needed some sugar.” 

He chooses to sit at a table with three chairs, so he can rest the flowers on one of them. He’s unnecessarily gentle with them but you figure he’s been feeling unworthy of kind gestures these past few days, so those flowers must mean a lot to him. You smile to yourself. That’s what friends are for, right? 

“You haven’t eaten much these days, have you?” 

With his lips still closed around the straw, Joel shrugs, avoiding your gaze. You don’t want to bring him down again, so you change the subject, and soon you fall into an easy conversation, even managing to elicit a fit of laughter or two out of him. 

When your drinks are finished and it’s silent, Joel’s gaze lands on the flowers on the chair again. He reaches his hand to touch the petals. 

“They’ll need to be put in water soon,” you say. Joel nods and with that, you head home. 

You can’t help but notice his skin is no longer grayish and his face muscles are way more relaxed than they were earlier. His mood seems to be less grave, but you know perfectly he isn’t safe from seasonal depression yet. Still, you’re grateful you could do something for him, all things considered. 

You continue your chit chat as you walk, but the closer to his apartment you get, the quieter Joel becomes, as if he isn’t looking forward to being back at all. You hug him tightly when it’s time to part, but not as tightly as him: his arms could crush you and you can only barely breathe, but a light, pleasant feeling spreads across your chest nonetheless, making you wish you never had to let go. 

“Thank you. For everything,” Joel says softly. 

You pull away with a kind smile. “Anytime.” 

This was supposed to be Joel’s cue to go inside and close the door, but he simply stands there in the doorway, worrying at his bottom lip. There’s something he has to say and he’s struggling to find the words, so you don’t leave either, waiting for him to speak his mind. 

“You… there’s no way you can spend the night here tonight, is there?” he scratches the back of his head, looking elsewhere. “I don’t… I don’t really feel like being alone but I don’t wanna, like, interfere with your plans or anything. Also if you don’t want to -” 

“It’s fine, Joel,” you cut him off, smiling, loving how his cheeks turn red once again when his eyes find yours. “I’ll stay. But on one condition: we’re doing sweater weather stuff.” 

Joel grins and it’s both amused and thankful. “Alright. I’ll get the candles and the blankets, but we’re gonna have to use your Netflix account.” 

He moves from the doorway, letting you in. “Sounds like a plan.”

[stillthe1]

for the 5 sentences fic!!!

as a pair: versainz and as the word prompt 'clasico' 👀

ily baby🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖

send me a pairing and a word, and i'll write it!

MY LOVE, HI. here you have it. one half is very much "I LOVE BARÇA BARÇA IS THE BEST. and madrid is just. there." and another half is just... kind of NSFW.

“It still feels like a betrayal, you know?”

The spanish accent slipped into Carlos’ voice, tainted with exasperation. Max chuckled, shaking his head, and smoothed down his precious, signed, Barça t-shirt. There were hours until the clásico, but he was already excited and a tiny bit anxious.

“Look, you cannot deny that Barça–” As soon as Max said Barça, perfect accent and all, Carlos' brows got even more furrowed. He was pouting like a kid, lower lip fully out, and arms crossed, showing off his fucking perfect biceps.

(Carlos Sainz Jr was made to distract Max Verstappen, and it’s been proved efficient way too many times. Shoo, Carlos, shoo.)

“Nope, nope, nope. You are not even catalan! Coño, you are not even spanish! Why are you wearing that?” Carlos pointed at his, again, precious, t-shirt as if it was the antichrist, as if it could curse him forevermore if he touched it. “Didn’t you love PSV Eindhoven? Why did you have to move to the dark side?”

Max couldn’t help it anymore, breaking into giggles at Carlos’ exaggerated movements and expressions. It was breaking Carlos, just seeing Max wearing Barça merch, and the match hadn’t even started.

“Okay, listen.”

Carlos opened his mouth again, to start spouting some Barça-bad-Madrid-good speech, but Max shushed him. Was ready as fuck to just, shove his hand on Carlos lips.

Shut up, brain. Shut it, shut it, shut it. Don’t think about Carlos’ lips. Ever.

“Listen. I love Barcelona. My first win with Red Bull was there, and I feel connected to it, I guess?” He looked at Carlos, to see if he was going to interrupt him again, to see him nodding. “So… I started visiting more. Catalans are really kind… And it just felt right to start watching the matches, too, right? And fuck, their history is so good. La Masia creates legends, and it's silly, but I kind of relate it to Red Bull too?”

The timer on the screen pointed 30 minutes until the match, and Max felt more impatient every second that passed. He wanted the match right the fuck now.

“I know you probably came out of the womb with a Real Madrid t-shirt, and it’s— it’s fine, even if you have bad taste, I still like you, okay?”

Fuck.

He said it. He was so deep into his rant about football that he blurted out the worst fucking thing he could’ve said. Ever. He needs to leave, leave Madrid (ew) and maybe find a pretty hidden house in the woods of the Empordà, find a way to get in-and-out of races without seeing Carlos at all, and maybe get a fake Passport through Willem, and disappear after 2028—

“You like me?”

