#n i'll hold unto that forever.

[noxtivagus]

no way october's in a few days

[lodeddiperactivate]

Stopping a fight

A/N: I was daydreaming about Barry and suddenly this came to me. I needed this to be more graphic but I'll save that for the Part 3 of How to survive a horror movie :) also, I couldn't think of a better title 😫

"Rafe, stop it!" You shouted as your brother gave John B another punch to the gut. He stumbles backward knocking the vase by the coffee table.

"Stop it, let him go Rafe!" Sarah shouted at Rafe as she tried to get in between them but was met with a brute push that sent her tumbling towards you. You helped her up as John B threw another punch at Rafe.

"Beat his ass!" JJ shouted to which Kiara shot him a look.

"Stop this!" Pope tried to grab unto John B's arm but Rafe was ready to throw another punch.

"Come at me," John B said.

Rafe launched at John B to which he evaded quickly. Before you knew it, Rafe was on the floor with John B straddling him, throwing punches at Rafe's face. You see your brother's face get bloodied and you started to get nauseaous. You have never seen that much blood, and you froze. With shaky hands, you took your phone to call him, "Barry, please help," was all you said. You hear Barry on the phone frantic, asking where you are and if you were okay. You didn't respond as you let the phone fall to your side. You catch your breath as John B threw another punch at Rafe. It seemed like he was motionless and for a second, you thought he was dead. You see Sarah crying. You couldn't move. You feel a tight knot in your stomach preventing you to breathe. Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe.

"What the hell-" Barry said as he entered the room. At this point, Rafe was on the brink of passing out.

"That all you got, pogue!" He hissed at John B to which John B continued throwing punches.

"Get off of him, man!" Barry, with one quick motion, lifted John B off of Rafe.

"Stay out of this!"

"No," Barry said. "Come on, give me your best shot, boy," he taunted John B.

John B hesitated but he was so angry that he threw a punch at Barry to which Barry dodged. He quickly punched John B in the gut, and then he was on the floor, his hands on his stomach, groaning.

Rafe took this opportunity to kick John B in the stomach while he was still on the floor from Barry's punch.

"Rafe, stop it!" Barry said, getting in between Rafe and John B. The other pogues quickly went to John B helping him on his feet. You felt Sarah hold your hand before running to John B.

"Walk it off, Rafe," Barry said.

"Nah man, I'm not done yet-"

"Yes you are homie! Now walk it off," You flinched as Barry shouted at Rafe. You've never heard him speak that loudly to anyone.

For a while, you stood there and saw everything in slow motion. Guess the fight's over? You said to yourself. Why can't you move your legs? You looked down at your own hands, they're still shaking. You can't seem to stop them from shaking. Am I about to have a breakdown? Your breath hitches.

"Babe?" You looked up slowly to see Barry walking towards you. Everyone was gone. Rafe's inside. The pogues left with Sarah. How long were you standing there? It was only a few seconds but it felt like forever.

"Hey hey, it's fine now, come here."

Barry took your shaking hands, gripped them to let you know it will be okay, and wrapped you in an embrace that you leaned into naturally.

"I didn't know what else to do," your voice was shaky and you feel your tears at the back of your eyes threatening to come down.

"Shh I know baby," Barry said as he stroked your hair and eyed you carefully, observing your every expression. "Thank you for calling me."

OBX masterlist

[cupidspup]

I loved the ticci Toby fic you did! Would you mind doing one for slenderman or Jeff the killer?

Your wish is my command! >:3

CG! Slenderman x Little! Reader

As requested by @theoceantot !! :D

(Art is not mine and credit goes to the original artists!!)

A/N: I'm not sure if you wanted it to be a specific gender BUT I did think it would he cute if I had him with a little who's obsessed with having a fancy tea party with him! I'll try to keep it as gender neutral as possible with some feminine leaning things here and there :3 Also pls ignore any and all spelling/grammar mistakes I always write on my phone and I'm too lazy to check >_> I hope you enjoy! ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა -Cupid ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Summary: You've been waiting all day for your caregiver to make some time for your very important meeting! And finally today is the day he's set everything aside just for you! What shenanigans will ensue for today's play date?

C/W: Feminine nicknames, gender neutral nicknames, use of "sir" and "mister/mr." as nicknames for Slender (not all the time just most of it!!), the use of "papa" as a nickname, mentions of food, mentions/descriptions of slenderman and how his mouth works :]

You sit in your playroom, huffing as you watch the clock in the wall tick back and forth. Your papa said that today was the day you'd finally have some play time!! You've been excited for it all day and you've done everything you could to prepare for it!!

And by that you've prepared exactly what you wanted for today and how you wanted it. You're not high maintenance...just particular! And high maintenance or not, luckily Slender was more than equipped to handle anything from you.

Just before you were about to huff one more time, there's a gentle knock on the door. A loq voice speaks, it would he booming if it wasn't so gentle. Most would be trembling at the sound if such an intimidating voice, but not you no. To you, that's just the voice of your loving and doting caregiver!

"May I come in, dear?"

It says before entering. You sit up excitedly as you speak, "You may!"