There was awe in Carlos’ eyes, and he was looking at Max with such a soft expression that he felt ready to melt into a puddle. Who gave this man the right to be that handsome, and worse, have the hottest accent in the entire paddock.

“Yeah.” His voice shook, full of nerves and too many thoughts running around his thick skull, telling him that this was not good, that he should just get the fuck out, right now. As usual, he ignored them. “Yeah, I like you, C. I’ve liked you for some time, too much going by Victoria’s complaints.”

He was biting his lower lip, almost drawing blood from the force of it. This was going better than how he had imagined it, but it was nerve wracking. He didn’t even care about the Clásico right now, his senses focused entirely on the sight before him.

He felt Carlos’ thumb on his lips, sudden and mind-blowing. “Max… I like you too. Muchísimo, demasiado. My mom tells me to shut up about you too many times, and every friend I have outside of our sport makes fun of me about it. I look at you like a lost puppy, joder. No podría ser más obvio, cariño.”

The spanish peppered on the confession made Max’s brain swim, short-circuiting with too much information. Carlos thumb forced him to stop biting his lip, and he felt the urge to lick at it, get it into his mouth and—

Godverdomme, Max, stop it. Stop.

“I don’t understand spanish as easily as I understand catalan…” He gave Carlos an attempt of a cheeky smile, blinking his eyes innocently. “Can you translate that for me, big guy?

Max was already blushing, embarrassing but guaranteed when having Carlos’ hand over him. He felt like he was floating in the best way, leaning into Carlos’ hand, his thumb caressing slow circles on his lower lip.

“Oh, you cheeky–”

In a swift movement, the hand on his face was gone, and there was a complaint already on Max’s tongue, when Carlos kissed him. Hard, sloppy and messy. The best first kiss he has ever had. All their emotions were bubbling into the surface, and it made Max grind into Carlos’ thigh, all decked in Real Madrid regalia.

It felt dirty, like he was betraying his team, and it only made all of this more tantalizing. Enemies to lovers, huh.

A moan bursted out of Max’s throat, rough and ruined, his hands buried in Carlos' hair, tugging at the strands, grinding again and again into Carlos, while kissing the life out of him. Everything clicked right into place, with Carlos' hands wandering across Max’s thighs, pressing the back of his hand on Max’s already hard dick.

Max stopped the kiss, just to take a breath, and Carlos pressed harder. A smirk was painted on his lips, and Max’s dizzy brain couldn’t help but focus on the hair on Carlos arm, on those perfect hands–

“Fuck, Carlos. Yes, yes, yesss. Nggh, don’t stop, please.” He was aware of the begging, but Max needed this. Needed Carlos to get on his knees, worship him, all dressed in white, while he was dressed in the most perfect blaugrana. “Please, baby, get on your knees. I need you, boy.”

[rabbitenn]

Not sure if you finished DanMaca since you just finished Part 4, but I’d love for you to write HCs for Vida, Schau, Kabane and Kuon. I’ll leave it up to you in terms of free creative liberty. 🥺🫶

WHERE THE SKIES END.

What are they like, when it comes to you?

ft. Vida (Kujo Tenn), Schau (Osaka Sogo), Kabane (Izumi Iori), Kuon (Nanase Riku) x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, some angst, comfort, danmaca au, so I’ll be using the names of the characters they play to refer to the boys. Spoilers for La Danse Macabre.

thank you for requesting this, dear ! I hope I managed to portray everyone according to your expectations <3

♡ VIDA (Kujo Tenn)

“Lay your burdens on me, I can bear all the weight of the world with you on my shoulders.”

— Vida, strongest fighter on the Surface, leader of Kokujohyako, wielder of a mighty scythe that can slice through anything as long as it's guided by his hand.

— In truth, he’s just a lonely man, whose heart had to become of iron and barbed wire in order to not sink alongside district 12.

— Bloodshed and death are his closest comrades in this desolate plane.

— And they must continue to be in order to keep those he loves safe.

— That’s his two friends, and, above all else, you.

— How did someone as bright as you bound up in such a region in the first place?

— You always had that sweet smile dancing on your lips, becoming sharp edged and mischievous when needed; you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty and fight.

— Vida wishes you didn’t have to. What would it have been like, if no blood had ever stained your skin?

— From the top of a building that somehow has endured all disaster, he sighs. A gust of wind ruffles his hair, akin to threads of stardust carrying scattered wishes into a sunless sky.

— He hears steps. He knows that pattern by heart, his muscles relaxing; no need to draw his scythe, for no surprise enemy attack is coming.

— Just your footsteps, followed by your arms wrapping around him from behind.

— Your head rests on his shoulder, lips brushing the shell of his ear, his sweet scent dancing all around you, as the evening begins to settle in, the wind picking up with darkening skies.

— “Something on your mind, my Vida?”

— He sighs, those sunset eyes of his fluttering closed, hooded by the constellations in his lashes, at the same time the horizon dyes starlit.

— A soft sigh escapes your lover’s lips.

— “Nothing, nothing.” He says, that unadulterated smile that only appeared next to you, now on his features.

— “Are you sure?” You hug him a little tighter, your gaze focused on his perfect profile.