The doorknob turns as the door opens. A tall faceless man stands in the doorway, his skin white as snow itself. The one and only Slenderman stands before you and he's here to have only the grandest of times with you.

He ducks as he walks through the door, closing it gently before turning to you. A gentle hand pats the top of your head, his face holds no expression but with his touch says it all.

"Very good job at using your manners, little one. Just like how I've taught you." His praise makes your chest tingle slightly with excitement. He bends down and scoops you unto his arms carefully, making sure not to mishandle you in any way.

"Were you waiting long, sweetness? I know I took longer than expected, however, there should not be any other interruptions now." He says as he rests you against his hip. You cling onto him a little tighter, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull yourself a little closer. You love your papa but heights will forever make you just a little scared.

You shoot your caregiver a glare. Giving him your poutiest lip and a little huff. To which he chuckles softly as he walks you to the bed.

"I will take that as a yes."

He sets you down before going to your closet filled with all your fanciest little clothes. He opens the doors and looks through the selection. Without looking to you he keeps talking, still looking through all of your dresses and accessories.

"Did you have a specific outfit in mind for today, my little love?"

"Nu uh. But I wanna do tea party, Mister!" You say in return. You kick your feet at the last bit of your sentence, wanting to emphasize how badly you'd like to have that tea party.

"A tea party? Hmmm. That means I need to dress you for the occaision now doesn't it?"

Long black tendrils sprout from his back, each one moving as if it had a mind of its own. They each grab a hold of different dresses and accessories and holding them up so that Slender can close the door.

"Please stand for me my dear, I need to see which outfit will suit you the most. Not to say you wouldn't look darling in all of them of course." He says as he makes his way to you, getting onto one knee.

Once he's down to your level you stand on the floor, arms to your side as you wait for him to pick. He puts multiple dresses in front of you some with ruffles and frills, others with ribbons and sleek cut. Slender loves dressing you up like a little doll. He finds it relaxing and it makes you feel so special knowing he's doing something and keeping you in mind. Finally, he settles on what he deems to be the perfect outfit.

A puffy pink dress with white frills and pink bows, some frilly white bloomers for you to wear under, lacy tights to keep you covered with some matching ruffled socks, some shiny black Mary Jane's, matching ruffled gloves and some clips for your hair. He lays all the necessary things out to keep himself organized while he gets you ready. While he knows you are perfectly capable for the most part of dressing yourself since you're regressed to an older age, he truly does enjoy doing these little things for you. And you would never stop him or tell him no.

Unless if you were in a bratty mood that is.

But today isn't one of those days. Today, you're dying to be fanned over and coddled the way he is doing so now. You love the gentle tone he uses when he asks you to do certain things while changing such as staying still when he buttons up your dress. Or when he sits you down for your socks and shoes and asks you to lift your feet for him to put them on.

One of your favorite parts of Slender getting you dressed is how he is always so gentle. Especially with all the nicknames he uses for you.

"Sweetness" "little love" "darling" "dear" "baby doll" or "dolly" Absolutely anything that will make you feel as pretty and wonderful as you truly are. To Slender, you are as fragile and precious as one of your many teacups from your many tea sets.

Once he has you dressed fully, your most favorite part comes. Slender doing your hair. Him doing your hair and putting it into cute hair styles is your most favorite part. The feeling of his fingers in your hair, the cautious and gentle way he handles you, the way that your hair always comes out exactly how you want it to be whenever he does it. You can't think of any way your caregiver could be better than how he is now.

He holds your gloved hand in his and leads you to your mirrored vanity. Lifting you into your chair and facing you towards your reflection. A little smile creeps onto your face as you look at how pretty you're looking already! Slender's tendrils come back into view, each of them holding a different item that he'll be using for your hair.

First, he spritzes it with some water and detangler. Just to dampen it a little and make easier to untangle any knots and tangles as he combs through it.

" My little one, would you like to practice counting your numbers while I comb your hair?"

You give him a nod and sit up, waiting for your hair to be brushed. If he had a face, he would smile. Instead he brings all your hair back, softly caressing your cheeks in between before gently running the brush through your hair. You count each stroke as he brushes through your hair. Slender always has the gentlest touch saved just for you. It makes you feel all the more special in these moments when he does it the most.

With one last stroke he stops brushing. His black tendrils taking the brush from his hands now. He presses the area where his mouth would reside and keeps it there for a second.

A makeshift kiss for the faceless man.

"You're an excellent counter, I'm so proud of you for learning to count your numbers so well."

You feel your face flush a little when he says this. You cower just a little from the shyness. He notices and rubs the top of your head lovingly before moving on.

With a few hair ties, Bobby pins and other hair accessories your hair is now properly ready for a tea party! It fascinates you how lovely Slender can make your hair look. It makes your chest flutter how doting and caring he can be when it's just you two.

"Let me get a good look at you, darling. I would love to see how fancy you're looking today."

To that you stand up and give him a little twirl, giggling as you do. You shine your bestest smile at him before running up to his less, giving him a big hug.

"Thankie Mister Papa Slendy!!" You say excitedly, smooshing your face into him. He chuckles and pats your head lovingly again.

"Awe, what a polite little thing. You're very welcome. Are we just about ready to start our tea party, little miss?"

You nod your head yes and hold onto his much larger hands, leading him to your pile of stuffies. "Mhmm mhmm!! I juss gotta get ma frens n we ready!!" You say as you start grabbing plushies and putting them into their own pile. Slender uses his tendrils and gentle picks up each of your "friends", making sure they're being treated with the best love and care.

"Little one, would you like me to set up your tea party and make the tea while you ready yourself?" He offers kindly as he sits all of your plushies down in their respective spots. You turn to him with a smile. "Yes peas, sir!"

He nods and walks out of the room, off to find one of his more floral patterned tea sets for you to use. While he's gone you get all of your stuffies ready for the tea party! Some having little hats, or bonnets or ties anything to make them extra fancy! You look at yourself in the mirror and you find that you wanna look extra EXTRA fancy for Slender when he gets back. You sit and think for a moment, your frisky dress poofing up as you do before an amazing idea hits you.

You sit at your vanity and open your dresser, all your makeup sitting perfectly there. Waiting for you to give them a try. You squeal excitedly as you pick out which things to use.

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Just when you added your finishing touches to your very elegant and cute makeup look you hear a knock at the door.

"Princess, may I enter please?"

You squeal and kick your feet excitedly. "Yes papa slendy sir yous may!!" You say with a cheerful tone. Slender turns the knob and lets himself in. In his hands is a tray with all of your tea party needs, everything sorted nice and neatly. He sets everything onto the table and gives each of your friends their own respective tea cup.

"Papa papa!! Wanna see what I dids when you was gone?" You say excitedly as you tug on his pant leg. He turns to you curiously before looking at you and your makeup.

It's over the top and sparkly but perfectly tou, he chuckles and reaches for your hand bringing it up to his "face".

"You look absolutely precious, princess. A divine little doll you are."

He presses his face to your knuckles, another faceless kiss for you.a very gentlemanly one at that. You fidget shyly, playing with the hem of your skirt and muttering a soft thank you to him. He hoists you into his arms and walks to the table before sitting down. Sitting you down into his lap and letting you get comfortable before setting a tea cup in front of you.

You scoot into him and snuggle up, nuzzling into his chest. "May I serve you some tea, dolly of mine?" You nod and look up to him. "I help do it peas?" To which he nods, bringing the tea pot closer to you.

"Of course but be very careful, it is very hot and I would not want you to get burned."

He places your hands onto the tea pot, helping you pour some tea into the cup. He then picks up a small pitcher of cream and pours the smallest amount in.

"Would you like one lump or two, sweetness?"

You put up two fingers to him and he, of course, puts two sugar cubes in. With his tendrils he keeps the tea cup still as he stirs it all in. While he does that he hugs you close with his arms, reaching one hand to gently caress your cheek lovingly. Once he's done stirring the tea he brings the cup to your lips, holding the saucer right under (in the just too cool fancy way).

"Blow gently and take a small sip for me princess, tell me how it is."

You take a deep breath, blowing at the warm tea before taking a small sip. The warm liquid makes you feel just so cozy and comfy. The perfect amount of subtle sweetness. You sigh happily after and smile, relaxing further into him. He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations in his chest when he does.

"I take it that it was to your liking?"

He says and you node back happily in response. "Try it papa, is soooo good!" He nods "Very well, I'll try it." And brings it to his face. To most this would be an odd sight. How would he drink if he has no mouth? Well that's a very easy question.

He simply makes one! ^_^

This would be scary to a lot of people but with the amount of tea parties you have? It's just another ordinary thing to you. Slenderman's face starts to move and almost expand. As it gets longer you see a mouth start to form and almost looks like it's being torn open to do so. Slender doesn't make a sound he's simply doing it as if it was just a common thing. When really it sort of is with the two of you.

Once his mouth was fully open he takes a sip of the tea, looking down to you.

"This is a very nice cup of tea, darling. You helped me make it very nicely. Very well done." He says before offering you another sip.

For the rest of the time the two of you drink your tea. He of course pours some out to all of your friends making sure everyone has their fill and a snack to go with it. You both continue sharing your teacup, taking turns drinking sips from it. Slender even does his pink up when you ask him to. He adores his little doll, seeing how sweet you can be brings him so much joy. He loves you to pieces and would spend as many hours as you'd like having tea parties with you.

You're his little one after all

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BONUS:

After a other hour or so of you both talking and sharing tea you find that, this tea makes you very sleepy. Not just because of how warm and cozy is makes you feel. Maybe it's the way he's talking to you or maybe it's being in his arms. But it makes you feel so safe and comfy it makes you want to curl up and take a nap right there.

Abd who's to tell you not to?

So that's exactly what you do. While Slender is distracted doing other things, you yawn and start drifting to sleep. Slender is quick to notice this. And being the good papa he is he rubs your back softly, working your shoes off so you'll sleep easier.

"Maybe giving them chamomile tea was not a bad idea after all."

You murmur something in your sleep and burrow your head even deeper. He runs his fingers through your hair as he watches you rest.