— He never really wanted to tell you when something was burdening him.

— Vida was always the type to shoulder everything alone, for the sake of those he loved.

— And yet, you knew. You knew what weighed down over his imaginary angel wings that at some point became tainted in soot and the darkness of death.

— He turns around, his warm stare and the crimson of his jacket, seemingly the only things still not devoid of color in this decaying world.

— “I am, now that you are here.” He whispers, with a kiss to your forehead.

— Vida is also the protective type (Tenn is too, if we consider how he acts towards Riku; in the same way he wants to keep his brother away from harm, he would do the same for his s/o, which applies to Vida as well).

— He doesn’t like it when you have to get involved in quarrels, and even less when you get hurt.

— The fate that awaits the unfortunate soul who ever dared to touch you in the first place… Well, let’s just say they’ll be begging for death soon enough.

— Feelings of guilt are not unusual guests in the strongest warrior on the surface’s mind either.

— For you to have to live like this… In absolute misery, quite literally fighting to stay alive every day… Vida just wishes, one day, district 12 could become a safe and happy place for you.

— Please, take his hands and comfort him in moments like this… No matter how deadly he can be in a fight, his soul is fine glass, the rose thorns enveloping it, a double edged blade, piercing his heart at the despair surrounding you.

— If it’s with you, however, Vida feels like blue skies are at the edge of his fingertips. The vivid gazes you send his way, all the sunshine he needs.

— He’ll find a better life for the two of you, and for his friends, he thinks, tightening his fingers around his poleaxe.

♡ SCHAU (Osaka Sogo)

“I’ll be there when the guns break out, ‘til the storm is over.”

— Schau, the apathetic and cold sniper of the Unity Order.

— To anyone else, he’d seem unapproachable, completely disinterested about everything happening around him. A conformist, if you will, as long as his peace and commodity are not disturbed.

— However, what most people don’t know, is the violet garden flowering on the other side of the icy waterfalls of his harsh stare.

— In the middle of that secret paradise, there was you.

— You, whose gentle fire melted the ice bullets lodged into his heart.

— By your side, the sharpshooter’s expressions became more noticeable, his lips tilting up in a rare crescent, often only seen on the sharpness of his precise shots.

— Schau might have held no regard for anything or practically anyone surrounding him, however, when it came to you, his blood pumped vigorously.

— His cool aura fell away, a rainbow of emotions gathering in whirlwinds ready to ride or die next to you.

— When it comes to romantic gestures, turns out the Unity Order’s marksman is quite the charmer.

— And without even trying.

— His touches just fluster you at the most unexpected moments.

— Like Vida, he is protective. Very protective (so, if anyone pursuing you is smart enough they’ll keep their distance. The guy carries a rifle around… I mean, I would not risk it.)

— Sometimes it’s one of his hands on the small of your back, as he escorts you to safety when he has training or duties to attend to. The way his touch lingers, hand hooking a little around your waist if anyone looks at you for too long, to let them know you’re taken… it makes your knees weak, butterflies spreading their wings in the pit of your stomach.

— On other occasions, were you to find yourselves under enemy fire, Schau shields you, one of his arms wrapped securely around your shoulders, pulling the two of you behind a wall.

— Using his other hand, he fires his rifle, taking down anyone who could ever pose a danger to you, no questions asked (he is very much like the actual Sogo in this aspect, you see).

— Honestly, it’d be pretty hard to fluster him.

— You’re his, so Schau just sees it as the most natural thing in the world to show these small (and a little possessive) affectionate gestures.

— However, when you return the actions, a warm feeling he hadn’t quite known before spreads through his chest.

— He likes it.

— He lives for those special moments with just you and him.

♡ KABANE (Iori Izumi)

“We knew this day was set long ago; and when the sharks smell the blood, they will all see it’s their own.”

— Smart, cautious and sharp, Kabane often lets out remarks laced in dark humor, regarding the regrets he holds for his immortality.

— If you happen to be a mortal, then his sorrow is infinitely more unbearable; condemned to endless wandering amongst the shadows of an underworld that won’t get to see your light anymore after you inevitably part.

— Thoughts of a future ominously nearing, compared to his centuries of existence, are enough to keep him awake at night.

— It doesn’t look like the moon will keep him any company down here.

— Rainy midnights are contained in the depths of his deep stare as he looks up at a solid sky.

— “Can’t sleep?” A voice he wishes would never be snuffed out asks, followed by the sound of light steps landing right by him.

— He lets out a breath, shoulders slumping. This isn't good, he isn’t being rational… Of course your paths will diverge someday but… that’s just how it’s bound to be.

— And he could never take that away from you, even if you’re the only thing that, right now, makes his existence bearable.

— “No, I guess I can’t.” He mumbles, to himself or to you, he is not entirely sure.

— You reply with a tender smile, scooting closer to him.

— “That makes two of us, then.” You rest your head on his shoulder; the lit torches, the closest thing to stars you could wish upon down here. “It’s hard to sleep when you’re not around, you know.”

— Those last words resonate in his mind like the chimes at midnight, as reality comes crashing down on him.