"What precious little thing. All tuckered out from just a little tea party." He gives you one last kiss on your head, snuggling you closer as his tendrils reach for your blanket and drape it over you.

"Sleep well, little miss.🩷" He says.

[valenli]

"Goodbye" - Baldwin IV x Reader (Angst)

Saying goodbye in life is never really easy, what's harder is knowing it may be the last time ever. But saying goodbye to a sick loved one? That one hurts

The night before the siege lead by Reynald on the innocents, I had been sitting with my beloved. We spoke about our many dreams and hopes for the future, knowing well that it wouldn't be easy due to the war warming up. Today we had both heard of Reynalds siege, and I watched as Baldwin punished Reynald. But I nearly screamed when I saw Baldwin collapse upon the ground, i rushed with the physicians back to the castle to make sure my love would get the treatment he needed. I sat across from him, watching as he would time to time move his hand or take deep breaths. I couldn't help but tear, I knew what it would mean if he did not recover. And so, I stood up and over him, carefully holding his hand and lifted his head from underneath his headwrap

"my love.. I wish to tell you that you may rest easy knowing that I will be ok, I'll be Sibylla's handmaiden till the days my duties are over. I promise I'll protect her and your name" i spoke, my words shaking with each second I tried not to cry, I felt his grip on my head as he gestured with his head for me to get lower to his face

"my Y/N, i wish to decorate your lips one final time before my passing, I have loved you, God knows it all, and when we are in heaven I will forever dance with you in my arms. That is my promise unto you". With that being said I carefully removed his mask, I saw a poor suffering man underneath, doing his best to keep his breath. I cried as we kissed, I knew it was the last time I'd be adoring his kiss, the last time we'd hold one another. Once i had pulled away, I could see the morning sun shining in yes eyes. He looked at me, and smiled, "carry me there. I wish to see you in the sun one last time my Y/N". I picked him up as though he was a bride and gently placed him on his balcony chair, I stood before him and felt tears storming down my eyes.

"don't cry my Y/N, i will see you again, I know that. And we'll be ever at one another's side" he softly wiped the tears of my eyes before taking a deep and heavy breath, he leaned back against the chair. I kneeled before him to hold his hand and looked him in the eyes, he whispered as he gripped my hand.

"Goodbye, Y/N"

"Goodbye. Baldwin"

[sl0thonaga]

CH.2 - SYMPATHY FOR A DEAD MAN

Even in death, you will be encased and confined to this place of nightmares. In bleeding, evil metal. The minerals that feed on my bones will feed unto more bloodshed, not peace.

Will you be able to rest here, Shin? Peacefully, and eternally?

His eyes claw deep into Midori's face as he haunts his every step through the facility.

Never. NEVER.

I'll never forget you, even if I'm dead.

Won't you show sympathy for a dying man's body?

Chapter 2 of my Ghost!Shin YTTD Fic: MOMENTO MORI is out!

Words: 5,263 Characters: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin, Original Hiyori Sou | Midori, Meister (Kimi ga Shine) Relationships: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin/Original Hiyori Sou | Midori [for this specific chapter] Additional Tags: Kanna Lives | Sou Dies Route (Kimi ga Shine), Grief/Mourning, Ghosts, Trauma, Acceptance, Haunting, Mild Gore, Kugie and Shin are Ghosts, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Character Study, Obsessive Behavior, Fluff and Angst, Edgar Allan Poe References, Introspection

Within the ever-humming, luminescent monitor room, it seems a piece of scrap paper has been inserted roughly into the edge of a familiar book. With an ominous breath of wind, the page falls out.

"I wonder when Hiyori will come back..."

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ASU-NARO

▇▇CONFIDENTIAL▇▇

Shi▇n DIARY ▇▇ :Compiled and Logged by DR. H▅▅▆▅▅ S▅▅U

Ah, broken is the collar red! The spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll!--a weakling soul floats on the Stygian river;

And, Man of Green, hast thou no tear?--weep now or lie in sin!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, thy Shin!

Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--

An anthem for the pitiful dead that ever died so young--

A dirge for him the doubly dead in that he died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved him for his mind and hated him for his lies,

"And when he fell in feeble binds, ye blessed him --that he died!

"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung

"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue

"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

Through discourse and disclosure; but rave not your composure! Let his corpse belong

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!

The sweet Shin hath "gone before kin," along Joy, that flew beside

Leaving thee wild for the dear child whose death thy should have decide-

For him, the fair and innocent, that now so lowly lies,

The life upon his cyan hair but not within his eyes--

The life still there, upon his hair--the death upon his eyes.

"Avaunt! Tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

"But waft that red scarf on Shin's flight as a Pæan of old days!

"Let no bell toll!--lest his sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.

"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--

"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--

"From grief and groan, to purgatory alone, towards the gates of Heaven."

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A slow march of thinning blood and coarse rubble, clacking against smooth-leather dress shoes. Through barren hallways, the steady sludge of bloody teal. The remnants of the sheep, throwing himself into the lion's den to protect the herd.

A green-haired man steps with a macabré elegance, dragging something. Dragging someone. His red scarf sways in the encroaching darkness as a trail of rouge follows behind him.

Up a long flight of stairs, through walls thick with wire, to a cold, silver casket. Glum and static. The perfect place for unfulfilled desires to dissipate.

The green-tailed silhouette, his polished flow broken up by an uncanny rigidity of his joints, halts mechanically in front of the coffin's silver sheen.

The dim room is accompanied by nothing but the dripping din of muddy, stained crimson. The man that holds his pale, fragile wrists doesn't even breathe.

Dull, doll-like jade pupils stare into the empty, bottomless casket. His uncanny gaze shifts towards the bloodied beanie on his beloved's head, beaten with grit and dirt.

Sigh...

The man effortlessly picks up the corpse in his arms, already feeling lighter than when he still had life in him, and carefully drapes the body across the coffin's dark interior.

And slowly, he wakes.

It's true when they say death deprives you of all other things. He once imagined he would wake up, screaming, wanting to scream, perhaps in rage, perhaps in agony, like waking up from a nightmare.

But as he rises once more, all he feels is his numbness. As if all the emotions have left him, buried along with the shell of his mortality, in the gaps of void within the coffin.

The shell of Shin Tsukimi.

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I'm dead.

Shin Tsukimi sees himself, the same grassy strands of cyan hair on his head. Thin like silk thread, ruffled by his beanie.

Dead. He's dead. Dead? Dead. Dead.

The notion passes through him. Like mercury slides over his tongue every time he says it. He is but a wisp, and only regret tugs at him now.

The searing pain on his neck has left him, and he finds himself as translucent as a ghost. He stares past his hands, vision gluing onto the marks on his body's neck, the symbol of his final resistance. Finally, the first shreds of humanity come back to him as an injustice, a feeling that follows him to purgatory.

Sadness.

He wishes he could cry. Can he cry now? Is he deprived of that too? Maybe he is, but when tries to, it just feels like his spirit is only wallowing and weighing heavier.

I..I wanted to live too...

This...is worthless...all so worthless...

Why has he been left on earth? And here, of all places? This dingy, hellhole.

Shin, now a ghost, can't help but mourn himself. How could he not? Even though he sacrificed himself for the one girl who in turn, selflessly cared for him, A life lost is still a life lost. He lays beside the silver walls of the coffin, curling his translucent knees towards his face as he laments to the floor.

What now...what now...

He's so helpless. When will his spirit wither away? Will it do so along with his body?

It echoes through his soul. Gloomy, so gloomy..

His gloominess is startled by the abrupt clack of polished leather soles. Sharp and familiar; a sound he feared, yet one he would still run to. A sound that makes him jolt up on instinct. And when he does, an immediately recognisable face greets him, merely inches away from his own.

H...

..Hiyori...!

Another part of his life comes back to him, hits him like a cold breeze against his neck. This man was his life. The hairs on his head rise, pupils dilated as he starts sweating, cold and sticky like wax against his even more transparent skin.

Isn't he dead? Why is it as if his heart is racing, still pounding horridly at the sight of him?

Why, even after death, do you still cling onto your abuser?

Those wide, jade eyes don't seem to feel Shin's presence though, merely kneeling forward behind where Shin sat to promptly place a picture frame against his coffin.

He's...he's not smiling like usual, as he remembers him. He looks...somber.

Shin ponders, rather bitterly. Why?

Hiyori’s eyes, although shadowed by the dim backdrop, glows with an eerie stagnancy, downlooking the face framed behind glass.

The face of what used to be reveals itself in yellow backlight; innocent and pure, Shin Tsukimi.

No. No.

Slowly, Hiyori stands up, his neon head bleaching the dark canopy like poison. His face is plastered with a frown, wordless. Dormant.

It was these moments that used to make Shin sweat down to his neck. His indifference was more terrifying than his madness.

But now it was that same face, implanted, injected? – None of it feels real– with a sense of despondence. Confusing. Awful. Simply awful.

There is a slight downturn in the way his pupils eye the coffin. There is a crease where he presses his bottom lip into his jaw.

Shin’s wispy figure swivels around Hiyori's brown dress shoes, to peer at a peculiar piece of paper fallen beside his picture.

His ghastly eyes bore and sink into the words engraved fresh in ink.

..He can't be..

'Sou Hiyori, 21, of R▅D▅CTED, Japan, expired March XXth XXXX. Shin Tsukimi, Son of XXXX and XXXX Tsukimi, expired on March XXth in ASU-NARO's 3rd Floor Rubble Room Facility, after succumbing to mortal injuries in resisting the security systems, to give one last hope to Sara Chidouin and the remaining participants of the Death Game. Tsukimi worked as a job-hopper prior to the Death Game. He also loved computers, soft things, collecting, warm soups and cozy clothing. He displayed a self-sacrificial naiveté and beaming smile that charmed his dear friend. He is survived by his mother, father and little sister, Kanna Kizuchi, who he willingly exchanged his life and identity for in the Main Game to protect her. It is a shame he died without knowing their blood connection. He will be resented but remembered by friends, and greatly missed by family. And me. Me too.’