— There will come a day, when you will go your separate ways. What will it be like, when eternal sleep wraps their cloak of darkness around you forever? When an empty space is all that remains by his side?

— No, Kabane shakes his head. He can’t let such baleful thoughts take command of his mind.

— For as long as you’re here, he’ll protect you.

— He shrugs off his cape, wrapping it around you. You’re here with him; his coat, akin to a spell, making you invisible to the cold claws’ of the bitter end.

— At least, for a little longer; a lifetime to you, milliseconds to him.

Ah, the cruelty of the curse.

— If, on the other hand you’re immortal like him, then well, the withdrawn underworlder has at least one reason to not despise his existence so much.

— With you, the bleakness of the Underground lights up in colorful sparks, the glow of a thousand galaxies causing heat to rise to your partner’s cheeks, reflecting the colors you ignite inside his heart.

— Like the previous two boys, Kabane is pretty protective too. He’s always the one to patch up the bruises you get while exploring, his deft fingers delicate against your cheek as he disinfects the small cuts.

— His brow furrows in concern; no matter how much you insist that he needn’t tend to you like this, that your wounds will heal alone.

— You always love to pat his head in these instances, if only to see the cute blush that tints his pretty face.

— And honestly, eternity sounds very appealing to Kabane right now, if it means being on the receiving end of your tender affections.

♡ KUON (Nanase Riku)

“Our stories are past the horizon, we’re chasing the sun till we find them.”

— You always knew that, behind that innocent and enigmatic smile of his, a story of heartache and melancholy was waiting to be unfolded.

— Kuon was to you like some sort of fairytale; a little magical, mysterious; poetics you could spend hours attempting to decipher.

— You liked your time with him.

— You like him.

— If you’re a mortal who happens to stumble into the Underground, he doesn’t say anything about his past at first.

— Kuon will give you hints, however, in that roundabout way of his; the words he spins for your ears only, the code he desperately wants you to decipher.

— He is ready for the fleeting nature of your unforgettable presence through his endless existence.

— The ex celestial knows he’ll come to mourn you when you depart, but he’s more concerned as to how you will react when you figure out you’ll be unwillingly leaving him behind one day.

— That same melancholy smile is the first answer he offers you the moment you decode his message.

— No matter how much you beg of him to ask Kabane to make you immortal, or to at least investigate a way for you to stay with him for more time, he refuses.

— “I just can’t do that, my dear [Y/n].” Your lover utters, in that soft tone of his, smile never leaving his lips.

— “No! There must be some way!” You protest, bunching up your fists by your side. “I don’t mind living for an eternity, I don’t care how painful it becomes, I want to be with you, Kuon!”

— He doesn’t avert his gaze, reminding you of bright autumn leaves you can no longer quite remember.

— “It has to be like this…” He tells you, arms holding your shaking shoulders. “But I know we’ll meet again, after that, our paths are entwined, you know. They’ll eventually merge back together.”

— You are not certain how much of that statement is the truth and how much of it is just him trying to cheer you up.

— But whatever the case, you’ll make each moment next to Kuon one you can remember, looking back at it with a fond smile.

— If you’re immortal like him as well, then that’s okay with the both of you.

— Kuon might feel guilty for having burdened another person with the curse of never ending existence.

— However, you’re more than happy to spend centuries, millennia, with him.

— Waking up to your kisses and falling asleep with you in his arms… Those are pleasures the former celestial could never grow tired of.

— As long as he has you, every forever is a precious constellation of petals swaying to the melody of you.

[bluiex]

Bluieeeeee anon reminded me of my little celestial beings au, the one where Grian’s the sun and Scar is the moon. They’re just so in love and married and aaa <3 I just like thinking of it as like a Mythos au, like where they are the “myth” that the mortals come up with to explain the existence of the sun, moon, and stars, and particularly why solar eclipses happen (except that they’re not really mythology like they’re just actually there lol). They treat their precious little mortals and the earth something like children of theirs to watch over, to bring warmth and light and comfort from the dark, and sweet dreams in the night time. The stars in the night sky are bright little pieces of love that Grian leaves behind in the sky for his beloved moon <3 times when you can see the moon and the sun in the same sky (like early morning or sometimes near dusk when the moon has begun to rise before the sun sets) is just them at least trying to see each other for a bit before they’re separated once more. And of course, the solar eclipse is simply just their coming together once again because they just cannot bear to stay apart for forever <33 (also my goodness, this just makes me want to draw them dressed like their celestial body, like Scar dressed in long robes of dreams and stars and the black void, and Grian dressed in lighter robes, warm and shimmery since they’re the flares of the sun) GAH I want to write something for this eventually <3

☕️ anon (I swear I’m working on the 5+1 fic, I’ve just not been writing as much as I’d like because of WORK hhh </3 I’m not going to send you the WIP though, because I want it to be a surprise ;)

MAN that au you sent before is so gooooood

I love this so much 🥺

(It's ok<3 take your time no rush on it.. I shall wait impatiently for it)

[tacticaldiary]

Hiii! I hope you’re doing well lovely! I was so excited to see your requests were back on omg so i’m v sleep deprived so i don’t know if this will make sense but can i request a scenario where dazai and the reader are on a mission and the reader gets hurt (shot maybe) but can use their ability to slow the bleeding (idk what kind of ability but oops) until yosano can heal them. dazai can’t do anything except watch them in pain and just hope yosano hurries but as soon as they are healed it’s just dazai clinging to the reader and giving him love 🥺 i really hope this makes sense and thank you sm if you write it 💜

Sluggish

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Is this what she felt like whenever he got hurt? Helpless and afraid?