"Pity...such a pity.." The first murmurs draw out under the green-haired man's breath, sending chills down Shin's spine as it pierces through the unnervingly long silence.

Shin jerks up from his position and freezes there, soul growing colder by the second.

He could never get used to it. But then once upon a time, he did. Why. Why now? And why here?

Full Chapter on AO3..

[cg edits by me] [note: it is romantic soushin, but it is for the sake of exploring the characters as an unhealthy relationship. IT DOES NOT MEAN I CONDONE ABUSIVE DYNAMICS IN REAL LIFE.]

[annaberunoyume]

The first time you saw him cry (Wally Darling x Naga!Reader)

(Naga!Reader hypnotizes Wally for the first time and it has a strange side-effect. For the first time ever in his puppet man life, Wally experiences tearful sadness)

Wally: (sniffing and feeling something wet on his cheeks) What...What a-are those?

Y/N: (Gently and with compassion, rubbing his back. They stop their spirals) Those are tears, Wally. Sometimes, humans get sad. And when we get sad, we sometimes need to cry.

Wally: (wiping new tears in vain) C...Cry? (He touches his throat) Ow...my throat is so tight. I can't swallow...I want it to stop...M-make it stop.

Y/N: (gently, with a compassionate smile) I'm deeply sorry, but the best cure for sadness is to sometimes cry it out. (They wipe his tears) That seems to be the case for you. Your heart is heavy, I can sense it. (They kiss his forehead)

Wally: But...I don't wanna fall apart...I'm scared...Will it go on forever?

Y/N: (They nod ''no'') No...Especially when you are near a loved one. (They open their arms) Come here. You won't fall apart in my arms. I'll keep you together...And sadness will come out and leave, I promise.

Wally: (sniffs and tremble, then finally hugs Y/N, holding on to them for dear life and fully letting go.)

Y/N: (Hums ''Beautiful Dreamer'' and lovingly strokes his hair, coiling around him in a protective, womb-like cocoon). Breathe, love...breathe...

Wally: (sobs some more then exhales in relief, huddled against Y/N like a newborn)

Y/N: (Warm, half-lidded smile) Do you want some more spirals? I can fill you with comfort, now.

Wally: (tiredly) Yes...Please.

Y/N: (They lie him down in their coils, craddling him as if he were in a baby scarf of coils and hypnotizing him) Jussst relaxxx, my dear child...🎵Baby mine, don't you cry...Baby mine, dry your eyes.... (Gently laying his head on their heart) Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine...(They stroke their nape) Little one, when you play...Don't you mind what they say...Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.🎵

Wally: (as Y/N hums, his spiralling eyes begin to feel heavier by the seconds. He yawns and snuggles up. A small smile slowly creeps on his face. His eyes eventually gently close)

Y/N: (Kissing his forehead,again) From your head to your toes...You're so sweet, goodness knows...(They sink into the cocoon, lying on their back comfortably, like a bird in a nest, gently pulling Wally unto their chest with their arm, Wally still wrapped in the baby scarf of coils.) 🎵 You are so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine. Wally mine, Wally mine...🎵 (They smile and nuzzle his blue hair, making him almost giggle in his sleep. Then they stretch themselves gently and drifts off with him as well).

INSPIRED BY THIS POST: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetest-honeybee/713631065324060673/i-would-like-to-see-the-angsty-wally-doodles?source=share

[lxkeeeee]

↬ Lover's Oath xiao x M!Reader

Contains spoilers of the 2.7 Archon Quest

Has a mildly spicy scene. Will be written in third person point of view.

"The Chasm?" Shocked and worry evident on [y/n]'s voice as he looked at the amber eyed adeptus male infront of him. He got a nagging feeling in his stomach once he heard what the vigilant yaksha had just said. They were at the highest floor in Wangshu Inn, admiring the view in their shared bedroom's balcony, a plate of almond tofu in each of their hands. This was supposed to be a relaxing evening for the both of them, finally getting the chance of spending time together despite their busy schedules.

Both adepti have full schedules, [y/n] working for the Qixing much like Ganyu while Xiao still has his duty to protect the people of Liyue.

"Mhm..." Xiao hummed as he gently brought the spoon of almond tofu to his mouth. Seemingly not bothered of what he just said.

[Y/n] sighed as he placed down his spoon unto the now empty plate infront of him, he looked at Xiao, admiring how rays of the sunset framed the Yaksha's face perfectly, Xiao looked so angelic.

Xiao just subtly admired his significant other infront of him, the way [y/n]'s eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes closed while he's in deep thoughts. How the winds swayed the small baby hairs of the [h/c] haired male, the galaxies now visible behind him. Xiao thought that [y/n] looked so ethereal. Xiao still doesn't know how and why their relationship happened but he is forever grateful for being blessed with such an amazing significant other.

[Y/n] slowly opened his eyes, revealing his [e/c] irises that Xiao thinks he could just get lost into.

[Y/n] looked at Xiao with seriousness, a sigh escaping his lips. Xiao just stared at the other male curiously. No words shared to each other.