He's never felt such a feeling of dread.

Watching her face scrunch up in pain as she collapses is terrifying, even for him. His own gun come up, his shot accurate and successful, taking down the last of their enemies in the vicinity. The bastard had been hiding behind one of the boxes.

Calling out her name, discarding his gun, he runs to kneel beside her. His critical gaze gives her a once over, catching on her leg. His hand reaches out to grab hers.

"My bad." She winces, shifting to sit up.

"Yosano will be here soon." He replies. "The guy who shot you is gone. You're safe now." He shuffles forwards to support her with his arms.

Y/N shakes her head and pushes him away.

"Don't touch me." She manages to say, shaking his hand off. Dazai is surprised for a second, but he draws back.

"Love, you can't-"

"I need to use my ability." She sasy through gritted teeth, he voice shaking. Her leg is bleeding profusely, the blood already having seeped through her pants, creating a puddle under her leg.

The amount of blood is startling, and Dazai watches as she places hand on her leg, shuddering at the jolt of pain it sends through her.

He clenches his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her. He feels the unbearable urge to want to take her pain away. The tears running down her face make his heart ache.

He should've realised the man was there sooner. He swears, in a dark thought, that this organisation wouldn't live to see the sunrise tomorrow.

White lights flashes around her leg and the bleeding becomes sluggish. She sighs, the activation taking a lot of her, and her arm gives away.

Dazai cannot catch her in fear of her ability deactivating. It's all he can do to watch her fall and hit the ground, letting out a pained whimper as her wound is jolted.

Her ability slows bleeding but doesn't do anything for the pain.

He wants to reach out, to touch her, to comfort her, do anything instead of sitting there and watching her suffer alone.

The utter feeling of helplessness is overwhelming. He cannot touch her. He watches her grit her teeth and shift into a more comfortable position and his heart aches.

"Sorry...Should've...should have seen him." She mutters after she's caught her breath, It's said through harsh breaths and clenched shut eyes.

"Don't. This isn't your fault." He reassures her in a gentle voice. It's the gentlest she's ever heard him speak. Nothing boisterous and loud.

The best he can do is sit there beside her, let her know he's there and watch her in pain until Yosano and the other back up team arrives. He can't move her in fear of aggravating her wound, nor can he leave to seek help sooner.

There's no way he's leaving her alone here, in harms way.

"The bullet wound is the least of your worries." He tries to joke. "Yosano's the one who's going to heal you." She lets out a breathy chuckle, mingled with one of the sharp exhales. Her leg is throbbing and burning.

"Better than dying." She says with difficulty. Dazai has to stop himself from reaching out again. It's like an instinct that's difficult to subdue.

"Better than dying." He confirms, closing his eyes and willing her to stop trembling in front of him. Every pant, every yelp tears through him, a strong reminder that he wasn't quick enough.

It’s not long before the team comes rushing to the scene. Yosano takes one look at Y/N and her gaze hardens. With a quick reassurance to Dazai that she’d be alright, and a shaky smile from Y/N, Dazai watches as she’ whisked away into the nearest private room.

He sees her the next day at the office and immediately wraps his arms around her, clinging to her.

“Finally! I trust you’re all better now?” Y/N laughs, still notably tired. 

“Better than I’ve ever been.” The whole day, Dazai does not leave her side. He has to make up for before somehow.

It’s starts with him dragging his chair to Y/N’s desk, plopping down right next to her.

“If you’re going to be a distraction then-”

“Me? I would never!” He exclaims as his arms slither around her waist and he lays his head on her shoulder. “I’m not stopping you from working.” He wanted to be close to her, feels this irrational need to make sure she’s alright, even though he knows she’s fine now.

Y/N sighs and nods, going back to her paperwork. She can’t deny she doesn’t like his attention, especially when he starts pressing small, lingering kisses to wherever he can reach. Her desk is near the back of the room, so she rarely gets disturbed. 

Of course it’d be the perfect place for Dazai to pull this.

She stifles a yawn, he tiredness from going through Yosano’s treatment, as well ad Dazai’s warmth pressed against her prompting her eyes to flutter shut.

“Stop.” She mumbles. “I’m gonna...fall asleep” she yawns again, leaning into him. She feels a puff of warm air against her neck as Dazai chuckles, amused. 

“Go ahead.” He replies, pulling back slightly. “you must be tired.” He moves his chair, so she can fully leans on him. He rests her head on his shoulder after pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“We can go home after you wake up.” He says quietly, and all it takes is a hum of agreement and a nod, before she’s drifted off to sleep against him.