Xiao watched as [y/n] gently clasped his hand with their own. Despite them doing this a lot before, Xiao can't get enough of how warm and gentle [y/n] held him. [Y/n] never fails to make his heart flutter.

"Xiao..." [Y/n] softly says before pausing to take a deep breath and let their irises meet.

[E/c] to Amber.

"You keep on telling me to call out your name whenever I'm in danger right?" [Y/n] asked, voice almost a whisper but Xiao heard him. He always does.

Xiao nodded, noticing how [y/n]'s grip on his hand has tightened, not enough to hurt but enough for him to know that [y/n] is afraid, not because of him but for him.

A sighed escape [y/n]'s lips as he continued, "I hope that you know that you too can also call for mine when you're in need of my assistance, I guarantee to drop everything of what I'm doing to aid you as best as I can..." He says, voice firm but Xiao noticed the small stutters. Xiao can only mentally scoff at how weak he has become, how weak he is when it comes to man infront of him.

"So please don't hesitate to call out my name when you're in need alright?" [Y/n] says, voice shaking. Xiao can swear he can almost see the tears starts to form on the male's [e/c] eyes, guilt starting to form in his conscience.

Xiao gently stood up from where he sat, unlacing his hands from the other male, slowly walked beside [y/n] and the said male can only look at the Yaksha in confusion.

Xiao leans his body down, enough for their faces to be right in front of each other, [y/n] can feel heat crawl up into his cheeks before feeling something soft against his lips.

Archons, Xiao can't get enough of how [y/n]'s lips perfectly molded to his.

[Y/n] slowly wrapped his arms around the Yaksha's neck, he felt Xiao's hands firmly holding his waist.

Their chest pressed against one another and so do their lips. Soft moans and groans can be heard from the two.

Xiao slowly trailing down, leaving kisses towards [y/n]'s neck, before sucking on a patch of skin, enough to form a bruise.

[Y/n] felt embarrassed and incredibly shy, not used to Xiao being like this.

Xiao cupped the other male's face, their eyes staring at each other, their foreheads touching.

"I promise I'll call for you then..." Xiao said, voice merely a whisper enough for [y/n] to hear.

"A promise isn't enough, let's make an oath to each other."

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[stubbedbakutoes]

Hot Date

pairing: bakugo x reader

word count: about 2k

genre: friends to lovers, jealous!bakugo

Bakugo and Y/N have this thing. They're so alright with one another and the two of them can truly simply appear at one another's places whenever to chill without calling prior and they'd presumably be allowed to hang. In spite of the fact that there are days when Y/N comes over similarly as he's going to go out and the other way around, they actually spend time with one another for the couple of moments before they go to any place they must be (despite the fact that they'd both extremely prefer to simply remain in one another's company throughout the day and night).

So when Bakugo heads toward her home, he's hoping to see her open the entryway in a couple of joggers and a shirt, possibly shorts rather than joggers. Be lo and behold, he's welcomed with her resembling a goddess and his mouth hangs open and his eyes as wide as possible as they trail down her figure. He’s never really observed her spruced up like how she is currently so he's sort of considering what did he actually do to merit this since she's so lovely and standing not too far off before him and he needs to simply up and get her and pull her in for a kiss yet he can't on the grounds that he doesn't accept that she really likes him back the way that he needs her to.

"Uh… "

"Bakugo?" Y/N chuckles a bit. "You okay?"

"What?" He squints, eating his eyes up to her face. Goddamn, that is a wonderful face. "Good, uh. Better believe it. I'm – " makes a sound as if to speak, carrying a hand to scratch the back of his neck, "– m'good. No doubt. M'good."

"Great," she grins, entertained.

"Where are you, uh. Where are you going?” He asks with a little smile, venturing into the house since she'd moved to one side to let him in.

"Not gonna lie, you came in at the wrong time." Y/N shoots him a sorry smile (and he swears he sees her do that thing that she does when she's nervous yet she can't in any way, shape or form be anxious, right? What might she be nervous about?).

"Hot date?" He jokes, and he hears the voices in his head repeatedly saying "don't say you do." Bakugo watches her shut the doorway and nod with her back facing him.

Bakugo's heart drops, "Huh? With who? When did he ask you? Do I know him?" He panics, not holding back.

Y/N finally faces him, taking small strides towards him but then the door swings open and Bakugo's eyes goes from the extremely beautiful young lady before him to none other than Kirishima standing smugly by the door. Bakugo's eyes broaden much more and he's certain he looks laughable at this moment. "Kirishima?" He glances back at Y/N. "You're going on a date with Kirishima?"

The red-haired boy wheezes and Bakugo has never detested him as much as he does now. "Why're you saying it like that, bro?" Kirishima asks with a faked hurt look all over. He inhales out a laugh, shaking his head, "nah, Im only kidding," and directs his attention to Y/N. "You ready?" He asks with a charming grin, removing a hand from his pocket and offering it to her.

"Gimme a sec. Let me get my bag first." Y/N grins back at Kirishima before leaving the two friends with one another – which wouldn't have ever been an issue since they're best mates yet the tension's too much at this moment.

"Y/N? Seriously, Kiri? Fuckin' Y/N?" Bakugo fumes the second she's too far to hear their conversation.