Her steady breaths and the rise and fall of her chest is a stark contrast to her state yesterday. He lets her sleep, the reassurance that she’s there and okay making him feel better.

everyone glances their way, but nobody disturbs them. 

-

(25/11/2021)

[bellasprettywords]

Narcissa’s POV of Draco and y/n’s relationship? How she sees how in love with her he is and how well he treats her. He always talks to his mom about her a lot and tells her that he’s planning on proposing and shows her the ring? 🥺

a/n: Thank you so much for the request, love. I hope you like this little one shot😊

y/n – your name

Warnings: none, this is just fuff

Word count: 756

Masterlist

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

During my life, I’ve seen many things, but true love, that’s a rare finding and I’m proud to say my boy has that with y/n. They met after The War; Draco was in a really dark place when he bumped into her at Station 9 ¾ and made her drop her 10 pounds of chocolate frogs. I’m sure Dray thought What kind of person in their right mind buys 10 pounds of chocolate frogs? But little did he know, the answer was: the love of his life. Draco offered to replace them, as they couldn’t seem to catch half of them, and among laughter, jokes and a couple of embarrassing falls in public, they agreed to sit together in the train.

Draco introduced us to y/n during the winter holidays. Her family was leaving the country, but she had to stay behind to work as she’s a Magizoologist and at that time, she was working on a special case that needed her whole attention here in London. At first, I did not like the idea of Draco, the Malfoy Heir, dating a half blood, but as I got to know y/n I warmed up to her. She seemed like a nice girl, a little clumsy, but with a heart of gold that made Draco’s eyes light up like I’ve never seen him before. She was kind and quite interesting, as her job, in combination with her outgoing and friendly nature got her into the most… interesting situations.

I realized Draco was head over heels in love with y/n after seeing the way he so selflessly cared for her. Once, she got a magical flu and he pretty much moved into her apartment to make sure she always had water, warm food, soft blankets and enough love and attention while her health got better. I’ve never seen Draco care for anything the way she cares for y/n, and I’m glad I can say that love is reciprocate.

“Mum? Are you in the drawing room?” Draco said interrupting Narcissa’s thoughts

“In here darling, I’m just looking through old photographs” Narcissa replied flashing a warm smile at her boy

“Mum” he said once again hugging his mother “I’ve come to tell you something… something really special to me” Draco said with a nervous tone

“Tell me, my dear, is anything bothering you?” Narcissa asked offering a reassuring smile

“I’ve always been upfront with you about my relationship with y/n and that’s why I want you to be the first person to know that I want to propose to her” he said smiling from hear to hear

“Oh! Draco! I… I’m so excited for you!” Narcissa said with tears filling her eyes “I…I’m speechless, I know the two of you are going to be very happy” she added hugging her son

“I want to show you the ring I bought her” Draco said taking a small velvet box from his jacket “Here, open it” he said handing her the box

Narcissa opened it and saw a gorgeous gold ring with diamonds surrounding a big emerald. She felt her eyes water as she admired the ring, she turned to see her son and he seemed so happy, it made her heart explode “I love it, and I’m sure y/n will too” he said handing her son the ring

“I really hope she loves it; I want tonight to be perfect… I… I want her to feel as happy and lucky as I feel when I’m around her” Draco said putting the ring back in his pocket

“She loved you, my son, and I’m sure she’ll gladly spend the rest of her life next to you” Narcissa said, hugging her boy once again “I’m so proud of you, and of the man you’ve become, she’ll be the luckiest girl in the world by marrying you”

“I’m the one who hit the jackpot with her, y/n is just so… amazing, gorgeous, caring, dedicated and just incredible witch I know” Draco said thinking about his loved one

“And how are you going to do it, love?” Narcissa asked with a string of voice

“I’m taking her to Station 9 ¾ and I’m buying her 10 pounds of chocolate frogs, then I’ll drop them by accident and while she’s distracted trying to catch them, I’ll do it” he said proudly

“Just like the day you met” Narcissa said moved by her son’s plan

“Just like when I realized I was in love with y/n” Draco said

Part 2

[introuble-now]

ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader

summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

note : ayyyyyeeeee, i feel a bit like a dad who just got home after weeks getting milk 😬 i got triple whammied by sickness and then struggled with the motivation BUT I FINISHED so i’m proud. hope you guys enjoy 🙂

P.S. @alemonyoyo I DID IT!! HOPE YOU LIKE 🥺

The latch opens without much give. Joe’s apartment is dark and quiet, a breeze ruffling through your hair slightly, the window open just behind you. The wood floor creaks when you open it, and you resist to instinct to freeze at the sound. You look down into the hole you’ve revealed and it appears empty, dark masking it’s insides. You hold your breath, peering nervously into it.

“Seth?” Your voice tembles.

Something shifts. His sigh is high pitched, a kind of whine. “Oh shit.”

You reach your hand down blindly for him to grab, to help leverage him out, and the moment you wait for his touch feels years long. His hand is much bigger than yours, warm and firm, as he pulls himself up. Silver clatters behind him. He’s wearing black leather and plum, his hair hanging in his face, some strands sticking to his wet cheeks.

You just stand there, a step away from each other, the sound of your twin heaving breaths echoing in the room. The tension breaks and he wraps you up around your middle, holding you just off the ground. Your arms are over his shoulders, a hand gripping the back of his neck desperately. He shudders against you, whispering apologies into your hair.

You lean into the embrace, as close as possible, a sudden sob stuck in your throat.

“How are you here?” He asks, voice fragile.

You swallow, closing your eyes. “He told me where to find you. We have to go.”

“He— what? Me? Are you okay? He didn’t—“ He separates you slightly, and your feet meet the floor. You focus on him again. Seth’s hands graze your sides as he looks over you, panic on his face. You squeeze his shoulders to draw his attention, and offer him a watery smile.

“I’m fine, I’m okay. He didn’t stay long. But, we have to go. Joe’s going to sell you out.”

He blinks, holding your stare. “He told you that? You trust him?”

There’s a bite to his tone, fear and hurt. You feel him start to pull away, so you twist your grip on his jacket, holding him still. “I trust you.”

He holds you at arms length, frozen, hands gripping your hips. He takes a breath, deep and slow, blowing lightly against your face. He smells of cigarette smoke. His posture softens, eyes closing, but his expression stays terse.

“Thank you for coming, you are,” His thumb runs down your side gently, his voice breaking. “amazing. But I’ve gotta find my own way.”

No. He won’t look at you. Doesn’t move. 

“No, no, you don’t. Just leave town. Right now. With me.”

“I can’t.” He’s holding unnaturally still, containing himself carefully. You’d seen him do it before, usually when his boys were laughing at him. It generally preceded something dumb, sometimes it’s cruel. Something to prove he was man enough. To prove he was the same kind of asshole they all were.

But he’d never looked at you like that. Never directed it at you. Especially not while holding you. Like he didn’t trust himself to say the right thing. A thick feeling slides down your bones, and you take a step back from him, the fear settling into anger. He opens his eyes. He seems surprised at the look on your face, finding himself immediately pined by your stare.

“Why not?” You challenge. “I already have a place, just come with me.”

You cross your arms, back straight as you look up at him. He towers over you, matching your energy, gesticulating wildly. “Indie, this is dangerous. You know, they’ll kill me for this. You’re not a part of this.”

“Bastard.”

His eyes widen, incredulous. “What?”

You want to slap him. You want to grab at his collar with both hands and shake him. Your tone is sharp, your breath shuddering. “What the hell do you mean ‘I’m not a part of this’? You think I don’t care if they kill you?”

“Christ, I don’t want to die, but you?” His expression collapses, his pretense falling away. So instantaneous he doesn’t seem to notice or flinch. Only react. He’s running his hand through his hair, close to tears. “Not you. Never you. You, you’re supposed to be gone, outta this shithole, and what happens to me happens. I’m a dead man.”

“Don’t say that.” You bite your lip.

There’s a small smile on his face, a look you know, gentle and fond. Not like this. “I was a dead man before we met. We knew that already, didn’t we?”

“So that’s it? You’re giving up?”

“That’s it.” He nods seriously. Honestly. “Now, get out of here, Indie. I promise I’ll run as fast as I can, but you don’t come back.”

He comes close again, and you don’t move away. He grips your shoulders, squeezing softly, your expression of comfort being reflected back to you. If he means what he says, he should be going now, every second is a risk. But he hesitates. You swallow, looking up into his eyes, half mast. Something heavy settles into your chest. Tense moments of silence pass, your breath mingling.

“You owe me something first.”

You push up on your toes, closing the distance, kissing him. It’s a rush of adrenaline and hunger, your hands gripping the collar of his jacket and wrenching him flush against you. He doesn’t hesitate, alight with the same fever and desire. He cups your face, pulling you up to him with his thumb grazing your throat and fingers digging into your hair. Desperate to be closer.

He tilts his head and the kiss deepens. Your lips part to breathe, to taste him, and he whines, open mouth pressed to yours. He’s pushing forward, tipping you back, so he moves an arm to snake around your waist, twisting his fist in your shirt to keep you steady. You reach a hand to his face, brushing back his bangs, and burying your fingers into his scalp.

You pull his hair, pulling his head back slightly— giving yourself room to bite his lip. He melts, breath heavy and hot on your face, his grip on your shirt tightening. His other hand goes to knead your ass, your skirt bunching between his fingers, the tip of it tickling your thigh. The sensation tingles up your spine, and you shudder. Insecurity bubbles in your throat suddenly, and you pull away.

He eases immediately, still holding you, but hurt and nerves flash across his face. You look into his moss green gaze, imploring you, and trace his brow with your thumb. He sighs into your touch and closes eyes, but you shake your head.

“No.” You press. “Look at me, see me, okay? I’m— I know you get attention.. girls at the Belle, or whatever. I don’t want to know. Just, when we kiss, see me, okay? No one else.”

“I always see you.”

He looks as if it’s the craziest thing you could’ve said, the implication that his eyes were pining for anyone else but you, ludicrous. His hold shifts, both arms around your middle, hugging you against him. His expression shines with adoration, and your mind empties, any fear or apprehension blowing away like hot air on the breeze. Like it was never there at all.