"What?" Kirishima shrugs. "She's hot and interesting and out of this world so is there any valid reason why I shouldn't?"

"You do know I like her, right? Ever heard of the bro code?"

Kirishima chuckles, "Sure do. However, I don't see you making a move on her. You must admit though that it's better that she's going out with me rather than some douche out there who most likely just wants to have sex with her."

"That's not anything near to being better since it's not – " He cuts himself off when he notices Y/N approaching them.

Kirishima grins once again at her. "You look so pretty," he praises, grasping her hand once more. "I'll see you later, Bakugo." Y/N simply waves at Bakugo.

"Wait!" Bakugo calls out, wrapping his fingers on her wrist gently and basically pulls her back like she's a rope and he's having a back-and-forth with Kirishima, but he's by and large far more delicate because of the fact that this is Y/N. He can't actually hurt her. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" He finally, asks sheepishly, swallowing hard.

"Sure," Kirishima says as a smile is plastered on his face yet it goes unnoticed by Bakugo and is excessively clear to Y/N.

Bakugo just pulls her aside, heading off to the kitchen so Kirishima won't have the option to listen in. "So… "

"What's up?"

Bakugo avoids her eyes, "Kirishima, huh?"

She shrugs, "Why not, you know? He's cool and stuff," she murmurs.

"Do you, um. Do you like him?"

"Uh," Y/N's mouth is suddenly dry as hell, "Ofcourse?" (It's intended to come out as a statement yet it's come out as a question and Bakugo starts to think he's hearing things)

"D-don't go on a date with him," Bakugo says out of nowhere, looking straight at her. She blinks, brows furrowing slightly, taken aback at how he’d gone from this stuttering mess to confidently blurting out that she shouldn’t go out on a date with his bestfriend. “I know what Kiri’s like, okay? He’s a great guy, really. Awesome friend. Fun to be with. But, like. He won’t treat you properly. He’s a dick. He drinks too much, parties too much. He’s not good enough for you."

Y/N’s eyes widen then. Then he's sighing, shaking his head. “No, no,” he mumbles. “Those are lies. He’s probably going to be the best damn boyfriend ever but, like. I, um. I don’t. Um.”

"Spit it out,” she smiles, bringing a hand to his upper arm gently.

“I don’t want you to date him,” he mumbles eventually, cheeks filling with colour as he does so. “I want you to date me. Not him. Not my bestfriend. I want you. And, like, Kiri knows I like you, so I don’t know why he’s doing this to me. Just, like. You belong with me, you know? Not him. So, um. Yeah. Guess I made things weird. Sorry,” he mumbles again, about to make a move to get out of the kitchen and leave the house with his head down and preferably staying in bed for the rest of forever afterwards.

"You’re serious?” She asks from behind him, quietly.

He turns, though he’s still staring at the ground, “Hmm?”

“You’re not… taking the piss? Like, just saying that you like me because I’m going on a date with Kiri?”

He snaps his head up then, brows furrowed tightly together, “Why would I do that?” He asks, and Y/N shrugs in response. He steps closer towards her, “I like you, a lot. I have liked you for a long ass time but, like, I never thought I’d have a chance, and I guess I was right in some sense – since, you know, you’re going out with Kirishima and stuff. But, um. Yeah. I do. I really like you.”

“My work here is done,” Kirishima’s voice chimes in then and they both turn to look at him with that smug smirk on his face. He salutes them, then he’s walking out the front door without another word.

“What…?” He trails off.

“He and Kaminari, they, uh,” Y/N starts. “They wanted to make you jealous, or something. Because they know I, um, like you, and they said you liked me back but, like, I didn’t believe them? Because, you know. You’re you, and I’m me, and I couldn’t comprehend you ever liking me so they came up with this dumb plan and really, I was alright with trying to move on, but then they insisted that you liked me and that by making you think I was dating someone else then you’d, you know, – ” she gestures to him, then. “– do that. So, like, um, sorry for making you think that I was going on a date with Kiri and uh – ”

Y/N’s cut off then. Not because he's angry that they’d kind of manipulated him (although he did look a little frustrated), it’s because Y/N blinked and then he's right there and he’s kissing her. And well. She’s kissing him back as hard as he’s kissing her with her arms wrapped around his body while either of his hands are cupping her face and his thumb’s stroking small circles on the skin of her cheeks.

He pulls back then, a magnificent grin lighting up his handsome face and his eyes twinkling brighter than she’s ever seen them before. “You have no idea,– ” he leans in to kiss her again, “– how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

"Trust me,– ” she mumbles back, kissing him quickly once more. “– I do.”

"So,” he finally pulls back properly, resting his forehead unto hers and intertwining their fingers together at the sides of their bodies. “You look stunning, by the way. And, like, it’d be a waste to just not make full use of you looking so goddamn beautiful, you know?”

Y/N smiles, raising an eyebrow, “Katsuki, are you asking me out on a date?”

He shakes his head, “I'm telling, love,” he grins cheekily. “But, like. Let’s just, you know. Kiss a little first. I’ve got months to make up for.”

[noxtivagus]

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