He leans closer slowly, brushing your noses together, asking permission this time. His cheeks and lips blush soft pink in the dark, and you have half a mind to keep from drooling. Your beautiful boy. You smile, giddy, and he kisses you. Gentle this time. He rubs circles into your back, humming, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down towards you. You close your eyes and let him fill you up.

It’s a rush of warm water, gentle heat in your face, hands, and chest. It’s small and sweet, and somehow everything to you. It was the kind of kiss you could build something with. The kind of kiss that danced in the living room. The kind of kiss that held hands down the sidewalk. The kind of kiss that had intimate eye contact across a crowded room. The kind of kiss to come home to. Over and over again. 

Seth is smiling into the kiss when it’s over, your foreheads pressed together. When you open your eyes, his expression is soft and happy, but tinged with longing. 

He whispers, brokenly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mutter, and the moment sits between the two of you. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks. This isn’t the end. “Stay with me.”

“Oh,” He says your name then, your real name, like a prayer. “If something happened to you—“

“Then don’t let anything happen. We’ll protect each other.” He hasn’t pulled away. Neither have you. “Trust me, I want this, more than anything.”

“Okay.”

[noona96n]

Hey off topic maybe a bit weird questions but do you have favourite beyond evil fics?

Or fics in general for any fandom tbh I'm interested in your tastes but beyond evil is where I'm at rn and you like that show, so..

my absolute fav Beyond Evil fics that i implore u to read it 🥺👉👈

here is the deepest secret (everyone knows) WIP, NOT RATED

like pressing buttons E

consign me not to darkness G

a cherry-petal eye G

in my breath again T

prison visit M

devotion as a blood sport T

on the hook of your splendor E

other Beyond Evil fics that i also love

reeled in E

i don’t know much about gentleness, but i will protect you from now on. T

in the fields that day M (TAGS)

cat whisperer T

and i watch you breath as i stood bleeding T

i'll wait by the stairs for you, wrapped up in smoke T

my own soul's warning T

i carry my love for you like my teeth T

tempest. T

the social network

wend and repeat (until true) E

in the details M

read 73 between 76 the 85 lines T

doing it right E

MCU

blóð ok Íss: a Fairy Tale E (PAIRING)

eidolon M (PAIRING)

the act of creation will be your salvation M

she is not a terra-cotta warrior T

the supersoldier's amnesiac groom E

tin soldier T

every shade of you T

nirvana in fire

provenance M

catharsis G

no grave can hold my body down NOT RATED

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet M

you've got mail T

the origin of pearl T

your hair is time E

a suitable man T

bleach

seed E (TAGS)

always leaving NOT RATED

star wars

an inevitability E (TAGS)

mission reports G

perceptions G

currents E (PAIRING)

waking up besides you im a loaded gun E (TAGS)

eleven stars G

handpicked G

minute E (PAIRING+TAGS)

dreamfield E

even as E (PAIRING+TAGS)

to have and to hold E (TAGS)

naruto

anchor up to me love M

blessed T

change fills my time M

rest with me until a brighter day M

everyday is exactly the same T

fate & circumstances T

fill your mouth with berries E

shadows in the sand E

touch-starved T (PAIRING)

sunburned T (PAIRING)

got7

dear desperado, i dont wanna be alone T

coming home G

spades two E

we best love

ten, twenty, infinity (hold me) T

querencia E

bungou stray dogs

of days past T

o children (give my gun away when it's loaded) M

the mourning after M

brute E

the king eternal monarch

the stars are filming us for no one E

the oppa trap E

figure skating (RPF)

tête-à-tête G

ur shadow on the back of my hand G

sherlock

the imaginary friend G

misdialed T

reigen seliger geister NOT RATED (TAGS)

jujutsu kaisen

u hear the day beckoning T

countdown to success T

the care & feeding of T

instructions for self destruction T

the old guard

shoreline T

hannibal

phillia E (TAGS)

wolf & i E (TAGS)

the fault in my code E (TAGS)

my roommate is a detective

domesticity is intimacy earned G

star trek

into dust E

gravity falls

imprinting M (PAIRING)

mad maxy fury road

the allmother of the citadel T

howl's moving castle (ghibli movie)

hearts & their consumption T

the lord of the rings

the long road T

the gap between us NOT RATED

and miles to go before i sleep T

chernobyl (hbo)

they that do not deserve the light E

stray kids

kim & bang T

harry potter

and we mend our broken wings T

and in their triumph die, like fire & powder T

2 moons

doubt ur intentions T

eagle of the ninth

what is begotten T

haikyuu

on stranger tides T

brunch friends M

shining stars T

i have like 600 fics bookmarked as 'favorite', so, uh, sorry if there are too many, i just couldn't decide which one to rec esp when there's no specific fandom 😭✋

also, im fully aware that some fics are v disturbing but they're written so beautifully despite the subject matter but also my tolerance is fckn high as fck i read dead dove do not eat fics w/o batting an eyelash lmao

also also i was forced to wrap up here bcs i reached 100 links limit rip sorry about that... hope u enjoy this long and draw out list tho 😅 and if u want more, im happy to continue the list lol